Belonging to you and me speechless ending prose
I am a hedgehog, in order to love you, I pulled out every thorn on my body, every time I pull out the pain is heartbreaking, but one day, you no longer want to be this hedgehog without thorns. Maybe all you have is the desire to conquer, and I'm just one of your prey. It's like a cat playing with a mouse.
I want to know the gentleman, long life without endless decline. Once thought, to the mountain without mausoleum river water exhaustion, winter thunder quake summer rain and snow after the dare with the gentleman, did not expect, in that mountain flower rosy spread freely, the story has long drawn to a close.
I came to your direction, but you went to the direction I went, is your goal is the horizon, destined to leave me can only be the back? In the end, you disappeared in the direction I went.
Two hearts close to the ground, I thought I was happy and good luck; but to the left, to the right to go to the fate, I understand, I still do not deserve this world geometry.
I had gently into you, but you are flustered only want to escape, not who made a mistake, but your indifference I do not want, since you want to escape, then I let you go, because I want you to be happy, there is no sadness, there is no loneliness, all everything, let me alone to suffer.
The encounter is too beautiful, even if the flow of dry tears, injury to the end of the heart into gray does not matter, you have given me the warmth and thoughts is my ultimate comfort, cocoon into a butterfly, can not fly, I do not care, as long as you do not complain I have no regrets, after all, we once *** with have.
You take the love and dreams away, I can not see the way back, my mind is too much guessed by you, a little love can not stay. I've been aware of this ending for a long time, but I'm still fooling myself. My true heart for you to trip, want to forget you really hard, the pain of longing in my heart entangled, day and night to look forward to, but destined to never answer. I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea to get a good idea of what's going on.
Love is too difficult, love you more difficult, every day change, turn a piece of chaos, turn to turn to not love but also love.
This is a speechless ending. Belong to you, belong to me! The sky is crying, I am crying, where are you? The love is fading, the obsession is dispersing, and it is best not to see each other.
If time stays
Life is like a clock, and the time will come and go. Life is like a clock that fixes time in a circle. Some people think that time passes slowly, as if the hell version of suffering; some people think that time passes quickly, praying to God to pray to stay. Yes, time really passes like water, both rapid and calm, perhaps if you can really stay down, may be able to do some more meaningful things.
If time can stay, the river no longer flow away ......, time, say it is small and not small, say it is great and not great, micro to a grain of small sand dust, a hint of wind blowing over is also the passage of time. No sound, no shadow, no trace ... almost invisible traces of its walk through. In real life, the arrangement of time like a clock, the time to what time to do something, never thought of the time outside the clock.
Life, was arranged to be very full, whether it is joy, anger, sadness, or sorrow, are as it is, never thought of their own sorrow to whom to tell, should be there is no opportunity, there is no time to talk about the deepest feelings of their own hearts. Every day, I want to clock with a scale to calculate the time, time is too long and feel slow, time is too short and feel too fast, do not need to discuss, why? Why? It can not stay?
That will allow those stupid people do not have to argue for it, for it and feel sad and sorry. The passage of time is very sorry, and it does not go will feel dissatisfied, it would be better to let it like a lake like a calm flow, calm and quiet, and feel the serenity of the world's everything, no wind and no rain life.
If time can stay, happiness no longer flow away ......, when people enjoy the nourishment of happiness, they must pray that God can not take back the happiness of giving them happy times. Happiness comes from bitterness, because the experience is too much, so want to rest; because feel hard-won, so cherish. But no matter how to retain, it is very cruel, will not take pity on people, said to go to go, the funnel of quicksand will still pour down, the wrist of the clock's two legs are still in a little bit, a minute and a second of the flow, can not leave a little bit of time for us outside the clock?
Just one second will also be cherished. With the tip of the pen to draw the happiness of the time clock, can not be erased or erased, always stay in this moment of happiness ...... are fantasies, right? It is a daydream! But don't forget, time is ruthless, can't stay, it will not pity you, even if you beg it and what can be done, is not reckless escape.
If time can stay, sadness is no longer welling up ......, time stays, from a certain point of view to think of may be very happy, but for a pessimist or has been sad people, it is not a good thing. They do not hope there will be time beyond the clock, nor do they want it, they just want it to want to fly away like an arrow, preferably never to return.
A person who has been hurt doesn't want to live forever in sadness, and always wants the things that hurt him to go away, not to turn around and hurt him again. Maybe he needs time outside of the clock to make himself happy, will it? Would it really work? Or maybe it would just make him more miserable.
The time beyond the clock, does it exist? If there is, I hope it stays, and I'm happy to accept it, whether it's happy or sad.
Hometown bridge
I stood on the bridge for many years separately, the heart of the ups and downs, can not be calm for a long time, the hometown has changed, the village has changed, the village west of the small bridge has changed. In my memory, this is a little larger than a one-wood bridge small bridge, wooden railings, neatly, the bridge engraved with a few big words - Lianli Bridge. Thick solid piers, but also quite formidable. I often come here with my buddies, scrambling to climb to the bridge railing, standing on the pier protection laughing and joking, happy. Labor people, sometimes get together, standing on the bridge competition diving, although the action is not very elegant, but is very wonderful, often make people laugh, forget the day's exhaustion.
