The east wind blossoms thousands of trees in the night, but also blows down, the stars like rain. The road is full of incense on BMW carved cars. The sound of the Phoenix Xiao moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.
Moth snow willow gold wisps, laughter Yingying dark fragrance to go. The crowd looked for him thousands of degrees, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light.
Xin Qiji's Qingyu case, New year's Eve
The wind and rain has passed, and the past has fallen with the wind. Gorgeous Tsing Yi, the interpretation of this life ups and downs of the storyline. In this life, there is no "sweet wine filled with luminous glasses, night drink pipa immediately urged." The arrogance and courage; also can not do the white snow, fight the sword end of the world, cut off the blur of good and evil in the world. I am a lotus, destined to return to the side of the Buddha, to the agreement with the Buddha for five hundred years, no matter whether I see through it or not, I should arrive on time. Wash away the earthly lead in the burning sound, turn the sutra of reincarnation, and get rid of sentient beings.
There are laws for all things in the world to blossom and fall. People's life, from the moment of birth, has been doomed to the future, no matter how hard you are, you can only change the ups and downs on the way, the end is always the same. Many wise monks, although they have understood the mystery of fate, they just face it calmly with a smile. There are all kinds of grass and flowers in the world, life is always unique, no one can go through life again, because there is only one life, it is over, it cannot be like flowers, thank you this year, and you can bloom again next year. What we can do is to cherish this once-in-a-lifetime life, not to be all-powerful and to remain famous through the ages. As long as we don't waste our time and let our time grow old for no reason, it is a kind of perfection.
"back in those days, the Golden Iron Horse was as angry as a tiger." His life is like a sharp sword, doomed to gallop the battlefield, horses wrapped in corpses, will not be in vain, skilled craftsmen polish day and night. Sword with hero, hairpin with beauty. He is not only a sword, but also a hero, so in his heart, he has never stopped competing in the Central Plains and regained the lofty aspirations of the rivers and mountains. Although he lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests for the rest of his life, he always lived a life of leisure and elegance, but he was always in the mountains and forests, his heart was in the court, and he was concerned about the beautiful mountains and rivers. Although it is now a peaceful and prosperous age, there is no war in those years, but each of us has our own country in our hearts, is displaced, and comes and goes in a hurry every day, in order to have an ordinary and stable home and love at the ends of the earth.
Sometimes, for the sake of our own small family, we are even desperate to hurt others, seize other people's wealth and destroy other people's happiness. In the eyes of the poet, small Jasper will never be as good as the people to live and work in peace and contentment, broken mountains and rivers, ups and downs, how can he feel at ease in his own small home? He is a hero, his life belongs to the country, belongs to the battlefield, he would rather break battlefield, rather than idle home, rusty. How can a sharp sword be willing to be unknown? The sword belongs to the rivers and lakes, the light of the sword, and the iron horse jingo is its destiny.
"what is love when it comes to the world? it makes people promise between life and death." Xiang Yu, a hero through the ages, kissed Wujiang, not only speechless in the face of Jiangdong elders, but also speechless in the face of Yu Ji. He not only failed to guarantee Yuji I a long and stable life, but also implicated her to be buried in the waves of the river with herself! The river is affectionate. I wonder if it will hear Xiang Yu's lament and let him be an ordinary man in the afterlife, keeping watch over his wife and children, ploughing early and weaving late. Maybe it heard it, but it just flowed eastward, and it could only be content with its fate and could not turn around. Whenever it rains, it will stir up the waves and feel aggrieved for them. I hope they will not blame themselves for their ruthlessness. Ci writers do not have such unforgettable and soul-stirring love. He gave his whole life to his country, and his heart was so full of broken mountains and rivers that he could not even spare a piece to nourish love. However, he was still emotional, no matter what he wanted to place on it, he was emotional, only once, but touched through the ages.
He went to enjoy the lanterns alone during the Lantern Festival that year. Fragrant car BMW, thousand trees honeysuckle. On a busy night, when he walked on the busy street, he saw a beautiful woman walking past him playfully with all kinds of ornaments. So he began to look in the crowd for thousands of times, and the woman who tied the knot with him always did not see her figure, but unintentionally looked back, but ushered in that startling skim. Smart eyes, with affectionate, elegant skirt, elegant posture, is so gentle and moving. So they smiled at each other, held hands and walked toward the depths of the lantern. There is a jade pot hanging high in Tianyu, the clear light of the moon shines on the water village, and fish and dragon lanterns are dancing in the breeze. A golden and jade marriage, then in this beautiful scenery, quietly opened, the end of the stage spectators, for a long time do not want to leave.
