Encounter 1
"It suits me to meet each other late."
-inscription
Meeting is the beauty of meeting inadvertently, and there are beautiful ripples in each other's hearts, just like flowers meet the wind in an instant, and the wind is filled with flowers. Encounters are unintentional, seemingly doomed, and even more unclear. Often a gesture, an action, a smile, all vaguely show the fate of past lives. Meeting is fate, knowing each other is fate, with different shades. Sometimes there will be inexplicable melancholy and sighs: if you meet in this life, you may not meet in the afterlife; Meet in this life, not necessarily know each other; Knowing each other in this life, I wonder if there is fate in the next life? Fate is like sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn, which is fragrant among people who know each other and sings in the fleeting time.
When I was young, I met Xi Murong in the article. I fell in love with her simple and gentle poems and her fragrant prose, showing a beautiful feeling, with an evocative philosophy hidden in my sensibility and a faint sadness that I couldn't let go. I still remember her words: "With tears in my eyes, I have to admit that youth is a too hasty book." The beauty and preciousness of youth lies in its innocence, its brevity, its beautiful vision and the breath of sunshine. In those youthful years, maybe you must have had that kind of touching and joyful encounter.
Encounter a city, like its simple, introverted, subtle style. Passing through Jiangnan Watertown for the first time, I like its charm, nostalgia of Jiangnan bluestone slabs, simplicity of Jiangnan architecture, tenderness of Jiangnan pink and willow green, elegance of Jiangnan stone bridges and antique windows. At first, I didn't like rain. Because of the dense Jiang Nanyu, I gradually fell in love with the wet green flag, the cold willow stone bridge on the Bai Causeway, and the colorful branches stained with rain milk. I can't help but think of Bai Juyi's "beautiful scenery with long eyebrows, I lean back against the small pavilion window." Chunfeng didn't understand Jiang Nanyu, so she smiled and found a guest in the rain lane to taste it. "That poem. Once, we met in the nostalgic and quaint Jiangnan water town, and everything seemed so warm and beautiful. The beautiful friendship formed by the chance encounter on the way may warm your life, or it may just be a beautiful scenery worth remembering.
Zhuo Wenjun, a gifted scholar of the Han Dynasty, met by chance at Zhuo's banquet and was invited to play a song at the banquet. I heard of Wen Jun's famous Sima Xiangru long ago, and boldly played "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" to convey his love. His exquisite piano skills won everyone's love, and even Zhuo Wenjun, who was hiding behind the curtain and listening to songs, fell in love with Wen Jun.
However, not all encounters are joyful. Some encounters, with regrets, become heartfelt memories. That look in the past has been amazing for thousands of years.
There is a story about a beautiful and versatile young rich woman who never wanted to get married until one day, she met a young man at a temple fair with thousands of people. This feeling of deja vu made the girl's heart tremble, and the girl felt that that man was the fate she had been waiting for.
However, the crowded crowd could not let her get close to the man. Soon, he disappeared from her eyes and never appeared again. In order to meet the man, the girl keeps chanting Buddha every day, but the condition of helping her is that she must give up everything and become a big stone and practice for 500 years. The girl agreed without regret. In the last year of practice, stones were transported to the city and stone bridge guardrails were built. On the first day at Shiqiao, the girl finally met the man who missed him so much. She stared at him intently, but he knew nothing. Don't disappear from her eyes again.
Buddha said: "Five hundred times in previous lives, only this life passed by." Looking back 500 times, looking back 500 times, looking back, fate has changed. Listen to the music of nature in the wind, see the ebb and flow of the tide, and realize the fragmentation and perfection of life in the process of remembering and forgetting.
Meeting, no agreement, no waiting, seems to be an arrangement in the dark.
There may be many encounters in life, but not many are truly unforgettable. Some encounters are just passers-by on the road of life. When they meet, they will always be a scenery on the road. Some meet, but once again uncover the pain of the atrium, the original acquaintance, but eventually become strange. Some encounters are warm and sweet, and will remain in the depths of memory forever. In fact, all encounters, joys and sorrows are determined by the heart.
In the world of mortals, I wish you a warm encounter, an opportunity to meet career, love, friendship and pleasant scenery in front of you, and then intercept the beautiful memento mori and fold it into a boat and sail in the picturesque heart.
The heavy rain I met 2
Stop by the roadside and count the past, there is a hollowed-out sadness, and the storm is washing away confusion and hesitation, waiting for the outbreak of arrogance. I don't need anyone's forgiveness. They know my generosity better than anyone else. When God closes all the windows, compromise is my last resistance. A person's strong, it is inevitable that some sadness, as long as through the storm, you will see hope.
It's raining cats and dogs outside, and the branches are going through a big bath. The heavy rain is washing away the noisy air, and I am waiting for the beautiful scenery after the rain. Standing at the window, looking at swaying branches, unruly flowers and even brave birds, they don't seem to be afraid of the heavy rain, as if they are enjoying it. Perhaps life has given them too much dust, and they have long been looking forward to the baptism of this heavy rain. Looking at these, I remembered a song "One Man's Power" and couldn't help humming. Well, the weather is perfect for singing this song.
