You smiled sweetly outside the window. I don't think that's knocking at my door. At that age, I didn't like being frivolous. You threw a bunch of flowers outside the wall, and I hesitated, but I refused to bend down to pick up that beauty.
That night, that moonlit night, the avenue in the deep mountains, the only avenue that can lead to the future, I held your face, and finally I could appreciate it at such a close distance, as bright as jade and as fresh as a freshly ripe apple. Under such a bright moonlight, I finally could look into your eyes. At the moment when my eyes looked at each other, oh, my youth was bombarding my chest, and my blood was full of Shan Ye. That night, stupid I thought this was everything. When you snuggled up to me reproachfully, I said, "I can finally look at you so boldly!" " "At night, you can not only hear the heartbeat, but also hear the subtle melody of blood flow, and even clearly hear the sound of grass growing in the valley.
In this way, you and I missed each other in such a quiet Shan Ye. Although it was just you and me in the universe that night, we finally missed it. But did you ever know that the moonlight that night shone on me for 30 years? What I have missed is actually the true youth!
I turned around and lost it, like a meteor, and suddenly crossed the regretful sky. It's a youth that you can never get back. That night, the night after that, you accepted me in a hurry with the door open. Your naked sleeping position is more noble than Venus, and you can't see the beauty of any flaws. Thirty years later, an idiom I read that night became more incisive and clear: beautiful! If, if you have to describe your youthful posture, there is only "beauty"! That night, the night after that, my blood didn't flow, my heart didn't beat, only it rained, and it rained harder and harder outside the window. I stood for a long time, as if I were admiring Anger's famous painting, and I dared not touch it. I know you are awake, but your beauty suffocates me. Between the two rivers of love and morality, I chose the latter.
Little did I know that the rain that night was once in 30 years. When I returned to the rain in shock, I summoned up the courage to shout "I-love-you-",and the pouring rain erased my hoarse voice. Accurately speaking, I didn't realize until last night that what I missed was the real youth!
Like a blink of an eye. Thirty years ago, like yesterday, what passed by was actually the most beautiful thing in life. In retrospect, a beautiful regret made me feel a higher level of life beauty in helplessness.
More than 30 years ago, I stood at the starting point of youth and looked forward to the future, just as people waiting for sunrise before dawn looked forward to the horizon and a bright future. Everyone's youth has had a pure white time, with all kinds of dreams, pure friendship and ignorant love. Watching the plane fly overhead, I want to be a pilot in the future, have the freedom like a bird and soar above the blue sky. Watch an idol's concert and fantasize that you are the person in the center of the stage, with lights, applause and screams. It will be very simple. I like a girl for no reason. I feel that the people who share her in this world still don't have the courage to express themselves. There are a group of diehard brothers who eat, drink and be merry together, play truant together, bully or be bullied together, and have perfect capitalism between brothers. Youth is simply thinking that as long as you work hard enough, your dreams will come true; Obsessed with simple love, believe in love; It is silly to hope that those brothers and themselves will never grow up in that capitalist circle. This is youth, you can have wild and uninhibited ideals; You can like it without distractions; You can be unrestrained.
Now, I am standing at the bow, looking at the end of the sea, sailing against the current, accompanied by only a stupid dog. Dreams are like bubbles blown into the air, and they are disillusioned one by one. I didn't fly in the sky, nor did I stand in the center of the stage, but I drifted at sea. I will not impulsively release those youthful anger that have nowhere to put, nor will I impudently devote myself to those desperate eschatological love. As time goes by, youth precipitates, and the teenager who can squander time and emotion at will is drifting away. I gradually understand the meaning of life, know the responsibility of survival, and the work repeated every day has a different meaning. I cherish the present time more, and work hard, study and improve myself in my ordinary work. Use labor to create good conditions for your family, study and progress, so as to finish the work better. Youth will eventually die, only cherish it.
