Appreciation of the originality of aesthetic ancient prose
Qin rhyme is that its tea adds fragrance, human joys and sorrows, and light vicissitudes. Tell the secular feelings to Qin, dedicate your life to tenderness and poetry, and dance a piece of ink between the papers. As soon as I looked back, it suddenly became cold in autumn.
The yearning is endless, and the soul without body is endless. Watching the moon rise, watching the flowers fall, leaning on the railing, leaning on the window alone, loneliness is hard to hide, dusk spreads, whose sigh is the whisper in my ear?
Love is endless, and Leng Yue can't penetrate the heart wall. To be more specific, there are thousands of layers of iron shirts, mottled doors and faded windows. Who is dancing lightly, drunk?
Micro-prose
Flowers are covered by years, such as rough years; When crying, Long song was scattered like a cloud for those promises that could not be fulfilled and for the ultimate love of life.
The first makeup and face of the world of mortals crush the impermanence of nightmares. Grace is like quicksand, and old age is a period of time. I hid in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and nights singing the old times and fading away the prosperity of memories.
Fading is real, blooming is the past tense.
I always stare at those sunsets quietly, always wondering, does my memory live on the other side and my ring die on the other side? Blackbirds flew over the dark sky, and I stood in the city, watching time burn to ashes and beep.
Micro-prose
It is too difficult to fall in love after a brief encounter. If you don't advance, you will retreat, which is unbearable. Fate is near and far, and fate is scattered. Can we go ashore later?
Fate meets, no chance to get together, the ends of the earth, this situation can only be missed; Know each other attentively, but there is no fate together, tossing and turning, why didn't I know you at the beginning?
Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow evening, you are a stranger, mountains and rivers will not meet; Heaven and earth, the sun and the moon are all silent; Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; The sea has changed!
Micro-prose
Thousands of feet has a fine moon, and the quiet night becomes a struggle, but a sharp knife cannot break the string. Chasing the fragments of the past, everything is unforgettable and inextricably linked, which shows the sadness of a lifetime of careful reading. Who will stop complaining about stagnation? Cast a thousand center-of-gravity walls, cut a thin Leng Yue, knot a red bean, and add a few fahua frosting.
Micro-prose
The breeze dances the bright moon, and the dream falls between flowers. When you think of a surprise in your journey, you wake up from a dream, suddenly isolated from the world, and your brow is full of acacia. Only memory stays like fog, and the time that has passed is a woman who has gone away. . .
From then on, you were alone, drunk as mud and greedy. In this life, I just live in orbit with her, trapped in reincarnation with her. The years are mottled, but you still shed withered petals for her, and you still string the most beautiful memories into beads, just to pay homage to the most beautiful flower.
Micro-fiction myth
Dream back to Daqin, through 2000, you gave me a peach blossom, and you said your name was peach tree. You said:? Peach blossoms in Taoshan are full of trees, and peach blossoms in Momoka are eye-catching. Only when the peaches are green can they water the flowers. Who will protect the flowers when they bloom? You are sad, you are as beautiful as a peach blossom, better than a peach blossom. I said:? Love and taste peaches are at the expense of peaches, and the branches and leaves of peaches are withered all over the road. I love peach blossoms to add spring colors, but I cherish peach trees because of spring faults. Meng Yi, the next pre-Qin general, would like to know the girl. ? You said we met to separate, and you asked me to wait for you in 2000.
See you in this life through the years. I said: Do you remember this is the peach blossom you gave me? After a lifetime, my obsession is still hovering in the same place, waiting for you. ?
You said: Isn't it just to wait?
I don't know how many years have passed, until the end of the world, things have changed and things have changed. I finally gave up that peach blossom.
In fact, the peach blossom you gave me has long since fallen, and it has withered as early as the first winter of the year you gave it to me.
Aestheticism, sadness, ancient rhyme, ancient prose: look at snowflakes, and memories float like snowflakes. . . . .
In that thousand years, you stood in the valley of the wind, you waved your skirts and shook the violets swaying at the bottom; Listen to the piano jingle in the cold wind. That's me playing the strings for you drunk.