I think the poet and which woman must be old acquaintances. I always feel that the first encounter is too accidental, and the reunion is the deep fate. If one day, you and your loved one break up in such a bright night, there is also a twilight encounter, are you willing to put aside the past and start over with her? If it were me, I would be willing, not because I can't let go, but I am convinced that all the encounters in the world are reunited after a long separation. Fate is subtle, we have experienced a lifetime is still unclear, the road is unknown. Always do not understand, the world, such as the flow of people, how to fall in love with her, and her marriage? Since childhood, two unguessed girls, but far away from you, married and became a wife.
Dust in the world, numerous and numerous, we really have too much confusion and confusion, but we still carry these questions through this long life. If you don't understand as much as I do, regard it as a kind of fate! Give the soul an answer, but eliminate unlimited troubles, so that life will be peaceful and happy. The karma of the world, Pingju Ping scattered, indulge in the mortal world, how can I guess? The poet will not guess for no reason, because he knows that when fate comes, we should make good use of it, and when we go, no one can retain it. Back home, he spread out the Xuan paper, studied the ink, and wrote that affectionate look back on the paper. He wanted to make her a vow of love and love. Now, thousands of years have passed, although the poet is gone, but which touching story, you and I still tell people, that warm words are still in the dim lights, being chanted and written. Tonight, the spring breeze is still the same, the bright moon is in the sky, I hope someone can come and take the stage with me in the dim lights, the romance thousands of years ago.
"the birthday wine is more than happy, but Zhu Yan is right for the white sideburns, and the two are 100 years old." In fact, love has to wait until two people have gray temples when to recall, will feel endless aftertaste. Chewing on that beautiful memory and dying slowly, this kind of love is the real vow of love. If you are a little older, you will begin to recall, and you will feel that it is not so beautiful. If you want to end, you will find a new beginning. When we were young, we were energetic and energetic, and we were more or less impulsive, and inevitably we would not do anything stupid. Only when we turned back to repent did we realize that it was too late.
I do not know the poet at this time, recall the dim lights, that one encounter, will be what kind of expression, will not secretly laugh? When you are young, love can not be too picky. When you are old enough to talk about it, you will feel that it is really beautiful and wonderful. Love is like time. When you are young, when the freshness passes, it becomes a torment. It is only in your twilight years that you find that this long life cannot be done without it. How many beautiful stories have been brewed in your youth. Beautiful things always go through years of carving, until really impeccable, can become a perfect piece of jade. I am not old enough to understand the feeling of drunkenness. Even though I am too old to walk after many years, I still have no chance to experience it. The fate between the earth has long been broken, Lingshan old alliance, heavy clock twilight drum, water moon empty Zen heart is another beginning of me. Only at that time, if I had the honor to read this word, I would still be moved, because the Buddha said that all living beings are equal.
Moth snow willow gold wisps, laughter Yingying dark fragrance to go. The crowd looked for him thousands of degrees, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light.
The poet fought for battlefield all his life, but he was remembered by the world because of his unrewarded ambition. I believe that there must be many people who think that the poet is a man who comes out of graceful and graceful, not that they do not know the poet's past, but because of the euphemism of love, and the look back in the dim light is even more sentimental. They don't have to ask about the poet's past, but they must all want to know how affectionate men have guessed the minds of thousands of young girls. In the face of life, we can make a clear distinction between the world, but in the face of love we do not know what to do. Like the misty rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River, once you go in, it is difficult to get out again. When you really walk out of the fog, you will find that what you are in is no longer your own starting point, but the end of others.
In this season, no matter how bright the sun is outside the window and how hot the weather is, when I read Song ci, I always wet my heart and maintain a certain amount of humidity to nourish those past events. The time of the Song Dynasty is broken, looking for their own shadow in the broken mirror, if too hasty will scare away those wandering souls. The best way to persuade a person is not to say sweet words to him with his own meticulous language, but to think of himself as his shadow, read his heart and know his past, until he can fully trust you and rely on you. The word has a soul, no matter whether it is cloudy or sunny, long or short, as long as you have been here, it can recognize your footprints.
Text / idle flowers
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