If life is a long river, youth is the most surging torrent in that long river; If life is a song, youth is the loudest and most passionate melody in that song; If life is a journey, youth is the most beautiful scenery in that journey. When youth passes away, those are the best memories. I once heard my mother tell her love story with my father. At that time, my father worked in a grain purchasing station and my mother went to sell peanuts. She only picked 50 Jin, and my father weighed 60 Jin. My mother thought it was wrong at home and sold it at home the next day. Father still weighed her 60 Jin, and then they met and fell in love until they got married. It's a simple story, but when my mother tells it, I can see a heartfelt smile on her face, which is the best memory of youth. Maybe many years later, when I am old, the younger generation will ask about my youth. I will also tell them with a smile my boat, the sea I walked through, where I lit the beacon, where I dredged a waterway and where I built a dock.
Youth is gone, but it lives on in my heart forever.
Fang Hua's lyric prose 3 I am entangled in the dust, with many gloomy clouds and a long world of mortals. Passionate love, after all, can't escape fireworks, and it's easy to get cold. I can't keep too many parting gatherings, and it's hard to continue writing about the world of mortals.
Sleepless Leng Yue is like a hook. How did he solve the grief of the Iraqi people? A wave of cold is drifting away with the fallen flowers, and I wonder if it will return with time. Years are old and can't stand thinking. Turning around is already very disappointing. Looking back, I am already very disappointed. Several times in the Spring and Autumn Period, the gentleness of the first encounter has been mottled and infected, and the messy fragments have experienced ups and downs, and the original picture cannot be spliced, leaving a pale place and drifting away with the wind and dust.
On a rainy day, the smog was heavy for several days. Once upon a time, I dyed ink and gave acacia to poetry. The lamp incense burns out, the sunset stays awake, writing all the flowers, leaning against the empty column; Looking through the autumn water, the night is dark and windy in Gao Yueming, and I have been speechless for a few times, sighing! Once upon a time, the past ran aground, and it seemed like a fleeting time. How can I row a boat in my heart? Blue waves are hard to calm my heart, and mountains and high waters can't stop a trace of affection; Falling out of the world, the pressure is not leaking, the feelings are deep and shallow, and the lonely shadow that can't be waved away has been inadvertently elongated.
The wind passed through the leaves, the ground was incomplete, and a few wisps of dust settled, full of flowers. In an instant, it became a lonely monologue, an unreachable gap. Looking back, you are at the end of the world, and strangers are separated from you. I will always be pious in front of the Buddha, not for reincarnation, just to bury my heart, escape in a quiet corner, not be remembered by the secular, become a wisp of dust, and never be mentioned again.
How to describe the past? The midnight wind overflowed the door left unlocked, disturbed the disorder and fragility in the dream, and instantly flooded the whole city. The wet skirt can't feel the warmth through the cold of the sofa, and the clenched hands only catch the curtain of the dream.
Knock on the lintel of memory, open the heart of the past, the empty window lattice has lost the light of the past, pick up the notes of the years, half a pool of ink has infected the past, and the heartbreaking pen end is covered with desolation. If we lose too much in this life, have we ever lost the same? If the corners of life meet again, can you hold them again? The regrets left by the years are full of the sadness of the world, and a curtain of dreams, how many unrepentant persistence can you leave? Have the fragments scattered in the wind and dust ever stood the polishing of time, and are the remaining warm incense scattered and submerged in the seasonal dust?
In the world of mortals, I walked through a flat street corner, avoiding the noise and combing my messy thoughts. How much do I miss and feel in overlapping memories? Sorrow and sorrow, perhaps the bitter fruit planted in this life in the previous life, are destined to carry too much, but random encounters have dried up fairy tales in memory and withered the blood in dreams; I never prayed for the reincarnation of who is who, just for that moment. Although I don't dream, I devote myself wholeheartedly, just for that one, which can drive away the bleak cold wind.