Despite the heavy rain, the big tree outside, standing still, is still green and really strong. Perhaps compared with rain, the tree's body is stronger than it, and it does not pose a threat. I remember this big tree. It is never lazy. On weekdays, it assiduously absorbs sunshine and rain, and thrives, so that one day it can face the wind and rain without fear. Thought of here, I can't help but respect the tree, which can still do this, let alone people.
The sound of rain is always the best way to baptize and awaken people's memories, and sometimes it makes people think a lot. Walking, I met many people and left many people. How many past events, as if just yesterday, how many friends, as if still around, maybe the heart is heavy, meeting is bitter or sweet. Some people say that people who like music are happy and always appreciate the world with a sunny attitude. But I didn't expect music to have sad tunes. Singing these memories, the time when the fingertips slip by, even the sunshine can't reach this sadness.
Some sang and sang, and before you know it, time has passed a lot. The same lyrics, the same tune, but the feeling that things are different is getting stronger and stronger. I always have a good memory of the past, and I won't miss a word of the songs I sang as a child. Some people say that this is an ability, but sometimes it shows more harm. The more memories, the more sad emotions. Even a rain will bring many thoughts.
Before, I was thinking about what I would be like in ten years. There seems to be no time to look forward to it, and ten years have passed in an instant. Sometimes I wonder, did I press the fast forward button of time? Memento mori tried to piece together the time in his mind and found that the time really passed by little by little, but he didn't understand why it was so fast. When I was a child, I always read that "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of money can't buy an inch of time." At that time, I didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but it was very important to listen to the teacher and say that we should cherish time. Later, I gradually understood.
At first, I didn't know that friends who lived together day and night would be separated one day. It was not until I graduated for the first time that I realized that no one could always be with you. Every relationship, every encounter has a time limit. Perhaps many people are reluctant, but life is limited by time, and no one can bear it. When you meet someone who is worth cherishing, you must cherish it when it is too late. By the deadline, it's too late to regret it.
I used to be afraid that my friends would leave me and leave me alone to face the time. Now it seems that even if you are afraid, there is nothing you can do. Many times you really need to face it yourself. When I was at school, the days of getting along with each other day and night were particularly unforgettable and I was never alone. My good friend is always active in the group. Time will pass and people will grow up. Everyone will have their own life in the end, and everyone should be busy with their own life, not as close as before. At this time, no one can miss it, and no one can be sad. After all, people are animals that are afraid of loss and loneliness.
Maybe you happen to meet this rain, you will worry about trees, flowers and birds, and you will worry about whether they can face this heavy rain. But after a few more storms, you will get used to it. People are always like this, always worried or afraid of the first time, because it is full of unknowns. So is parting. When you get used to it, you may not be so scared.
Everyone has his own timeline, and each timeline has different memories, which gradually accumulate and become a lifetime. Life, nothing more, is a period of time.
The rain stopped, the trees were greener than before, the flowers were still so red, and the birds were shaking their wet feathers. Everything is not much different from before the rain, but it becomes clearer and the music continues.
Meeting is the beauty of meeting.
Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn, and time is not worthy of the rotation of seasons. The change of one bright and one dark urges the hurried steps of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The fireworks in the city illuminate the road when they come, but they can't shine the hope of the future. The night is blurred, away from the noise of the city. I stood at the window, making a cup of green tea and savoring the loneliness at night. The autumn wind blew and the moonlight poured down. I picked up the blank cast by the moonlight, sat by the window and wrote down the touch of the years.
The passage of time takes away beauty, sadness and helplessness. The more people experience, the faster they grow. Time makes the years old, but it also draws away from impetuousness and simplicity. After years of wind and frost, the green leaves have gradually turned red and fallen golden, blowing in the wind.
People never know what will happen in the next second. It is because of this unknown future that people have a curious desire. The unobstructed scenery is not beautiful, and the scenery without mountains and rivers is attractive.
The previous encounter was just a beautiful encounter, and the vows of eternal love could not resist the passage of time. After all, the plain life has drowned the flood of love, quietly and uneventfully. Life will not always be sweet, bittersweet and salty, and the taste of life is mixed with five flavors, which need to be tasted slowly, sometimes sweet in the mouth and sometimes bitter in the heart.
The most beautiful love is the presence and absence in Cangyang Jiacuo's works, but the sad love is the farthest distance in the world. Obviously the distance is very close, but two hearts are thousands of miles apart. Clearly close, but has disappeared from each other's eyes. Although the distance is very close, they are never speechless. Love gradually disappears in the torrent of the world. Once, you have become a thing of the past.
A misty rain moistened the flower season, and a harvest touched the joy from the heart. A feeling passed quietly, amazing for a while, and moved by a kind of tenderness.
