The moon hangs in the shade of the tree, the leakage is broken and the people are quiet. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I was surprised to see that there was no one to turn back to. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Sleep soundly. The wind is blowing slowly, and it's a good thing that it's not. The bamboo is elegant, the plum is proud, the sorrow is graceful, and the loss is sighing. Mountain, still. Water, long. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
For a long time, I am a person with low self-esteem, gazing at the blue water clear pool, stopping at the water powder smoke and clouds, alone in the fragrance of the flowers on the path to sleep soundly. The building of the smoke and rain, the traffic, low walk through, slowly pass by, silently miss.
Just like this has been ordinary, almost can let people forget their own existence. Whenever I get together with my grandmother's family, I feel so embarrassed, not a boy, and not beautiful, and became the most irrelevant one. So, at a very young age, I understood the injustice of fate. I understand the hypocrisy of human nature.
Bowed his head, alone in the dream stay; closed his eyes, entangled shyness.
Swinging the bright spring, yellowing the fall, so lonely and cold sandbar.
Hate too much lively place, for the plain face of me, the more lively, the more secluded. The evening breeze is gentle, the swallow murmurs, red raw silk incense broken, the flow of the years, one of the spring and autumn. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Once upon a time, I had a long, long, longing to grow up, and the stream hit the waves and ran to the present day. But the thorns are still there, the bumps are still there, and I'll be walking towards tomorrow with hope, savoring the sweet and sour, experiencing the warmth and coldness of the people, talking about the joys and sorrows, listening to the love and hate.
The distant mountains are like a sea of clouds. The morning sun overflows with poetry, the setting sun depicts the painting, searching for flavor and clarity, wave by wave nature. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service. Drunk, the peach source disappeared in the sea of people. Put your eyes to break the distant hills, but can not find its entrance.
The lonely sycamore, locking up the clear fall. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
One day, I called a friend. The microphone came a ringtone: "Lonely oil tungsten wind fly ......" melody beautiful, seem a bit pale and sad, the lyrics are also quite moody. Later, I asked my friend what the ringtone was. Friends informed that it was a singer called Zhou Chuanxiong sang "Lonely Sandbar Cold", very popular.
"Lonely sandbar cold." This is not a line from the great Song Dynasty lyricist Su Shi's "Bu San Zi - The Missing Moon Hangs on the Sparse Tong", so no wonder it sounds so familiar. The full lyric goes like this: "The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung, the leakage breaks and the people are quiet at the beginning. Who sees the ghostly man traveling alone? The shadow of a lone goose is drifting in the mist. I was surprised to see that there was no one to save me from my hatred. I've chosen all the cold branches and refused to stay, the lonely sandbar is cold." This song probably borrowed the mood of the lyrics to fill in the song! However, it sounds like a sentimental love song to me. It is very different from the main idea expressed in the original lyrics, is there a new interpretation of this Su lyrics?
With this question, I read the Song Appreciation Dictionary. From this, I learned that this word is Yuanfeng three years Su Shi was deported to Huangzhou made. According to the book, in the second year of Yuanfeng, when Su Shi was forty-four years old, he was impeached for his satirical poems and was almost killed. In the following year, he was deported to Huangzhou, where he wrote this poem in his apartment in Dinghuiyuan. Su Shi wanted to use this poem to express his state of mind at that time, when he was in a state of seclusion. In the lyrics, the poet used the metaphors of the "ghostly man" and the "lonely hong" to express his feelings of loneliness. The words "hate", "cold", "loneliness" and "cold" are used to emphasize his own feelings of suffering and distress, and the words "sorrow, slander and ridicule" are used to emphasize his own feelings of loneliness and distress. The words "hate", "cold", "lonely", and "cold" are used to emphasize his own emotions in the midst of suffering. These can be written from his friend Li Eagle's letters to get evidence. At that time, he was in a situation of fear and trembling, even if there is a high branch of good perch, or to pick and choose "refused to perch", had to stay in the sandbar, loneliness, cold.