The lingering past, lingering sadness and deep gaze have lost sight of the original beauty, but the heart is surging, but the feelings are still the same, and the empty vows wander blindly in the dust; The dust gradually receded, but after all, the prosperity of the whole city could not be sustained. Time flies, leaving only a faint fragrance. The fence of years shields the same season, full of fragrance, but can't touch the flowering period; A ship full of worries, unable to speak, jumps on the other side of this shore, but separated by a distance that can't be ferried, and you are no longer my harbor, and I still stay in an empty post station.
When the residual red leaves, it will fade into the heart everywhere, let all the worries be put away, bid farewell to the past with a smile, return to a cool place, and keep a copy of Jing Ya; There is no life in the world of mortals, so don't be disturbed by the secular world, put aside the haggard of the world of mortals and rouge, edit a beautiful life and enjoy a quiet and happy life alone; In a flash of youth, love fell to 3 thousand. If you don't complain, I have no regrets. If you are good, I have no desire. ...
Fanghua lyric prose 4 is young and shallow, and love and hate become a ruin. The rain fell without a trace, and the dream was beautiful.
Tell you, my world is never short of loneliness! In the lingering autumn rain, the night is isolated by high-rise buildings, and the wetness and superiority of rain splashing, like distant memories, are actually only ten years apart. Listening to the rain all night in the cabin is always so simple and happy.
I always felt that it was a sin to live freely, and I didn't know how lonely I was until the day I met and left.
People coming in and out, looking back, you make me happy. The life I have experienced is like turning a page, and some traitors are not exclamation points of life. Everyone will make mistakes on the road of love, and some injuries will be a lesson in life. After listening to the class, we will lift the ban on our wisdom.
Friends say that words are too lazy, which makes people think that you are lonely for love. Why don't you go and play in nature?
So in a daze, I was encouraged by you, set out with your family on the finely divided rain flower, and made up a happy story in a foggy place.
Why feel sorry for someone? Smile like a flower with your child under a small umbrella.
Green grass, gurgling birch, pulling the camera, a enchanting beautiful image is fixed, and happiness follows for many days after returning home.
Whether it is the scenery or the people in it, as long as you are quietly happy, you will naturally reap rich fruits. Realizing this, I like traveling more and more.
The drizzle in September flowed intermittently, and the grass color all over the mountains was washed away by clouds and smoke, without a trace of depression. The water drops are crystal clear, and the pine and cypress are covered with thin white fog, just like a fairy wrapped in cicada, expressing her inner desire with graceful dance. The distant peaks are steaming and foggy.
My friend joked that we are immortals living in Yun Shenchu, so the little girl shook her umbrella and spun in the drizzle. My friend's husband said, shouting at the distant mountain, the echo curled up, my friend and I tried to shout, oh -e- the voice didn't sway, and happiness drifted away inadvertently.
I took a graceful jade photo under the thin waterfall in the botanical garden, which made me intoxicated. I, under the umbrella, was originally washed away, not lonely, not lonely, quietly like, silently love, and have the happiness of this encounter with peace of mind.
Huayou lyric prose 5 is used to being alone in the rain.
I'm used to it. Nobody cares.
When you are tired of walking, hold yourself tight.
Hide your tears in your heart.
Accustomed to indifference.
I was also hit by a dream.
I'm glad I never gave up.
Original and true self
Sing to yourself ten years later.
Tears will pass.
Crying and laughing are both experiences.
Regret will not stay in my heart.
Sing to yourself ten years later.
Thank you for giving me courage all the way.
Even if there is wind and rain in the future.
At least I have a memory.
......
I like Li Qi's song "Sing to myself after ten years" very much. The simple lyrics in the song are his description of himself ten years later and his good hope for creating the future now, which makes me have the impulse to talk about myself ten years later and can't help but want to write something.
