Kiss the sleeping morning mist. Whose happiness is in my heart?
Set foot on a person's road. The falling of a leaf, a person's winter.
The scenery is gone, and my heart is tangled. The bluish scenery continued in the strange noise. Where will the lifeline in the palm take the future? Maybe I should be grateful for every foggy weather.
After the fog clears, maybe.
Maybe there will be a surprise, waiting for you quietly on the street corner. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Is that all right? I like it very much ~ ~ Let me choose some good sentences for you. This is a poem by a famous artist. I wonder if it will help you? = = = = = = = = = Love is sometimes like waiting for a bus. Buses you don't want to take stop for you one after another, but you really want to take them, but you can't wait, like a deliberate prank.
When the bus finally arrived late, it seemed that two or three buses were coming in a row, which made people wonder what to do. No matter which bus you take, you can't erase the faint disappointment. They are always worried about whether what they miss is the best. There is a bird in the world, which can wander around the world for the person it loves, and even wait quietly in the distance to protect the person it loves. But never disturb his life. Guess what it's called? It's called the immortal bird.
In every corner of this world, I don't know how many waiting people are hiding their hearts secretly. I don't want anyone to know this inner throb, just want to wait for him quietly for a day. There is a kind of love that can't stand waiting, and there is a kind of love that can't stand hurting.
I don't know what kind of love is the most beautiful, which is the love to die, the love to hold your hand and grow old with your son, or the love that has gone through ups and downs and finally came together? Along the way, I saw so many people experience love, pass by love, enjoy love and escape love. Only then did I find that there is a kind of love that can't stand being hurt = = = = = = = = = = = = = Once upon a time, there was a young farmer who wanted to date his lover.
But young people are impatient, come too early and have no patience. He didn't want to see the bright sunshine, charming spring scenery and bright flowers. He lay under the big tree and sighed.
Suddenly a dwarf appeared in front of him. "I know why you are unhappy."
The dwarf said, "Take this button and sew it on the clothes." When you have to wait, just turn this button to the right and you can skip this time at will. "
This is to the young man's taste. Holding the button, he tried to turn it: ah, the lover has appeared in front of him and is still winking at him! Great, he thought. It would be better if the wedding were held now.
He turned again: a grand wedding, a sumptuous banquet, and he sat side by side with his lover, surrounded by melodious and moving flutes. He looked up and stared at his wife's eyes, thinking, if only we were alone now! He turned the button quietly: the night is quiet ... his wish is endless: we should have a house.
He turned the button: the house flew to his eyes at once, spacious and bright, welcoming the owner. We need a few more children, and he can't wait. He turned the button hard: the sun and the moon flies, and suddenly there are groups of children.
He stood at the window and looked at the vineyard. Unfortunately, there is no result yet. Turn the button secretly and fly over time.
Life passed by him in a hurry. Before he had time to consider the consequences, he was old and lying in a hospital bed.
At this point, he never put it on the button. Looking back, he regretted his impatience and miscalculation: I don't want to wait, I only pursue satisfaction.
Now, because his life is dying, he realizes that even waiting is meaningful. How much he wants time to go back! He held the button, shaking all over, trying to turn left, and the button jerked. He woke up from his dream, opened his eyes and found himself waiting for his lovely lover under the vibrant tree.
However, now he has learned to wait. All the anxiety disappeared.
He looked at the blue sky calmly, listened to the sweet birds singing and teased the beetles in the grass. He takes pleasure in waiting. Even waiting is meaningful in life. On the one hand, you can accumulate strength. On the other hand, only through hard work and struggle can the desire to achieve be more satisfied.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's a quiet night. Take a walk along the quiet path in the moonlight and look up at the peace in the sky.
Slowly, quietly, the moonlight sprinkled a road that seemed to be paved with silver light in the stream. On the surface of the water, the water waves from the breeze broke the silvery white into small stars bit by bit.
It jumps and reflects the stars in the sky. The twinkling stars also reflect the ripples on the water.
It's beautiful, and there are still a few strands of warmth floating inside. The water is so clear that you can see it slowly flowing to the sky.
Until it is gone, I can't see it clearly, leaving only an unspeakable happiness in my heart. Looking at the rays of moonlight falling slightly in the sky, I carefully took out the folded paper boat.
In the sky, the moonlight dyed the boat silvery white. Take it slowly and put it on the calm water.
