Wujiang Flying Rain sorrow for Fu, umbrella eaves broken between tears and clouds
The moon snot clouds cry and the flowers fall, and the liver breaks to dye the poem.
Yesterday I went to paint a boat, and the dream of regret song broke the Peach Blossom Garden.
The white candle sobbed and wept, and the war painting fell on the spring curtain.
Ten thousand heart lights and a thousand sails dream, kneeling on the dome and praying to heaven
Tears spread over the bank of the river, and the incense of the heart was pitiful.
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Shallow summer, such as smoke, stamens tears, through the summer brow tip, thoughts over the book, over my ocean eyes, over my trembling brush strokes, my heart sobbing and sighing. Holding a plain pen, laying plain rolls, a piece of exquisite small letters is poured on plain white paper, such as a blossoming sad floret stained book case.
Today, please let me use sad ink to pray for the Eastern Star passenger ship in the wind and rain, for those relatives who are still uncertain, and for the officers and soldiers fighting in the wind and rain. This piece of beating words, how to describe this full of sadness? With nothing we can do, we only look forward to the occurrence of miracles and the early return of our underwater relatives.
On June 1, this originally happy holiday was unfortunately annotated as sorrow, and they painted fallen flowers like this without saying goodbye to their loved ones. Tears filled the embankment of the river. I knelt on the sky with tears with pen and ink, prayed for my relatives and lit up ten thousand heart lamps to illuminate their way home. This luxurious and beautiful passenger ship, you carry Rongguang but fall quietly in the dark night before dawn, and suddenly overturn in the cold waters with gorgeous lights.
Time is frozen at this moment, crying and panic, despair and wailing, we can not imagine the situation inside, in a moment, the world becomes hell. O death, how can you bear to raise your sickle to harvest innocent lives? Mother River, who raised Chinese children, do you just reach out and accept your people? O sky, when you throw all the clouds into a water curtain, can you see the broken tears under the eaves of the umbrella? Plucked the strings of life stopped in an uproar, ten thousand white candles sobbed tears, on the side of the sinking boat, thousands of sails are still passing, full of sadness.
This is a black Monday, this is the great pain of history, a hundred years ago, the Titanic seems to tell the sad story of yesterday, today's Eastern Star is performing sadness again, how can we refuse death and blood? How can we prevent the tragedy from happening again?
This world, every day is the interpretation of joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, the vast sky, how many inches of broken liver, how much lovesickness, how many spring flowers and autumn moon, how many passing water. Between dust and affairs, the shortest time is called the moment, and the longest time is called eternity, but the distance between the two is separated by the rough waves of the river, so close, but so far, alas, Eastern Star, alas, those fleeting lives!
Tao Tao river is crying, boundless Tianyu is crying, the flowers of this summer are also tearful eyes whirling, life is how short, life is fragile, life and death is just a moment, how many heart-wrenching concerns are stained with tears, how many love and hate feelings hurt exile at the end of the world. Maybe a turn is goodbye, maybe a wave is a lifetime. There are unexpected events in the sky, and people depend on each other's misfortunes and blessings, so why not cherish life and family? Between the river and the sea, tears are surging, waiting every minute like a year, praying for relatives to put their hands together to burn incense. Perhaps, at this moment, all we can do is to wait for a miracle to happen and God bless my parents.
Raging wind and rain, ah, can you have mercy? The river of Tao Tao, can you make way? Dear ones in the dark, you must hold on and never give up until the last minute. Relatives, you will not go far, you must keep you, rivers and seas ruthless, there is love in the world.
At this moment, my mind was fixed on the regrettable and soul-stirring picture. when the lucky man was rescued, his tears were broken, and at the moment of life and death, his wife let go and gave him a second life. Who says there is no true love in the world, may I ask, what kind of love is this? What kind of love is this? What else can be surpassed? There is a kind of love in this world called letting go, just a few seconds, but it is heaven and earth, Yin and Yang are separated, how can we not be moved? How can you not cry?
Life is so short, life is fragile, life is a drop in the ocean, we are naked in the afterlife, a wisp of smoke goes back, how can we not let go of love and hate gains and losses? Once do not leave, such as floating dust falls, such as fireworks fly away, what else is there to haggle over? What if there are ten thousand jars of money? What if it is wrapped in gold wisps? Fame and status are all clothes. When you take off your clothes, both men and women are more authentic.
In the afterlife, we are grateful to our parents for giving us the body, giving thanks to the sun, rain and dew, nourishing you and me, looking at the world with a pair of loving eyes, embracing the fallen flowers with a compassionate and indifferent heart, and looking at the landscape quietly, the heart is empty and peaceful. Let the heart live in the present without burden, be grateful and have good thoughts, and the heart will be at ease. Live, cherish, cherish life, cherish time, cherish family, cherish friends, cherish our every day, and eventually go without leaving too many regrets.
In the world of mortals, we will all go back like dust, just a few decades, how many of us will stay in this world? Splendor and wealth, fame and fortune are like smoke and smoke, and we return to the afterlife in the naked afterlife. Why not live in the present? Let us take off the camouflage of the soul, smile to see the falling flowers and flowing water, and enjoy the prosperity of the world. With an indifferent attitude to wait for the beauty of life, with the best yardstick to grasp the distance of life. Fill your heart with love and beauty, make life warm and happy, and make the world beautiful and magical. It is not years, but experience that makes people mature. Time will make some things clearer, make the feelings clearer, let the unforgettable sigh into time, let the inseparable memory give time, accept the regrets in life, cherish the moved in life, the heart is as broad as the sea, no matter what life gives, all brave to accept, calm and calm.
Life can not be calm, there is also a black risk beach, let the soul wash the lead dust of the world, listen to the night rain knock on the window, always hold a thin pen, let those spiritual words spit out the troubles of life, let the strings that do not cause dust play the inner noise, caress the disturbance of the day.
The tragedy of the Eastern Star has left us with deep pain. May the living be strong and the dead rest in peace. May such a tragedy never happen again. After pain is mature, after certainty is strong, let love stay in the bottom of my heart, with a grateful heart through the years, through the vicissitudes of life, cherish life, and line and cherish!
Author: lan Linger QQ:1955758814
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