{1034035475,I want to say I love you} Yu traveled to Shimen, do not see the Zissei style for a long time. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. It is difficult to go away from the palace, the old friends are difficult to meet, so that the talent is withered. Recall that in the past years and the fellow students sitting on the banks of the Jehol River, the love of all the lost words, relative forgetfulness, fast and song said: what to solve the problem, only the mountain village. However, the world banquet, there is no not dispersed. People running around, each to the ends of the earth, no news, no time to meet again. Even if I am not willing to do so, I must not be obsessed with it. Since we left Jehol, we have been separated by thousands of mountains. It is hard to find a soulmate or a good person. Zero for many years, between the ends of the earth, the confidant is like the past, deep love to wait for the memories. This love is difficult to continue, this sadness is difficult to tell, this ambition is difficult to fulfill, so the depression in the pen, into the poem. Accumulation of many years of effort, to become a thousand words, linked into a piece. And because of the blessing of the villa, to the four Yunshan Pavilion for the perfect place for the scenery, midnight often drink with close friends and poetry on it, the wind and cold moon white, tea and wine into ice, the darkness of the ravine interlaced, as if the ghosts and monsters, light and darkness, like an arrow, have not forgotten, and after often chanting: cloud to the mountain is more, the cloud to go to the mountain like a picture, the mountain due to the cloud obscurity, the cloud **** mountain heights and below, every thought to the cloud and mountain, wind and moon floating at present, the ice and cold cheese wash the bottom of the lungs. Therefore, it is called: Yunshan set. The most difficult to make poems in life, each into a, or blood boiling, or soul uncertainty, the day is not peaceful, but the poem into the read, but also for the life of a great pleasure, happy situation does not have to say to the poem, this piece of nine out of ten are all for the feeling of pathos, more than thinking of the old man, reminiscent of the old days of the hot river, not to show their talent, the name of the world, only to Bo Jiaoren a smile. Only to meet again in his hometown, will not be negative, messy mind, can still be calmed. I'd like to take advantage of the moonlit night to write this article and give it to you.
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Raccoon Brook Sand Chapter
Dreaming of flowers is also drunk Rain over the South Tower night can be sad Leaning on the fence, do not ask what is right and wrong The east wind sighed lightly flowers have been late Sitting idly in the South Mountain to listen to the sound of the rain Drunkenness in the West Tower always remembered the Secretary
Occasionally read Xiaoya Caiwei suddenly remembered the past
Rain and snow for many years don't hot river back to the north of the Sebei green mountain more really want to meet heart but regret love to the thick of the heart can't bear to say Willow East Wind The fragrance filled the garden Remembering the past when we saw each other as if we were teenagers letting down the spring light and spring no matter what the cottonwood is like snow, like orchids
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Thousands of miles away from Jehol, I can't bear to remember the people in my hometown, and I can't bear to remember the people in my hometown, and I can't bear to remember the people in my hometown, and I can't bear to remember the people in my hometown. p>
With wine on the street, looking back at the slanting sun, we smiled at each other, our hearts were blossoming, leaning idly on the river, the red flying fragrance ***Jun traveled with me, drunkenly feeling the wind and coolness, when this situation, why do you need to go back to it
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Floating flowers have intentions, the grass contains feelings, the cup of wine is in front of the water, the feeling of silence, the bird's voice is quiet, the sun shines in the evening pavilion, the village is sparsely lit, the cooking smoke is getting lighter, the purple clouds are drifting far away, the blue moon is bright at the first time, the river is like a rain, and the river is reflective of the stars, the song of silence is silent. Don't listen to it. If you have a soulmate, don't sigh for your life
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Four Sorrowful Poems, Part I
The one I'm thinking of is at Shimen, and I want to go back to it, and I want to be in tears. I'm thinking of returning to my home, but I haven't yet done so, so how can I repay you for your kindness? I'm not sure if you're not happy with the way you're going, but I'm not sure if you've ever thought about it.
The river is wide, but the moon is already full, so when will I get my beloved back? How can I repay you for your life's thoughts? The road is far away, so I don't want to ask about my marriage. I hope that you will not be able to sleep in your dreams
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Ancient
The magpie flies in two, and the beloved has not yet returned to her yet, and the willows along the riverbanks in olden times are sad and alone in the wind
Ancient
The sun sets slowly, but the old Canal is still silent, and the light willow dances in the wind, and the leafs are not yet folded
Occasional work
The apricots fill the slopes in the light rain, and the jujube blossoms fall in the breeze, and the evening clouds come with a glass of wine, and the lumbering travelers of the rivers and lakes
On the eve of the Chrysanthemum Festival
The chrysanthemum flowers are faintly scented, and the heart is quietly saddened. The grass is endless, and the journey home is blocked
Passing the Lotus Garden
The morning sunlight falls on the lotus, but the koi carp jumps over the waves, and we swim with you in the water of the West Lake, letting the years slip by.
