Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. ? Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
Philosophers often say that life is like a trip to the same destination. Only during the trip, we will see different scenery. When I was young, everything was beautiful. I sang every day and I didn't know what I was worried about. Life is halfway through in a blink of an eye, look around. Only the river is full of soup and the geese are moaning.
Time goes by, throwing people away mercilessly. I don't know when my face in the mirror looks old and my temples are covered with frost. We always complain about the ruthlessness of time, which makes people feel sad and happy. As everyone knows, it is our own carelessness. We have too many worldly things in our hearts and never want to think about life quietly. Today, the years have quietly passed away, turning into autumn rain, rolling into tears and dripping into the morning.
Qingping music in the snow every year Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes. I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
The best time in life is always in my memory. I remember that when snowflakes fly every year, plum blossoms are red all over the quiet courtyard, which makes people intoxicated. I can't help picking it up and putting it in the house. However, in a blink of an eye, there are many fallen flowers, leaving empty branches and turning into a few lines of clear tears to wet the skirt. Time flies, and old thoughts are hard to get rid of. Whose hand will I hold to grow old together?
Now, I am far away from you, and Hongyan doesn't deliver letters for us. The years are endless, and we are all covered with hair. Qiu Lai is frosted, spring has passed, and the evening breeze brings chills. I'm afraid the plum blossoms of the past can only be remembered forever. Why do we always remember to taste the true meaning of life?
Cold Painting Screen of Shacan Hui People in Huanxi Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
You can go back to the cold painting screen, and it has been three nights since the flute fell, and no one is in the month. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.
We should have had such a lovesickness night in our life, right? Snow remains silent, condensed into brilliance, whose painting screen is cold? On such a lonely and cold night, missing makes it difficult for me to sleep. I can only hear the petals falling and the flute whispering, and before I know it, the night is already deep. At this point, who knows that I miss you? Who knows my lovesickness? There is only one bright moon, which illuminates the melancholy of the hermit.
Disappointment has been with me all my life, and I am an idle person in the world with you. However, few people understand my loneliness. When melancholy strikes, only you know why I cry like rain. Because, acacia, this cold night, this remnant snow, this fallen plum, I can't help thinking of you, the person who stayed in our memory!