The evening breeze blew quietly and the boat drifted away a little on the water. Sitting by the stream, watching it go home, the white boat slowly melts into the endless night.
The boat drifted away, and the reflected silver light gradually blurred. In the dim light, I saw many silver fireflies flying, but in the sky, among the stars, there was a more blurred brilliance around.
The water surface is as smooth as yarn, although the breeze blows ripples. The lights on the lighthouse in the distance are on, illuminating the direction of the ship and the road of life.
It, so far away, seems to stand in the sky, and the boat slowly drifts away towards the light on the lighthouse, drifting away with the wish it once promised. Waiting for an answer, in the vast smoke, perhaps another kind of interest, flashing in the night.
Stand up silently, looking at the dark blue water and sky, still looking forward to the realization of your dream. Finally, the ship was out of sight.
Just turn your head slowly and smile in the moonlight. In my memory, this seems to be a perfect ending.
Cherish it, maybe you can wait until you want the story. In the night, the silver fire worm is still flying, and the clouds are lingering, setting off a silver road in the sky.
As transparent as snow, it is not only the soul, but also the persistence of hope. The paper boat is gone.
2. Seek a beautiful description in classical Chinese, the more the better-1Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world, but after the glory of China, it was just a landscape, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
-2,000 years of fame, I buried you all my life, a delicate country, a ridiculous life without a king. -three phoenixes that once played here, so that this place was named after them. Those who failed to keep the appointment waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
-4 bemoan the tears of beauty, the death of heroes, and the sufferings of the world. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
-5 Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. Six nights of rain turned the sky blue.
Some people can create surprises without gestures. Remember, the rosewood is still there, and I didn't go.
-8 Who sighs in the years? -9 Han Xiao is vast, full of prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.
-10 the world of mortals began to fill, and the mountains and rivers were boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.
-1 1 Jiangnan figure, Tian Shui Bi Cheng, Tianjiao's wish goes against his body. -12 mountains and rivers meet and smile for you.
-13 If it is bumpy, there is no regret. -14 The past events covered by years are fleeting and covered with a touch of sadness.
-15 Flowers covered by years are fleeting and blank. -16 is gone, and I am still guarding you on the other side.
-17 those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past. Please don't be disappointed. Ordinary is for the most beautiful. -18 Your journey will never see my old age again.
-19 When Long song cries, for those promises that can't be fulfilled and for the deepest love in life, it will eventually turn into a cloud. -20 Walking in the sky with you, there are flowers everywhere.
-2 1 I am young and energetic. -22 You should remember that year, weeping willows in the east of Mozi Los Angeles, Na Yue.
-23 the vast land is broken with a sword, where there is prosperity, where there is singing. -24 Send a song to Jun, regardless of the end of the song.
-25 Who scattered the cigarettes and the vertical and horizontal ties? Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. -26 The breeze is wet, and the tea smoke blows.
Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone. -27 Fire-dyed Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song.
Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.
-28 Yuzhu once wrote about the Phoenix Tour, where people go to the empty building and water goes to the empty building. -29 He smiled and ruined himself in the years.
-30 can also quietly drink tea and crush this scene, bustling fireworks. -3 1 The glitz of the world of mortals is fleeting.
-32 I'm not me. You turn around and walk away. It's not me in Suzhou. -33 a few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me.
After a fleeting dream of -34, I turned to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon. Life is like a flash in the pan, just suddenly.
However, I have lived a long time, but I can remember what you said. English study. The fog dispersed over a long period of time, and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is Qian Fan's silence.
This paper is a little old and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.
At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore. -39 the fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for one sentence, waiting for the next encounter.
-40 cling to the old, imprison time and space, and suddenly it comes to the end of time -4 1 People will never see through the mirror, but I mean a thousand years in the world, like an instant. -42 seeing each other late and getting drunk is the leading edge, and it is stormy.
-43 Illusion is boundless, once met, it will never be forgotten. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?
——44 The world has taught us, first entered the rivers and lakes, and was urged by years; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life. -45 wins, loses, and worries, complains. If you have wine today, you will be drunk, and tomorrow you will be worried.
-46 I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! . -47 Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again. -49 people are empty, why forget each other, why laugh and be surprised.
-50 don't look back, why don't you forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.
Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
-5 1 doomed to meet, but unable to come together. I hope we can remember each other. Knowing each other is lucky, but being together is not lucky. The sky is vast and the moon is bright, and it lasts forever.
-52 A brief encounter is too slow to fall in love. I'm in a dilemma. Can I go ashore later after the reunion? -53 days of cold and old age, the vicissitudes of the world are crying, so I can't let go of the morning. I lit the tears, dried them, and my pillow lingered. My heart is far away. Nothing, nothing. -56 If I speak first, will the days still flow like water? -57 Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fate in the next life. The encounter in this life only adds to the fruitless feud. -58 human nature is deep, and it is not worth missing half.
The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. -59 drunk watching others in pairs, -60 no one is playing with acacia tears.
-6 1 How do you know that all roads lead to the same goal? Xun Mei will stop looking back at the end of the day. A chivalrous man should not marry lightly, and a beautiful woman should not ally herself lightly, lest she die for me. -63 people have become different, but today is not yesterday, autumn is still old and people are thin. It's still cold in the sound of light and shadow, and it's still cold in the water. In the dream, the bamboo and silk sang softly outside the building, and the outsiders did not return to the wild goose. Looking back, it's too early to forget Chuanqin, Lacrimosa. Where is the river in the flute cold window? You gave me a tear, and I saw all the tears in your heart. Day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges another to get together and leave, one person is happy and one person is sad, one person is lying on the couch, and one person is looking for a group of acquaintances in life and dreaming alone. He will know each other for a while and sing for a while. I'd rather we never cared about each other, and I hope we never forgot each other in the Jianghu.
-69 The rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous. -70 began to miss the bleak years and splendid rivers and lakes that I once held in my hand.
-And those who have loved and hated. -7 1 I'm on the other side of the river. The Watchman has come back, and there is no hope of coming back.
-72 Spend Spring and Autumn safely. I know.
-73 The solemnity of moonlight, the spirit of music, everything is just an illusion, fleeting -74 Those figures, no matter how lonely and boundless, will never be forgotten -75 is always born inadvertently. Look back at the other side.
Even if it is found that the situation is longer. -I've been here.
3. Seek beautiful classical Chinese sentences related to love. 2. I am young and energetic.
3, long street, fireworks, you look back, low pavilion, red dust rolling, I sigh again.
4. Who finally broke the string and the flower fell on the shoulder, blurred.
5, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying.
6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
7. Let him know everything and smile at you.
8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
10, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
1 1, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.
12, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.
14, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
15, in the spring, the beauty is old, and the flowers fall and everyone dies.
16, still water flowing deeply, singing loudly; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
17, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
18, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
19, dark clouds cover the moon, people go to the empty building, and I can't tell how lonely I am.
20, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
2 1, the sky is not old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
22. It seems that this star was not exposed for whom last night.
23, ten years of life and death, not thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.
24. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
4. Look for a sad poem or essay "Error" about waiting. The title of the poem is Zheng Chouyu, a famous poet in Taiwan Province.
This little poem is light and clear, and it is still a masterpiece. The whole poem takes the image of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River as the center, and writes the feelings of thinking about women and people. The artistic conception is beautiful and profound, and it is known as "the swan song of modern lyric poetry".
I walked through Jiangnan, which looks like a lotus in season. Catkin in March can't fly. Your heart is like a lonely town. Qingshi street, the night is silent. In March, the spring curtain does not show the heart. It was a beautiful mistake to cover my horseshoe. I'm not a returnee, just a passer-by ... Error describes a woman waiting to return. After a long time, the lotus flowers bloom and fall. Her heart is like a "lonely little city", closed, dull and lifeless.
In this "city"-the east wind doesn't come, the catkins don't fly, and the dusk street is deserted. She closed her heart in disappointment. At this time, the pounding of dada's hooves came from the street, which brought new hope to her.
But this hope is just a "beautiful mistake". This is not her wish to return home, but just a passer-by.
5. Is there any good ancient prose? 1. Peach blossom is lonely, because it grows for people who are moved. Bloom for the injured.
2. Byakki Smoker, the flowers and shadows are scattered. If there is no chance in the world, who will I think of? Wash away the lead, repair the capacity and cover up the heart, and love will go with the wind. Who am I willing to forget? The world of mortals is locked up, only because of Iraq. Looking back, Zhan Yan chuckled, I will not live up to my lovesickness in my life. I only have feelings for you, Zhan Yan recalled. The whole city is a warm and smiling pear vortex. I just want you to look back once and see my affection.