Spring twilight
Looking at Luohan Mountain from Hammer Hill Pavilion, where the setting sun serves as a robe and flowers as a hairpin, and the Lohan Rohan Rohan Rohan Rohan calls out to the clouds and covers the face of the people. The wind warms the lakeshore and sends flowers back The deer worry that the grass is thinning on the slope The magpies laugh as they search for roses
Autumn Night Chrysanthemum Appreciation
The leaves of the garden are empty of fragrance The finches are laughing at the pistils of the flowers Don't ask where you are in the bright moon The heart of poetry has not yet changed
What to do when you visit Xitang, one of the two poems
The smoke rises outside the Send-off Bridge, and the setting sun hangs in the west of the building It is hard to send the winds of the countryside on this night It is hard to send the winds of my home life I have grown up as a man of cloth in the south of the Yangtze River
The feelings of
The moon is shining in the sky, and the wine is still drunk, but all my worries have not gone away, and the drunkenness was once a dream
Rainy night at the West Lake
The wind and the clouds cover the mountains, and the ducks are laughing with the waves, and the wind and the rain blowing at the West Lake one night, and I wake up drunk with my sideburns already stained
The feeling of spring
Heart is like a tree that has already been dusted off, and the body is like a boat that cannot be tied up, and there is nothing to do with my life.
Remembering the past when I first boarded the gentleman's hall, I was haggardly looking at the Wolf Mountain and the Autumn River, I was cold with longing at night in the south of the city, and in the north of the city, I dreamt of returning to my temples with ten years of frost, and I could not foresee what would happen to my temples, and this is the most unusual thing that I have ever experienced under the moonlight. The sea of the ocean, the mountains, the frosty miles, the poles, the spring winds, the cold past past the past, the river is still far away, the instantly gazing at the tears, the Great Wall boasts of its empty name, the sea of ice, a dipper falls into the swallow
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--Chiba Trail, Cloudy Embankment, Memories of the Latecomer, Cloudy Eaves and Drizzle, Drunken Spring Breeze, Lying alone on a Pavilion in the River, the Golden Scales Walking Along, A Piece of The leaves turn to the corridor, and the night at the villa, the mist and the tears, the moon and the frost
Cai Sang Zi
A pot of cloudy wine to talk to the screen, the heart is cool, the heart is cool, the heart is cool, the chime flogging and the moon is still the same, and the green willows outside the smoky and rainy building are still the same. Don't go to the mountain villa, don't read Nalan, it's easy to forget you when you meet you
Cai Sang Zi's joint chapter
Who comes to call the soul of my hometown from outside the building, where warblers are staying on the cold branches, and finches are staying on the cold branches? I ask the wind where you have gone, and who can understand the pain of the dying lotus in the lake
Manting Fang, second section
The place where we joined hands in the past, the blue clouds are still there, and the tide sounds the same as before, remembering the old face, and not being able to keep the spring, why are we so busy in this life? I don't know how I will be able to forget my words, or how I will not be able to live from day to day, and how I will be able to think about it, and the meteor passing by, the wind disturbing the yellow warbler's speech
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The slightest rain and light fragrance, and I'm envying the swallows. I look back at the moon and the sky is empty, a flat boat, and the wind is thinner than the West Lake.
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The sentimentality of the song is so disturbing that it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to stay in the water, and it is hard to remember Yangzhou when you are drinking wine. remembering Yangzhou when you are drinking wine. remembering Yangzhou when you are drinking wine. remembering Yangzhou when you are drinking wine. remembering Yangzhou when you are drinking wine. remembering Yangzhou when you are drinking wine. The first is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world, and that you have a good understanding of the world,cheap nike air max 90, and that you have a good understanding of the world,cheap nike air max 90. I'm not sure how much love I have left, but I'm going to drink alone in the rain of the sycamore tree
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Don't wait for the time when you are sentimental The geese are late in returning The heartless have already laughed at the sentimentalism The frosty maple frightens the sudden rain The crows rise up in a flurry Can't bear to look at the broken leaves of the poems I wish that I would not meet you from this moment on in my dreams Only in the rivers and lakes, who else can know my heart
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Wisp of Gold I wish the heavens would grant me my wish, but I will stay with you for the rest of my life
The Golden Wisp--To the Deceased
We were so sentimental that we spoke in front of the pavilion, and the snow was gathering on the mountain, and I still remember how I was so despondent and foolish, and who was like me, so I became a target, and the pearl source of the pearl disappeared, and there were four walls and four walls and the sun was slanting down on us, and we smiled, and we were shy. In the world of red dust, even if I am drunk and in a trance, I still want to find you, even though no one asks me about the maple leaves, and no one remembers my beautiful words. I burned my poems and abandoned my pen while the moon was still shining, but I will never write again, and I will never write again, and I will never talk about my life's ambitions.