This was originally a very good aria with a message. How was it sung by modern people as a sad song of love? Later, I found out that because of a misrepresentation of the story. As some descendants could not understand the meaning of Su Shi's words, they said that Su Shi wrote the words for a woman named Lone Hung. The story is like this: Huizhou Wen's female, quite colorful, aged sixteen, refused to be betrothed. See Shi, a love, often wandering outside the window, listening to Shi chanting. Later, Shi crossed the sea to the south, the woman died, buried in the side of the sandbar. Shi returned to Huizhou, learned of the feelings, because of the "Bu San Zi" words. The book explains that this was due to the fact that during the Southern Song Dynasty, people who told "commentary" in the city often made the poems of the ancients into a story and sang them. This word was changed into a love story, probably for this reason.
I didn't realize that people today are using the meaning of this word to hype and sing. Even though the song sounds very beautiful and the singer's voice is very magnetic, I always feel that it is not perfect. Whether it is the story of the "Daughter of the Wendu Supervisor" or this is a sad and touching love song, it is far-fetched for the original meaning of Su's words, and obviously detracts from the meaning and elegance of the original words. I think, it should not be.
Thought the feelings can be silent, but always a hint of precipitation. I thought that the pen may be cloudy and empty, but always hide from the breeze.
See your text messages, a "sorry", stacked one after another, want to complain about your reasons have become thin. I think of a sentence: "You have to let me". I'm not sure if I've ever had a problem with that, but I'm not sure if I've ever had a problem with that.
In the world of emotions, there is not much who is right and who is wrong. Only the ebb and flow of thoughts. Sometimes want to fade in the busy, but do not want to afterglow deeper loneliness. I know that you are in a bad mood. But I don't want to be in the middle of a ravine, a thousand times. A song "whether" let you pour all the joy, but also let my feelings stagnant, strokes from the clouds fell.
Even if it is freezing rain, the only thing you can slowly taste.
Guess what sometimes, will make people associate ups and downs.
In your melancholy, I carefully crossed the trajectory of your mood, which a few have me.
I don't know if I'm used to the feeling of you being there, or if I'm used to wandering around in your life. Leave your emotional world, the text suddenly lost color. I have some literary talent destined for you. At this time, you certainly have not yet got up, when a ray of sunshine into your house, warm as my greetings. I'm by your side, you still do not take good care of yourself, in that far away from home you will be good?
The opportunity to hear your laughter is too small. I walked into your life in your melancholy, destined to accompany your melancholy together with singing. Sometimes in a kind of atmosphere in the silence for too long, even thoughts also in that kind of magnetic force fluttering. Whenever the pen touches your beautiful shadow, the heart can not help but slide down. I want to say the words before the words, but fell down the tip of the pen is so light and thin.
Think of the lyrics of a song, "It's hard to love someone". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. In the world of two people, my sky is clear, you sky rain, a cloud, two kinds of scenery. I know I can't ask to be too hard on you, there aren't many people who can understand you. The only thing I can do is to watch you cry quietly in your loss. Maybe I'm next to you quietly watching is also your heart care.
Helplessness is always accompanied by helplessness ups and downs, chose your melancholy, destined to my light sorrow. A song of wind and dust, has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
I remember a song called "Lonely Sandbar Cold". I forget the lyrics, but think the music is still okay. My heart even if it will be very lost, but also to make their own heart qi abundant, because I know I only in the filling once and for all enthusiasm, can warm your cold heart.
A good song "Lonely Cold Sandbar", a good song of acacia morning wind.
Lonely Cold Sandbar Prose 4
After a night rain, the temperature plummeted. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Last night, I slept so y that I didn't even realize it was raining, so I hurriedly brought it indoors and lovingly tended to its broken branches and leaves.
I love flowers, especially chrysanthemums, perhaps because I was born in the fall. For chrysanthemums, I have an innate sense of intimacy, like chrysanthemums this clean and pure beauty with a light aroma. Looking at the pot of flowers in front of me, in my careful repair, and then revitalized.
It was raining in the sky, and the wind was blowing a little cold on my face. I hold an umbrella, walking in the alley, cold and quiet, no one. Push open the door of the office, colleagues have not come, open the computer, log on to the blog, see the blog friend lonely sandbar Ling updated a log.