I spent all my youth, but I couldn't get out of the long rainy season. I sang all the way, turned around all the way, with endless aftertaste and shed tears. I turned my heart into dew, perched on the broad leaves of my dream, and fell asleep, waiting for the morning light in the afterlife to wake me up gently. Then, in this life, can you allow me to settle down and return my innocent heart to the moon, as gentle as jade and with clear eyes, just like Ying Ying when I first saw him?
4. Buddha said: the world of mortals is ten feet, but it is trapped by all beings. Kindness is small, but it allows me to be merciful. A love word is like a fire burning on ice. If the fire is big, the ice will melt, and if the ice melts, the fire will go out. Therefore, the Buddha said, you can't say.
5. Bodhi has no trees, but it is not Taiwan in the mirror. There is nothing, so there is no dust.
6. Heaven, Asura, man, beast, hungry ghost and hell are six kinds of beings.
7. All six sentient beings have to go through the cycle of cause and effect, from which they can experience pain. Only by understanding the true meaning of life can they achieve eternal life.
8. The complexity of the world, the ugliness of human nature, the interweaving of love and hate, this life and past lives are just a dream floating, the dream is scattered, there is no concern and no missing.
9. Scholars cherish the ancient charm of Jiangnan most, and Jiangnan also embodies the attachment and pursuit of many homesick wanderers, such as an oil-paper umbrella, a Russell skirt, a touch of dark red makeup and a touch of spring in the brow. The woman with a fan in Jiangnan is a dream of leaving others.
10. Shadow enters the pool and flowers fall into the skirt. When I first met you, I felt like an old friend. Sooner or later, all the lovesickness is hidden. The candle shone late and I was drunk. If you have red shoes, I will dance for you.
1 1. The breeze is ancient bamboo, the moon is sad, the wine is a song, and Dan Qing Fu; Don't forget, caring for each other, forgetting the rivers and lakes.
12. Fate has come and gone, but it's just a dream, and it wakes up without a trace.
13. If you want to turn drunk into sorrow, singing a song will not break your heart!
14. The dream of five thousand years is endless. When you dream back to the Tang Dynasty, you can see the poems left behind ... Wan Li has no feelings, and a piece of Long song can be heard * * * ... But this is a silent era, and how many beauties died in the empty burial of heroes. There is no new chapter in the past, so it is difficult to stay in the old garden.
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16. I only hope that Kameyama will be disarmed and I can get your tea back.
17. A long road is full of wind and rain, and marriage is like mustard. You will be happy sooner or later when you are old.
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19. The flowers in spring are smiling, the leaves in autumn are sad, jathyapple has a dream, and the spring breeze is full of affection.
20. Spring stays alone in winter, and the sun, moon and stars repeat several times. Who lingers among the flowers? Who will accompany the world of mortals?
2 1. It takes three or four rounds to wait for a person.
22. How many people carry knives and horses and say that poetry and wine take advantage of time, which shows that time is just a flick of a finger.
23. The complicated experience carved deep lines in the corner of my eyes. I turned and carved a flower.
24. Sweep the world of mortals and wash away dirty and vulgar hearts. I would like to ride my horse and sing about my hometown, so that you can mop the floor in plain clothes and white skirts and greet each other through the streets.
25. Who will pity the soul, wait for the sword soul for thousands of years, and who will continue my Millennium?
26. Jiangshan cup shakes, and if you don't drink it, you will be heartbroken.
27. Burn out in this life and bury my heart in the afterlife. I just want to be a heartless person, quiet and stable.
28. In the old days, the red face was printed with bleak rouge, clear tears and loneliness after drunkenness ... Indifference ended the yearning, cut the string of Yuanyang, and the fragrance dispersed in the disappearance of Yuanyang's soul. Twilight is full of endless bitterness.
29. Leave a person sad. Think deeply. Fade, sing empty sorrow. Where is the prosperity?
30. If you go first, I will accompany you through your reincarnation.
3 1. If you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it.
32. Humanitarian sea water is not half as deep as acacia. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.
Ren was so confused that he smiled and walked across the willow tree.