Every Sunday, the people who rush to the market, carts and tandems, followed by the animal carts, walking unhurriedly. Every now and then you see women and girls walking by with their baskets, listless. Sheep farmers and cattle farmers lazily to the bridge next to the sunny slopes, lying in the sun, watching the horses, cows and sheep in the leisurely grazing, everything is so calm. Whenever this happens, there is always a sense of intimacy in my heart. Later, I went to a very far away home in Inner Mongolia to go to school, when I think of the village west of the small bridge, how much I want to see it as soon as possible ah.
Today, I finally returned to its side, I did not expect just a few years, the hometown has changed, the memory of the small bridge is gone. Appeared in front of me is a concrete stone bridge, wider than the original small bridge, sculpture of exquisite patterns, small and exquisite. That two dragons playing pearls, two lions galloping, as if on the water flipping and leaping, open clouds and fog, giving people a sense of time and again. Under the bridge there are four thick and solid concrete piers, on both sides of the bridge there are eight carved in the shape of a dragon to protect the bridge piers, stripes of golden dragons alive and well, guarding the bridge on both sides. Lianli Bridge four big words, dashing and generous, wonderful.
In the morning, out of the house, only to see the car, tractor, small four-wheeled continuous drive to the city, are in a hurry to catch up with the market, people come and go, the traffic is busy, the people sitting in the car cheeky jokes, and greet each other, the sound of laughter spread far away. At this time the sun rose very high, a few small goat herders and cattle herders sitting on the concrete slab of the stone bridge, humming pop songs, listening to the tape recorder, leisurely looking at the grazing cows and sheep, looking at the distant bulldozers in the roar, pushing one after another fish ponds, a group of people at the foot of the mountain laughing and joking about building a pigsty, to build a piggery of their own. Not far away, shepherding geese girls, intently reading the new law of scientific goose raising, geese like a floating white cloud, swimming in the vast cushion of big grass. They are not only grazing their dreams, but they are also grazing, their fervent hopes accumulated over the years, and everything is so calm. However, the fire in people's hearts, in the spring to ignite endless blue waves, ignite the passion, ignite the dream, so that the wings of the soaring, in the spring breeze to become more hard, dancing up the sky of the colorful haze.
My hometown for many years has changed, and my small bridge for many years respectively has changed.
The author of the collection of the north wind snow
A touch of white snow in Jiangnan
White snowflakes, the earth as the background of the silver, Jiangnan people finally found a surprise: the swaying branches on the snow shadow heavy, crystalline fluffy snow staggered dotted with between the green leaves, it is very beautiful. Under the light snow, the green earth of Jiangnan more delicate and attractive. In a trance, more soft and clear. People can find in the soft world and snow **** dance of happiness and devotion, so that the mood in the ethereal leap.
Winter moon days, snowflakes, quietly drifting down, and sometimes, the wind calls, like a wild child, from the ground to lift up the snow-covered large handfuls, to the bushes that will not dodge and will dodge the crowd smashed. The water in the pond, the countryside fields, the mountains and forests, and even flying birds, swimming fish, playing children, everywhere swirling with vitality. The light white snow, so that life from the sprout to growth to maturity, hope that this frame.
From a distance, the whole of Jiangnan is shrouded in a snowy mood. Snow is like a touch of spirituality in the dull colors, intoxicating. The light and light white snow, glowing with a strong vitality. What comes through is a natural green that is also deep and light. Mountains, forests, fields in the snow, showing the unique Jiangnan clean, but also shows the undulating magnificence. At present, the thin layer of fluffy snow will be differently emerging from the green grass, like the earth covered with a plush blanket. And in the large and small lakes in Jiangnan, the light snow shadow back to the green water, the lakes grow in the four seasons of the undefeated small flowers, with the water rippling, and solidified snow scene in stark contrast.
White, the true color of life, the unrepentant pursuit. Mobile, through the thick green. A piece of white snow, pale and scattered to extend away, spread out, while a strong vitality is gradually brewing. Shallow and light white, is a symbol of vitality, but also the prelude to the nature to glow its great vitality. The ancients said: flowers and snow with the wind to see not tired, more still willing to lose the forest range. The snowflakes and the snowy world of Jiangnan can even make up for the regret that people can not enjoy the mountains and trees. But Jiangnan people are lucky.
The love of snow, which seems to have become a seal of Jiangnan people. I remember when I was a kid, I was with a group of buddies, the top of the winter snow, or walking or running fun. However, the sound of the footsteps on the thick snow, is really my fascination. The creaking sound, like a musical note jumping in nature, was never enjoyed again when I grew up. In a sense, the snow has been made into a kind of mark of Jiangnan, become people's spirit of solidification, and to be passed on, so that people to fully participate in and experience, feel and close.