She wrote in her diary: "Thank you for this sick, sick such a guy, from the eleventh holiday after such a heavy and light attachment to me, but also may be too much love for me to be sick, I refuse to sympathize, pity and treatment. Until a few days ago, know the sound of the forum, Su sent a message that: the forum moderator Xixi Princess went, only 22 years old, cancer, on the operating table did not come down on the go, she is a beautiful, kind and enthusiastic girl, the family is very good, but can not retain her young life! The forum mourned her and pulled the plug for a day. I was crying, although and Sissy Princess is not too familiar with, but I cried for a young life away ......"
See here, suddenly some sadness. I stood up, walked to the window, the window is still flying outside the light rain, the air is gray, more depressing to me. Back to the computer, in the East family shouted: "Brother lonely, out of a living person to spread!"
Silence for a while, the East bad stand out, fluffy head of wool curls, BS skimming, said: "You are uncle good not, still think they are very young. I'm busy today, my leader is going to see me in person." Said, infinite complacency twisted his butt and drilled into her office.
Cupcake, great cupcake! Since Zi Ruo a certain afternoon, was bad bad successfully abducted, the two individuals reached a **** alliance, together with the BS me, BS I every day period of time to write some sensational words, BS I every day to drink yellow wine red wine confused do not know what is the evening of this day and night, and then high-profile together with each other to brag about it, say some fleshy words of love stimulate the layers of my brain, and finally even said that they want to go together to the civil affairs department to get a license, because now It's cheap to get a license, only nine dollars. The first thing I want to do is to get a good deal of money from the government, so I'm not sure how much I'm going to pay for it.
Boredom, turn to the 17 road. When I first thought of it, Yiren sister brought me here, not waiting for me to mix well here, and then left me alone to go, looking at her fading back, I chose to stay silently. Back to my 17 road home, see lonely sandbar cold message. I can't help but weep!
She wrote after my book "Snow Sprinkles the Great Wall": "Read little Ming's novels are few, always feel that they do not have time, "Snow Sprinkles the Great Wall" this masterpiece, is the first time to read, and is a breath of reading, due to illness, can not sit for long periods of time, read the "Snow Sprinkles the Great Wall" has always been lying down to look at the tired, close your eyes and rest for a few moments, the neck is not comfortable! I'm tired, I close my eyes and rest for a moment, my neck is uncomfortable, and I put a pillow on my head again. After reading the two volumes, the pillow of the tear marks have not dried, reading and writing books, how much of their own feelings into it, in order to make the story seem so real, so poignant, so moving ......"
Lonely sandbar cold, this elegant woman from Henan Pingdingshan, and my acquaintance! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. She likes ancient poetry, a handful of words filled with pure fireplace green, poignant and sad; and I love modern poetry, long and short sentences at your fingertips, chi chi misery, self-pity and self-pity. Although we rarely speak together, but each other's heart, will remember each other, care about each other.
I'm very touched that she insisted on reading my novel in the case of poor health, in fact, my novel is far from being as good as my friends praised, at best, it's just a kind of perception of my life, and then into the form of a novel to show. The plot is not vivid enough, more not on the wonderful, language is not unique, nor lively, I just as a kind of interest, a hobby, exudes a certain kind of emotion.
And she, but in the body and spirit of the double negative pressure, write hundreds of words of text, talk about her heart on the characters in the novel of the truest feelings, which I whip not only support so touched, but a kind of care, a kind of love. Perhaps our love for words, just a moment of feverishness, the end of the heat, the words will naturally dry up like spring water. However, there is a thing called friendship, will be in our hearts, until the deep-rooted. Friends, is a lamp in our hearts, a fire, warm others, illuminated themselves.
In life, some friendship, is valuable, as I made this group of friends in the network, although we are all from different sides of the world, and perhaps will not meet for life, but I am still willing to stay in this love in each other's hearts, just let it stay in the network, afraid of this love once overflowed outside the network, on the faded, tasteless.
Lonely sandbar cold, this originated from Su Shi's "divination": "pick all the cold branches refused to perch, lonely sandbar cold" in the sentence, was cleverly picked by her to do the net name. This delicate woman, not only has the tenderness of a daughter, but also has the arrogance and coldness of a daughter, unwilling to go with the flow of loneliness and state of mind!
The rain slowly stopped, the sun came out, a bright ray of sunshine brilliantly shining into the window, warm. After the rain is finally clear, here, Xiaoming sincerely wish lonely sandbar cold health, always young and beautiful!