Snow falls, plum blossoms bloom, and the wind of a thousand years can't dispel the melancholy clouds of a thousand years. The sorrow of the Millennium is still falling in the snow. When you are blue, you get a deep red plum blossom, which is a drop of blood in my heart.
Your pain is entangled in your heart, and your feelings are stuck in the snow. The moon is missing a circle, and so is the circle. Love can't escape everywhere, but it takes root in my heart. At the end of the song, there is no place to meet again.
Candle shadows are swaying, but now who is holding green hair and beading flowers for you? In front of the mirror, you said in a weak voice, on the last night of tonight, stroke my eyebrows and draw my lips. At dawn, we will be strangers. I gently picked up your face and looked at it carefully. I saw your jade face covered with tears and red makeup; I opened the cosmetic box, picked up the brush, and carefully painted your eyebrows and lips. A little cinnabar clings to your forehead, like plum blossoms in winter snow. I am ecstatic, how beautiful the stars are tonight, and how I hope that the stars will never fall tonight.
Look at the snow tonight. It's big and beautiful. Why don't we go to Meigu to enjoy the snow? I took your little hand and took out your favorite scarlet cloak. You said it was my favorite color. Put on red berries that can rival Shirley.
You are like fiery red in the snow, and you are like plum blossoms proudly blooming in winter snow; I am dressed in white and plain clothes, wrapped in snowflakes all over the sky. You cling to my chest, and I hug you gently. You said that snow will melt and flowers will fade, as long as snow can bloom with plum blossoms forever. But the repetition of four seasons is another endless tragedy. I'll play you another piece of music, which is the word you wrote for me, and I'll set it for you.
Now, that song has become our heartbreaking song.
Look at the snowflakes again. What a big snowflake tonight. The scene remains the same, but people have changed. Don't be silly, love and hate. Snowflakes are fluttering, a plum branch is broken, and flowers are hidden. Just like your feelings, you are ecstatic. Is love far away? That touch of purples, like your smile, spreads the most beautiful glow in the snow-white world. Are you drunk? In the amber cup, there are lip prints and nectar, which are the fragrance and softness left by your lips. . .
Tears, why are they frozen? Is the heart still in that snowy night? At present, pear blossoms are blooming, and under the shadow of flowers, who will swing for you and shake out a string of laughter? Your clothes are fluttering like butterflies in the flowers. . . Looking back, the flowers fell and the butterflies flew, and you were gone. . .
In a hurry, in a hurry! The sword of time cut the string of time. You flew away like a cloud. Seeing things and thinking about people, old dreams turn into smoke and dust, smoke and dust disperse, and the world is broken. This feeling is the hardest to say, tears are coming out. . .
Is it snowing again? Why does the snow falling in my heart no longer melt? Is this a snowy mountain? Why can't I find your smile everywhere in Qian Shan? Did it turn into smoke? You dance with the wind like smoke in the clouds. Look at my sparkling eyes. That's the sweet sweat you shed when you danced.
Sing a song, tonight the ground is covered with snow and ice, the sky is starry and the moonlight is enchanting. Let the snow be as white as day.
? The breeze rises and the strings are full, and whoever plays his heart on the piano will be heartbroken. Your tears are full, my tears are full, my heart is not tied, and the tide at the river head is not flat. How can I have the heart to leave my feelings? There are few intimate friends, and the feelings are blurred. Wave your sleeves and let the dust fall. You are speechless, I am speechless, and I am afraid that I will turn around and forget you after a thousand years. ?
In this life, I prostrated myself before the Buddha and asked him to give me a wish. Is the mountain too high or the water too long? The wind of past lives can't finally roll up the clouds of this life. Snow dyed white one after another, and my heart waited for thousands of years. That bowl of Meng Po Tang, which I have devoted for thousands of years, has already dried my tears.
On snowy days, I still open a door, fearing that my heart will freeze if you are gone for a long time; As night falls, my heart burns brightly, lest you miss your way home in the dark.
Stop and take a short breath for love. The wind in the past life was too cold and painful. The love of this life is too short, only a candle flickers on and off. If you give love a warm nest, a candle is enough, at least let love have a moment of glory.
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