Look at myself now, working alone, watching strange and familiar scenery, listening to incomprehensible dialects, eating hot and sour meals, working alone, playing alone, being sad, being happy alone, living naturally, struggling aimlessly, not knowing where I belong, only knowing that as long as I move forward, I will not die easily. . . . . .
Let's imagine a bright future. At that time, a group of blue confidants accompanied us and fought together for a clear dream. The food, clothing, housing and transportation, behavior habits and living environment were perfectly integrated, and there was no sense of disobedience. A kind and beautiful girl is always with us, caring and considerate, and can often play happy games with naughty children on the grass. The family lives together in a spacious and warm house and picks up their children from school every day. When you get home, you can smell delicious rice, play chess with your father, chat with your mother for a while, help your wife do some housework, watch cartoons with your children, drive a car during annual leave, go to beautiful places to play together, often get together with old classmates and friends, brag and drink a little wine. Exercise at all times, meet the challenge of work with a strong body, and support the backbone of the family with full spirit.
Reality is reality and dreams are dreams, but I firmly believe that dreams can be realized. Ma Yun once said that yesterday was cruel, today is even more cruel, and tomorrow is beautiful, but most people are dead tonight. Although the ideal is full and the reality is skinny, as long as you stick to your dream, a skinny teenager can always become a plump middle-aged uncle (which is true in reality).
Don't forget your ten-year prosperity, whether it is a dream of success or a dream of failure, don't forget yourself, don't forget your original heart, don't lose your strength and hope, and you won't be a loser in life if you persist in struggle. Keep fighting, time and tide wait for no man. Believe in yourself, believe in the future, there will be cheese, there will be milk, and there will be everything you hope for!
Fanghua Lyric Prose 6 There is no doubt about the road of life. Unforgettable, drunk my youth.
Originally, I wanted to keep this memory in my spare time forever and think back quietly in my spare time.
I thought that the dusty past for more than 30 years was no longer mentioned, but I watched it again inadvertently.
It turned out that the watery years did not dilute the attachment buried deep in the bottom of my heart, but washed it pure and transparent.
The publication of a manuscript many years ago caused you to curse. Since then, Hongfeiyan has traveled to Wan Li Road. A white day opens the door to friendship. Since then, the pursuit of * * * and the same dream have become a bridge of friendship.
Although I am an alien, I have no other thoughts. I have nothing to do with an affair. I only have a preliminary understanding and get along.
From then on, the initial heart is dew, pure and transparent, condensed in each other's budding hearts. At first, my heart was like silk, tangled in my heart and constantly involved.
The initial heart is just a touch of green, budding and growing. Just a little crystal, quiet fragrance. Just one meter of sunshine, burning desire-
Perhaps because of ignorance, I often miss the flower season, but when I know how to appreciate it, I have lost this power.
Maybe because of madness, I always forget. In those days when there was only a postman, I sent a letter of hope, even if I walked more than ten miles.
Maybe it's because I'm young, I always dream that I'm beautiful, but the reality of the sky is often miserable. ...
At that time, the hardship of life, the burden of family and the responsibility of men ... weighed on my weak shoulders, and I often looked for cheap likes in books and periodicals. ......
I am a wife and a father, and you are a wife and a mother, each of whom undertakes family responsibilities. Children grow up day by day, and days pass by. Dreams are soaked in daily necessities. After hard work, it was the support and encouragement of my friends that got me out of the trough. Don't forget your enterprise.
"dreaming! To continue! "
"Never stop writing!"
"Come on, work hard!"
In the blink of an eye. Only the original heart has not changed the old dream. Many things happen. He often has the fragrance of "tofu block" and the beauty of "matchbox". I'd like to share it with you. I'm very excited.
"Maybe in the season of my life/white stationery/can't warm the wind/can't stop the rain/but I am still/grateful from the heart.
Maybe in my hard journey/you are the only one who pursues dreams hand in hand/I can't tell you all my feelings/I can't tell you all my naive words/but I really/cherish ... "
You said you liked this song to a friend. Really, it is a poem from the heart, which I have always treasured in my diary.