34. If the peach blossoms don't bloom, how do we know that the pear blossoms and snow in Jing Qing are shallow?
35. Nineteen hates harps and sings this life wish. If time goes by, who will live with them? If you hate this, you will have no confidant.
36. How many beautiful scenery have been brought back to my hometown by years.
37. I still can't remember it at last, leaving the world of mortals empty. If my heart is boundless, my heart is boundless, I am willing to go down to the dust and follow you all my life, but can you?
38. I will spend my life with you, waiting for the seriousness of fate.
39. How many mottles will moss get into the wall? How much rain will you hold up a paper umbrella?
40. A river is full of clouds and water, and a flower on the other side flies at the fingertips, a shadow is broken, and a wind flower is shallow and sings into a song.
6. A bridge is called helplessness. A river, called Forgetting River. On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there. I am willing to accompany you to laugh three thousand times, leaving a wound without regrets. Remember, beauty is like jade, breaking the void. Unfortunately, Hong Fei has tried his best to worry about every word, and it is hard to think about it. Between the flowers and the moon. He smiled and drank Meng Po soup. She won't cry for beauty. As sad as rain, smoke and rain. If there is an afterlife, it will be a beautiful city. This love, who knows!
Who lingers in the buildings, who waits by the ancient road. Looking back on the Millennium, one hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who accompany, lonely who * * *. Past lives rub shoulders, this life meets. Love flies in the wind and loves to play in the rain. Once I was wishful thinking, once I was in crazy love, and I woke up with the wind. At this moment: love is silent, love is silent. Tears moistened my eyes and filled my heart.
The world of mortals, whose waiting has fallen. I have been waiting under the Millennium tree, just asking you to look back and smile. I used to burn incense under bodhi, just waiting for a lifetime meeting. The world of mortals, after all, is a lonely flower, remembering whose tears have fallen in the years. The past is like smoke, I don't know who left who's lovesickness, like the memory of a dream, I don't know who left who, etc. Say goodbye to you, don't ask the geometry of pain!
Maple leaves are dancing and crying alone, but no one can understand the beauty of red? I've been standing and talking for too long. I am tired myself. Why don't you understand? I've written too much for too long. I am tired myself. Why don't you understand? Black birds flitted across the sky. I stood in the wind and watched time burn to ashes, whizzing by and aging.
Long songs when crying, for those unfulfilled promises, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. The dream is full of flowers, and this feeling is not over and unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young. It's still messy when you cut it. Life is like a dream, like water passing by, this evening is no longer, and the pavilions are thin.
7. Recommend some books that appreciate beautiful ancient poems and classical Chinese ~ Note ~ These detailed sentences must be beautiful. In fact, the appreciation of several classical poems by An Yiru is beautiful and I like it very much. It is not the traditional word-for-word explanation, but the taste of the author's initial heart. The following excerpt is for you. (If life is like the first time)
1. It turns out that we have to wait until the wind stops and the fragrant flowers are out.
You can see the last breeze and bright moon and spend the full moon.
No matter where you are, we will get together after vicissitudes. How can the life of floating flowers be broken so easily? ?
2. It's not heartless or unlucky. It's just that we will meet many people in this life. How many can really stop? Life is a ferry that will eventually be barren, and even we ourselves are passers-by. ?
3. In fairy tales, the prince always loves only the princess. This is a fairy tale, so keep it pure. The reality is that the princess and the prince have grown up slowly, and people will gradually drift away from each other. The castle has fallen, and the pink roses have faded. ?
The journey of life is deep and long, and it is not a bad thing that we know nothing about the future. If we knew the ending in the morning, how many people would dare to take the endless road ahead? ?
5. In love, looking back suddenly, that person is in the dim light. Both parties seeking and waiting need the same patience and tacit understanding. After all, this kind of firmness is too rare. Who will wait patiently for someone for ten years? Who will look back ten years later and still see the person waiting behind him? ?
The most common result we see is that when we finally know who we are looking for, there is no one in the dim light. ?
6. Some people can only practice their minds once, and after once, they would rather be barren. Later people can only watch it die barren. ?
Why is it a pity? A flash in the pan is amazing, as long as it appears once. Poverty itself is a kind of reservation. Because of silence, you will never understand how deep feelings it contains. ?
Fireworks don't let people know how warm the dust it turns into. Would rather leave a cold illusion, a broken illusion. If you are sad, you can mourn for it, but you can't change its persistence. ?