Broken Chapters
Mostly I pity you for the end of the grasses in autumn, but I still ask for a way to go back. I'm afraid I can't get rid of this plan. I'm only laughing at the fact that love always deceives us. Don't be sentimental. Love hurts you even if you've traveled together to nowhere. It's only been a few years since we've been together, and the grass has been left behind, the evening winds are bleak, and the clouds have risen in Chang'an. -The remaining chapters of the song, the dream is hard to stay, and the words are not to be continued, the autumn rain will be late to meet you, and the bitter years will come, and the wild geese will often ask, and the poems will be sought, and the stars will fall, and the floating life will be a frightening dream, and who will know it, but I am drunk in the mountain villa, listening to the snow, and the hot river is empty and silent, and I can't help it, but tearing down my tears and turning into spring, and hating the passing years and lightly discarding them
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Raccoon Creek Sand
What is the way to the maple cold and moonlit road? The wind is blowing far away from the red fish outside the building, and the hand is trembling and the string is broken, and the dancing and the dancing are all very lively, and the wind is blowing, and the dream is waking up, and the wind is waking up, and the love is bitter and hard to say
Raccoon Brook Sand--To the deceased
The wind is blowing far away from the red fish outside the building, and the hand is trembling and the string is broken, and the dancing and the dancing is very lively, and the wind is blowing, and the dream is waking up, and the wind is waking up, and the fate is bitter and hard to say
Raccoon Brook Sand--To the deceased
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Luan Shuiyuan" is a song of sorrows that lingers on the river The winds of the Yansai River are causing chaos of the blue clouds The second section of "Songs in Water" says: "We are destined to join hands with one another, but why would we ever want to do so again?
Scattered and gathered, people go away, I'm left alone, always in the red dust, always thinking of each other, tears flowing down my cheeks, watching spring and autumn with a smile, observing the storms of the world, my heart remains the same, my heart aches at parting, thinking of you all the time
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Young man in his homeland, a jug of wine, the old road in the dusk, a few years of autumn, a skinny horse, the sky and the world, but also the wind, the winds and the clouds, the mountain, the sadness of separation
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The sound of the tide is so loud that I can't bear to look back, and the moon shines on the lonely boat, but I'm still here, and I don't need to ask about the willows on the riverbank, because I've already shed all my tears, and I don't want to be parted.
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The first section is about the dream of the night's end, when you're drunk and you've got to laugh at your fate. The only thing I can say is that I've been thinking about you for years if I hadn't met you in the moonlight
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The rainy curtains are cold, and I have a lot of sorrows, and I'm standing on the jade steps, and the cold crows are lifting their heads in the air
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Month is like a hook and the stars are like peas, and the frosty maple is thin, and I hope that you won't turn white in the next years.
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The wind is blowing and peach blossoms are falling, the peaks are stained with the slanting sunlight, and we are alone and haggard, and we will take advantage of the blue water of the river in the twilight of spring, and the brown clouds are pale, and we will pour our tears into the blue shirt, and we will drink wildly, and we will not throw away the cups. I'm afraid that the geese, like me, will destroy my heart, and when the stars fall on the peaks, we'll be able to drink wine and sing our hearts out, and we'll be able to sing our hearts out to you and me, and we'll be able to smile openly and have no regrets
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Why do you need to look back at the past is because it's unbearable and we have trouble meeting each other in this life because we don't have any destiny. Rain and wind
The clouds and wind are clear and the river moon is bright Drifting in this life I have been sentimental in vain Forgetting the red dust and the silence of the green lamp is cold Looking back to the past has become ice
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Spring points of 10,000 homes Falling flowers are all gone and the pool is clear The ten miles of lakes and mountains can not be fully viewed It's always the feelings of a departed person who is always accompanied by a boat boat Autumn frost***Moon is bright and my heart is as cold as an osmanthus flower The wide cold tower is rolled up in the curtains and the wind is blowing lightly The yellow leaves are all gone and I can't listen to the voice of my native land The yellow leaves are all over the countryside can not be heard
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The snow is full of fine, sentimental, someone will know Remembering the old return place, the maple sorrows, full of stars and the moon, all to a pool of dust, the broken lamps want to extinguish, half of the world drifted away, how can I sigh the difficulty of the sea of bitterness, my hands should be pity for the red, how can I be, but it's already appendicularly tearful, the confidants of this life are thin, you do not listen to the wild geese into the way of returning, the jade face is aging, the lifelong self-misunderstood, the broken bridge, the shadow of a woman, like the first time, the horse will be withered, regret, not too much to float in a misty way, the road of coming back, the candles in the dream, the shadow of the thin I remember the old days under the moonlight and the remnants of your song, the red color has gone away, and now the song is still strong, and the west wind is over, and it is hard to tell you how much I miss you
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That morning, when the rain was lingering in the fall, you were holding an umbrella and walking behind me. That dusk, the snowflakes swirling, you dressed in winter clothes, back dotted in the fairy tale-like scroll. That night, the lights are hazy, by chance, you and I met in the appendix of the street, how long have you waited, you finally walked beside me. At that moment, the northern part of the city melted into the southern part of the river, and the moment solidified into eternity.