I can't forget the photos of you and me when we were young, the handwriting in each other's letters, the books, periodicals and poems you gave me.
Don't laugh at my greed, don't laugh at my obsession, love, please be loyal
"It begins at first sight and ends in old age". Like this sentence, maybe this is the perfect interpretation of the initial heart! -whether it's love or friendship.
unforgettable
can not bear to
Just because of my initial heart, I was drunk. Even time, such as quicksand. .......
7 1920 10, 16-year-old Lin came to St. Mary's College in London with his father, when Xu Zhimo was studying at the London School of Economics.
A talented woman with absolute beauty, a romantic, passionate and talented poet. Meet by chance, destined to love for life.
Perhaps, she is the shy lotus in the poet's heart, the gentlest one, intoxicated with the poet's romantic and warm heart.
Perhaps, she is the golden willow by the river at sunset. The breeze blew, and the graceful figure lingered in the poet's heart for a long time. ...
Xu Zhimo wrote a poem with deep affection: "I want to cling to the moonlight, turn it into a breeze, wake up those loose spring drunkards and float in the mountains;" Blow off a new needle and drop it at your window; Soft as a sigh-it's not surprising that I can't sleep! "
However, their meeting had a beautiful time difference. Xu Zhimo was the father of two children at that time. Perhaps, as he said in his poem, "You and I met in the dark sea. You have yours, I have mine, and my direction. "
The poet's romantic and gentle heart is permeated with thoughts and love. For her sake, he is willing to be the first divorced man in China.
Lin is rational and kind. She finally chose to give up her love for Xu Zhimo's You are my heart, a little light.
However, Lin's light is unstoppable, and she will always be the most beautiful and brightest star in the poet's heart. The poet said frankly: "I was lucky enough to visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of people;" No, my life. "Later, Xu Zhimo became a friend of Lin Liang and a frequent visitor to their cultural salon.
Sometimes, love can only be a mirage. Perhaps, it is precisely because of missing that I have become concerned about my life.
193 1 In late autumn, Xu Zhimo flew to Beiping just to listen to Lin's speech in the Concord Auditorium. Unfortunately, the plane crashed, killing 20 people. ...
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If Xu Zhimo's love is as brilliant as a flower, then Jin's love is as warm as jade.
Jin Ailin, his love is crystal clear and spotless. Love is love, that is, the process of giving affection and care, not for possession or return.
He loves Lin, and other women can't squeeze into his heart. He never married. Jin has been living together since Lin and Liang Sicheng got married. His love is to stand not far away and see her dressing window every day, painting yellow in front of the mirror; Seeing her smile and happiness every day makes him satisfied. It's true: if you are well, it will be sunny.
After getting married, Jin gave them a pair of couplets: "fish begins to stink at the head." It is both a blessing and a compliment, without losing humor and freedom. This is of course Jin's broad mind, but if it is not the deepest and most sincere love, how can it be so detached?
Jin's unique love for Lin penetrated the floating dust of the years; Kim's feelings for Lin are deeply hidden in his life.
Kim's tears never stopped at Lin's memorial service. She will always be the flower fairy in his heart. How could he be willing to let his flower fairy die?
Jin wrote an elegiac couplet with deep affection. The first part is "The Poetic Waterfall of Chihiro", and the second part is "April Day on Earth". She will always be the most beautiful April day in his heart.
Many years after Lin's death, one day, Jin solemnly invited several close friends to Beijing Hotel for dinner, and everyone was puzzled. Before the opening ceremony, he announced in dismay: "Today is Lin's birthday!" " Make the seat sigh. Her birthday was never forgotten in his lifetime.
This feeling should only exist in the sky, how many times can you hear it on earth? Indeed, can such a deep and pure love be achieved by ordinary men? Can ordinary women have it?