The full moon is a painting, and the lack of the moon is a poem. The softness of the wind and the light of the moon constitute a beautiful picture, which touched the years and warmed the soul.
Some feelings always want to stay, but only helpless sadness, through the lush years, feel the vicissitudes of life, look back, there is still a warm current flowing in my heart.
Aestheticism "Encounter" 4
In other words, since the comprehensive renovation of our school library in 19 1 1, all the stacks have been dismantled into parts and scattered in small libraries in various campuses. The book is still that book, but times have changed. If you want to find it again, I'm afraid it will be more troublesome.
The library in the North District has a good impression. Mottled walls are traces left by years, and a heavy sense of history can only be found in a few old buildings. Walking in the hall, you can smell the book. This is a place for graduate students to study by themselves. Most of the collections are professional engineering documents. Moving the document stacks into the engineering library is like locking Kong Old Master Q and Master Lu Ban together. One kept shaking his head, and the other kept fiddling. He can't seem to find anything in the same language. However, since the literary stacks of the Central Library moved here, the library in the North District, which has always been neglected, suddenly became crowded and lively. ? I have to say that the library is a good place. While the spirit is satisfied, there may be a beautiful "encounter".
When I walk through the hall and climb up and down, I usually find the liberal arts stacks hiding in the corner when I am looking for treasure. Just as I entered the stacks with excitement, I inadvertently glanced to the left. What I saw made my heart thump, and my already accelerated heartbeat climbed to a new height. At one time, my face was red and my cheeks were hot.
A little fresh girl is reading beside the first row of bookshelves. Her head is not much different from mine. She looks dignified and demure sideways, with short yellow hair, smart convergence to the neck, bangs on her forehead, crooked eyebrows on willow leaves, high nose bridge, clean white and dark plaid shirt on her upper body, tight jeans on her lower body and a coat in her arms. She was graceful and stared at her hand.
It turns out that the way girls study hard is really beautiful. Maybe it's a secret love. A heart that has always been slow to respond to feelings will have such a big movement.
About ten minutes later, I took two books I found casually and walked into another stack for no reason. Another casual glance. Isn't she sitting in a chair by the window reading a book? The golden light shines gently on the body, and the focused beautiful image blends with the afterglow of the sunset, which is so beautiful and moving.
Seeing all this, I finally lost my mind, my neck cramped, my legs and feet were filled with lead, and I stumbled between bookshelves. I was embarrassed, and finally stood awkwardly beside the martial arts novel bookshelf at the door. ? She is still reading, and I am browsing Mo Yan's works on the shelf next to her. I saw a book "Wine Country" and found the name very interesting. I know Kawabata Yasunari's "Snow Country". Do they have anything to do with this? Whatever. I watched Zhang Xiaoxian's No Tears for Lovers, and I liked it very much. I have a habit that when I see a book I like, I will shoot it with my mobile phone and check it online when I have time, but my mobile phone doesn't work and my photo voice won't be adjusted. The sound of "card" will attract many people's attention, and I didn't care at that time. Just when I took out my mobile phone and prepared to take a photo, an "evil" idea suddenly came to my mind-I could take her shadow!
I forced my heart to jump out of my throat, secretly turned my cell phone around and aimed the camera at the little girl reading by the window, but I didn't press the shutter, just stared at everything in front of me.
Finally, I gave up my plan to take pictures, and the inexplicable bitterness gradually came to my mind. I am afraid that I will look back on such a beautiful image that fascinates me every day, so that one day I will become accustomed to her. The most heartbreaking thing in the world is that one day, I can't find the heartbeat of the person who swore to protect me all my life ...? Natural loneliness makes me inarticulate and lack of communication with others. I've been in an almost stupid innocence. The true love of the past has long been successful, and I am still waiting for love with that naive dream. I can't hate anyone because of love, just as I believe that no one is right or wrong in love. I can't make friends with people who refuse me. This is a kind of torture. "I'm afraid I'll never see you again if I'm not on Qiantang Road." After parting, I would rather never see you again.
Now, I dare not confess. I can't refuse without confession. Without refusing, I can continue to be friends. The only confession has long been dusty and lost in memory. After a long time, all the beautiful women I saw in my eyes were strangers, accustomed to all strange things, and felt too far away in my heart, as far away as she remembered. ? Up to now, I still don't understand what Platonic love is. If love can really transcend the body and coexist with the soul, I am afraid it will take several generations of cultivation. I am a layman, and the relationship between soul and love is too complicated, reaching an unforgettable level at most. What I can do is to try my best to maintain my initial heart. Sudden little fresh beauty, similar to a dream. Are we destined to be past lives? Who is Plato? I don't know him very well. ? She seems to be leaving. I took a picture of Zhang Xiaoxian's No Tears for Lovers with my mobile phone. When the shutter slammed, she just turned around and gave me a blank look. She walked out gracefully, leaving me with a cramp in my neck and a blushing face. ...