True love is a legend that remains unchanged for thousands of years. Since ancient times, who can truly grasp it and who has not missed it? ——Inscription
The seasons can reincarnate, but life cannot be repeated. You and I are rushing along the road of life, but we forget to appreciate the scenery on the roadside. Maybe I missed the flowers, maybe I missed the grass, maybe I missed the heart-stirring lake. The passing years are so ruthless that you have no time to take care of them and make you feel like a dream. When you wake up from your sleep, you have missed the age of fantasy.
So, the throbbing heart suppressed the impulse, so that you and I are no longer intoxicated in this world. Looking back five hundred years ago, I can only comfort my injured soul and warn myself in my inner pain: You have missed the age of dreaming. From now on, you are looking forward to the next life. At this time, it seems that the voice of Jesus is heard in your ears, child, wake up! From now on, I will give you a name called Mochou. From now on, you will no longer be hurt, no longer sad, and live happily every day, right?
In life, everyone desires happiness. I asked Jesus: Can I be happy and happy? Although you gave me the name Mochou, you always remind me to look forward and take advantage of this life. But you know that there is a song in the "Collection of Yuefu Poems" signed by Emperor Wu of Liang, "Song of Water in the River": The water in the river flows eastward, and the daughter of Luoyang is named Mochou. Don't worry, I can weave silk at the age of thirteen, and pick mulberries on the streets of the south at the age of fourteen. Married to Lu Lang's wife at the age of fifteen, she gave birth to a son named Ahou at the age of sixteen. The osmanthus in the Lu family orchid room is the beam, and there are tulips and storax in the middle. There are twelve rows of gold hairpins on his head, and five silk shoes on his feet. The rotten coral mirror shines brightly, and the flat-headed slave holds the shoe box. What do you hope for in life? I wish I could marry the king of my boss earlier. This poem is about me. If you understood her, you wouldn't persuade me like this.
I respect the kind Jesus. At this time, I can only say: Thank you. You will see from this poem that I knew how to weave silk silk at the age of thirteen, pick mulberries at the age of fourteen, marry the Lu family at the age of fifteen, and give birth to a son at the age of sixteen. My husband's family is very rich. I live in a house made of magnolia and osmanthus wood. The room is lit with exotic fragrances. My head is covered with precious jewelry, and I wear colorful silk shoes under my feet. The bright mirror is decorated with coral branches. As a hook; there are servants to serve you in everything. I really enjoy endless wealth and splendor. Life is like this, what else am I not satisfied with? On the surface, I look happy, right? Makes me content and happy, right? But who can understand my inner thoughts? Who can understand the strings in my heart? Can I be happy if I live a prosperous life and have no worries about food and clothing, but have no close friends? Now I just wish I didn't marry the one I love earlier. You know the boss's prince is my soulmate!
Now, "the water in the river flows eastward" and never looks back. At this time, it's too late to say anything. I just hate that I was born at the wrong time, my parents' orders, the matchmaker's words, this era without freedom of love; I just hate that I am well-matched, marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, and only pursue the pursuit of love. The age of matter. I really envy modern girls, who have the Internet to flirt, communicate with each other, and have the media to recruit marriages. But what I can't figure out is that with such good conditions, some girls are being abused. Especially Mano, who was famous for his marriage proposal on TV a few days ago, "I would rather cry in a BMW than laugh while sitting on a bicycle", and Zhu Zhenfang, who "only wants a mansion", etc. I can understand their thoughts. , but I still want to say: How stupid! You really don’t know the pain if you haven’t experienced it. By then you won’t even have tears to cry. It will be too late. Can you still laugh at the feeling of being alone in an empty room? This is not truly understanding the true meaning of happiness!
What a shame! Thousands of years have passed, who will listen to Mo Chou's heartfelt music? People in the past didn't understand it, and neither do modern people. I'm really confused.
No matter what, I long to hold hands with my soulmate for the rest of my life. At this time, Chen Rui's "The Debt of Lovesickness" came to my ears: I am a girl who lives alone in a cold window. Who in the world can understand my helplessness. It is difficult to have two feelings in current events. It is difficult to pick the fragrance of my heart after a lifetime of waiting. ; I am a girl whose infatuation is hard to change. I ask the time who can listen to my emotion. The sound of the string string breaks my tears and my cheeks are wet. I can't get out of this sea of ??lovesickness all my life.