Fang Hua's lyric prose 8 Lin finally chose Liang Sicheng. Lin and Liang are family friends and can be described as suitable.
Lin and Liang Sicheng are a perfect match in architecture. Both of them like architecture, and like-minded people often go to the Songpo Library and the Quick Snow Pavilion in Beihai Park to study and visit.
Before getting married, Liang Sicheng once asked Lin: "There is a saying that I will only ask this time, and I will never ask it again. Why me? "
Lin Yinhui replied: "The answer is very long. I have to answer you all my life. Are you ready to listen to me? "
After the marriage, Liang Sicheng said humorously to his friends: "There is a saying in China:' Articles are your own good, and wives are others' good. But for me, my wife is my own hobby, and articles are my wife's hobby. "In the eyes of Liang Sicheng, Lin is unparalleled.
A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. Similarly, a modest gentleman is also a good lady. Liang Sicheng cared about Lin all his life.
There is no oath between them that "the monarch is a rock and the concubine is a reed", but trust, tolerance and care are all integrated into the long river of life, making true love trickle in marriage.
Love is neither selfish nor narrow-minded. Liang Sicheng is willing to give Lin a free breathing space and leave a green space for her soul. Xu Zhimo and Jin, who had emotional entanglements with Lin, are still her best friends and their husband and wife's best friends. This can't be done by narrow-minded people; And doing so is also out of deep love.
The lyrical prose forest of Fanghua has become a silhouette in the book. Her beauty has become a legend, and no one can match it so far.
Three excellent men are affectionate to her and fascinated by her. Only she, Lin, a peerless young woman, can do it.
If Lin is just beautiful, it is at best a pleasing vase, which is not enough for people to look up. For her, what is precious is her cultivation, her intelligence and her talent.
Lin has traveled to Britain and studied in the United States. Her English level is excellent, and she has won the true meaning of eastern and western art. She has the beauty of combining Chinese and western, elegant demeanor, and independent spirit and modern temperament that traditional women in China lack.
Among talented women in the Republic of China, Lin is as famous as Bing Xin, Zhang Ailing, Shi Pingmei, Lu Yin and Xiao Hong, but her talents are more comprehensive. Her talents are various, and she has a deep accomplishment in literature, art, architecture and even philosophy. She participated in the transformation of the traditional craft cloisonne, the design of the national emblem and the design of the Monument to the People's Heroes in Tiananmen Square.
In his work, Lin is diligent and rigorous. Regardless of her serious illness, she often stumbles in the backcountry and barren hills, and studies the ancient buildings in China in deserted temples and steep archways.
Lin is beautiful, but she relies not on beauty, but on her knowledge and wisdom. Her unparalleled talent has created a bright and solid "spiritual charm".
Lin, with a blue temperament, is the best in the world.
Lin Yinhui-the most beautiful April day in the world.
Fang Hua's lyric prose 10 autumn water sighs the evidence that time is invisible.
I am listening to young teeth alone.
Remember the idea that moonlight is not white?
Up to now, there is only echo.
Do you swear to finally get rid of it?
Sleep in an inconspicuous corner
Play the folds of the years
The waves rolled up and broke the remaining rope.
If you don't kill anyone.
The wall fell off and wrote a lamentation.
Who wakes up when everything is difficult at the beginning, who doesn't want to use * * *
And I am indifferent, memories burst into a river.
Chickens were twittering in the branches and curled up for no reason.
The fish swam for seven seconds, and the dye was excessive and redundant.
Suddenly, the praise and helplessness of the past are intertwined.
And I am alone drinking loneliness in a trembling world.
Sunset agley exhausted the fragility of life.
The moon in the water is quiet but reunited.
Wind, flowers, snow, pure blank, disappearing silence
I saw nursery rhymes and small bamboo rafts swimming in the water. I'm here. You turn around.
Shake it, shake it, and be lonely forever.