Chun Cheng brother, you should remember
Chun Cheng brother, you should remember, waxing winter night, away from the winding stone road of the palace only strolling me and you. Hot River Springs, Yunshan Pavilion, wind springs clear listening, remember in the heart is that we never give up, *** with the struggle of the past ever. Experienced the pain of you and me, have long been no need to say that the moment of giving up because young and do not know how to insist. Palace walls, ancient pine graceful, this night's feelings can not be too much. The snow flying all over the sky, frozen love happy illusion, can only let time pass to let us will gradually ignore the past. Singing a song we made up, inadvertently looking back, the white snow covered the mountain road, until the lights dim Chengde small town, that may be the end of the road. Willow fluttering, the mountain road is long, this night, I have no idea where the road ahead to go. I don't know where the road ahead is going. I don't want to lament the bleakness, because there you are, we are here is the miracle of life, our friendship in this freezing snow will also be a long time
You are in front of you, love is in the sky
Asked the world? There is no such thing as a paradise, the cottage may only be one or two, outside the yard must only be a few acres of thin fields, it is best to have a small brook running water, the important thing is that my side with your company. Hand in hand together, bathing in the spring breeze gently, enjoying the summer starlight, taste the autumn fragrance of rice far away, feel the warmth of the winter night moon. Year after year, you plow the field to you weaving, you pick water to you watering the garden, you wash vegetables to you cooking, I eat after you brush the bowl. I'm not lazy about anything, I just want to be by your side, looking into your eyes, until forever and ever
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Many years ago, I remember in the introductory class of Buddhism, listening to Mr. Locke talk about Zen Master Zhaozhou, "drinking tea," Linji Sect "head of the baton," the story, the view of the Zen Master, "the head of the baton, the head of the baton," the story of the "head of the baton, the head of the baton. "The story of the character can be viewed in such nonsense behavior in the epiphany of the Buddha's teachings. [1] I was puzzled. Which epiphany is what kind of truth is unknown. A few years ago, the first reading of the "Heart Sutra", only to feel full of the scripture is awkward, can not be read, read more feel full of confusion. But time is like water, with the ups and downs of life, life ups and downs, recently recalled by chance once the scriptures seem to have a few points of understanding. Buddha said that the cultivation of righteousness, the need to be happy to give to the good, a heart to the good. This kind of behavior is only for people in the world. However, the monk outside of the square, the mountain in the purification of cultivation, the fruits of walking, how can practice the behavior of the secular world. Therefore, the epiphany mentioned in Buddhism does not lie in the shallow to sophisticated behavior of people, but in the sudden change in the way people look at the world in terms of space and time. All things have reincarnation, and so does life, but reincarnation does not refer to the continuity between this life and the next. Rather, it refers to the cycle of emotions such as joy, anger, sadness, love, evil, fear, and so on in this life. Life is always in the get and lose between the turn, in the happy and sad between wandering, in the parting and meeting in the staggering bleak. Everything is not eternal, the possession of the moment is not a long time to have, the life of gain and loss and love and hate put aside in the vast universe, to the macro view of space and time will feel boring, can not bear to look at. In this view, the more the possession of the moment makes people happy, the more obsessed with it, when we cross in a drop in the ocean, when we lose what we love, the more we feel bitter, the more we feel that life is pale and colorless. The Buddha said that there is no supreme joy, it seems that the happiness and sorrow caused by the hasty gain and loss in the ordinary time, some dream, this joy is not real joy, this pain is not real pain. Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself. Putting the perspective of external objects and oneself in the vastness of space and time, living in the microcosm, but the realm is outside the microcosm, so that there is no sadness and no joy, is the real sadness and joy. The story of the "head-banging" can actually make people instantly realize the Way, not because of the enhancement of one's own nature and realm, but because of the transformation of the way of looking at life from the microcosm to the macrocosmic point of view. As the original only see a grain of sand, but now see a grain of sand in the middle of the sea. It is precisely the method of cultivating the mind, as Master Huineng said, not the streamers move, not the wind moves but the mind moves. All things are not eternal, but my mind is eternal. A thing, we feel a lot of love at the moment, a moment can not bear to lose, but in the span of history, 100 years needless to say, is 10 years, have the things also become vain and barren, then this momentary happiness and what is the meaning, what is the rationale.