Through the years, through the noise, thousands of years ago, the same love as today, the passing past, can finally stop, I am afraid this is the only beautiful scenery on earth!
I became water, immersed in this picture, letting the breeze of ancient poetry blow gently from me and float away freely with the clear waves. Perhaps the poem at that time, meeting, falling in love, happiness, pain, once again experienced, analyzed with other people's mentality, after all, it is difficult to know its taste, then, go with the flow and recall! Wait until I pass through the oasis called by pigeons and covered by reeds, then let me rise from the wet river, let me become a noble person thousands of years ago, let me admire and stare at the ancient love, and let me respect and admire the upcoming My Fair Lady.
At this time, for me, there is no more prosperity of the world of mortals, no more silent fun, only Changfeng delivers water, brushing the hair from my forehead and cooling my clothes; Only the outline of the distant mountains, with a touch of idle sunshine, witnessed my approach from the future, and from the very beginning, I was doomed to the artistic conception of "happiness without lewdness, sadness without injury".
At this time, watching the first love between heaven and earth come, I can't tell whether it is the exploration of ancient love or the love of the book of songs, which makes me come like water.
Really, I don't think about anything. I have been intoxicated with it, and I just want to sleep sweetly along the ripples of running water. However, among the reeds not far away, there was the chirping of waterfowl, and the song was loud and clear, and the feeling of closing off was profound.
The male bird followed the female bird, and the female bird attached to the male bird, lingering and singing, struggling to fly out from the reeds, spreading its wings across the water, causing ripples, disturbing the blue sky reflected by the river, and stirring up my thoughts about the direction of progress.
According to legend, this is a virgin bird. Both males and females have fixed lovers, who live and fly together. Once separated, they no longer choose a spouse, only worried about not eating and dying of depression. So, does the girl I want to fall in love come out of the reeds? I play drums inexplicably in my heart. How beautiful will she be? Does she know that later generations wrote that she was my fair lady?
The morning light is a bit dignified, changing rapidly, the white fog dissipates, the breath of early summer gradually spreads, the water is beautiful, and the green shepherd's purse is swaying on the water in Tingzhou. All this, as written in the Book of Songs, is like the melancholy and light sorrow of the autumn frost in the Millennium, which vividly appears for the second time.
I am like an old friend. I come from far away, but does she still recognize me? Unexpectedly, my palms oozed a little sweat and my eyes welled up with desire. I think of Me Before You's leaving, leaving after meeting you, and what will my mind be like when I am far away?
I didn't have time to think about it, and the song had spread from the green reeds, and a boat was swinging leisurely, oh! Thousands of clouds have dispersed and thousands of sunshine have opened. This is the girl I admire-
Bright moon face, bright stars, dark blue eyebrows, misty sideburns, elegant skirt, quiet and leisurely, lush and slim, charming and charming. The smile on the corners of the mouth, like the tenderness of spring water, lingers, looking around, like Mianshan. ...
At the moment, I am collecting shepherd's purse floating on the river with a swimming boat. I can't help gaping. I have to, I have to begin to fantasize: Good girl, this blue distant mountain is like your beautiful eyebrows, and this river is like your fluctuating heart. I want to reach out and touch, caress, or-just let you sit in front of me and watch, it has haunted my past life in my dream! I can't help calling you: girl! However, you cruel woman, with a light eyebrow and cold eyes, turned the boat around in an instant and jumped back into the depths of the reeds, leaving me alone to stare at your back.
"My fair lady, ask for it. I can't wait, and I'm thinking; Long, tossing and turning. "
From the beginning, I didn't know how to eat, I didn't know how to sleep, and I couldn't forget you for a moment. I think about it day and night. Floating shepherd's purse is more like your elusive heart, and you can't stop thinking about it, only your name.
Tingting's slim woman, I would like to play the piano with you, I would like to ring the bell and drum with you, and I would like to sing with you. Can you tell me when we can fly together? Like life and death, * * * sings the song of this flowing water, and * * * enjoys the swimming of this water shield in the water!
..... I woke up from the Book of Songs, and the sun was still setting outside the window, and there was snow everywhere. The deep winter, which is deliberately decorated with warmth, is as cold as water, and the small footprints of pedestrians coming and going are covered with boundless snow. The distant mountains, rivers and Long Liu in The Book of Songs are beautiful and ethereal, graceful and profound, while the beauty and sadness in the distance can only be powerless. Even so, it can easily lift the softest part of people's hearts and disperse feelings and feelings on the coast of time, lasting forever, evergreen year after year, like a flower swimming by, smiling and flowing in everyone's dreams!