Jiangnan's snow is always so fresh, it is Jiangnan's winter open blossom, beautiful and short-lived. So Jiangnan people, but also always have to look at the snow with the mood of flowers, that suddenly overnight white mountains and fields feel incomparable novelty. Because of the snow here, it was born very tender, like chickens and ducklings fluff, very light and light covered in the mountains, a little touch of sunlight, they can not withstand, will dissolve into clear drops of water, wash out the soil on the new green.
Jiangnan's 'snow is always so euphemistic, completely different from the northern snow. This snow, should the bright sun, and the blue sky, is how many people's desire. Here is clean, there is no trace of being kissed by industrial civilization, the simple atmosphere of the countryside here is full of incomparable, such as a string of snow prints in the snow, was extended to go ......
Jiangnan's snow is always given to the pure winks, style and style of decorating the winter of the south of the Yangtze River, the beauty of the beautiful and difficult to say, it is not quite a very Cold, but still cold winter, through the seal of time, but can be warmly loaded in the heart of the people of Jiangnan, like that cold ice but warm wine.
Jiangnan's snow is always suitable to go back to the flavor, a visit to the snow, will give Jiangnan a different kind of beauty. Sprinkling of snow not only to be a gentle woman, but also the need for masculinity and greatness to write Jiangnan's heavy. Memories of the city of Jiangnan is inherent in the uninhibited and sadness, happiness, sweetness and hope. Jiangnan, is ready for the next spring, in the winter looking forward to the spring bloom ......
Return of the bright moon Love about eternity
The moon in the willow tops little by little rounded, a few days ago to walk in the clear light of the night, there is no moon in the heart of the reverie, like her pale Silver light has not melted me lightly, today, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and came to the courtyard under the moon, to see a round moon hanging in the sky, shallow moonlight as if the spirit, such as the morning dew stained my lapel, dipping my heart lake, for no apparent reason, the heart filled with a few thoughts, a few despair, a few warm feelings. Some things some people from my heart to come, hazy with the moon's shadow, moving my thoughts.
When I was very young, I lived in my uncle's house, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in the countryside was a time for married daughters to return to their parents' homes to pay tribute to them. I would always climb up the riverbank early to see the figures in the distance, my aunt in the afternoon when the sun was setting in the west, dusty migratory step more than eighty miles of path from there, she tired legs, but thin face with a warm smile, will be far from me outstretched his hands, and happily said: "I cub, really good, come to pick up Auntie," I I held my aunt's hand and smiled with pride and shyness, and followed her without moving an inch. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my aunt put her arm around me and looked at the full moon outside the window pane, telling me about Chang'e's run to the moon, the osmanthus tree that Wu Gang couldn't cut down, and the heavenly dog that guarded the osmanthus tree. Warm words, familiar breath, I like to sleep in the mother's embrace, sweet dreams, I long skirt fluttering, in the many auspicious clouds in the sky to run to the moon.
When I was in high school, my father sent us to a faraway city to study in order to have a good future for me and my second sister, I was very homesick for the first time away from home, that year's Mid-Autumn Festival, my sister and I received my father's letter, unfolded the epistle, a line of familiar fonts and call: Vi, Fang, both of whom are children: Nearly good. My sister and I were in tears under the moonlight, as if my father's hand was gently stroking our heads and wiping my tears of longing. It was night, my mother was also in tears in her hometown theater. Watching the Han opera of Cai Wenji, watching Cai Wenji parting with her own children, my mother was sobbing.
Another Mid-Autumn Festival, the family is happy to eat moon cakes, suddenly the old family came to say that my uncle suddenly suffered from an acute illness, very serious. This uncle, like a father, made me anxious on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and for the first time, I looked at the moon in the sky and prayed, hoping that her perfect light, like the Buddha's light shining on my loved ones, will never be separated.
Every year, the Mid-Autumn Night, every year, the bright moon to. The years flow by in the moonrise and moonset, and we gradually grow up, gradually have our own lovers and children, and have our own warm little family. A few of the most important people in my life left me forever, my dad, uncle and aunt. Those who are far away can never come back, only thoughts, please the bright moon to bring my earnest greetings.
Bright night and Mid-Autumn Festival, my husband is away on a business trip, today he called and said, "I rushed things and rushed home for the festival." Now is walking on the way home, the child in a city to study college, will certainly go home.
Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a bright moon return, the human love about eternal.
If there is an encounter
Woman. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! In the open field like a brightly colored rose, the cold winds of the cold whether you have learned to appreciate the beauty of their own.
Man. You are always in constant pursuit! But always miss that with your missed "past present and future."
If one day, fortunately met each other in the wind.
If you are lucky enough to meet each other in the wind, you'll be a little more comfortable, and he'll be a little less lost.
If there are encounters, the lonely fragrance is no longer destined to appreciate itself.
If there are encounters, what is missed will not be missed.
If there is an encounter, then ...... your world is his world.
But you are still you, I am still me.
If, if, if, this world where there are so many if.
Su Shi and his poetic life
As you know, Su Shi is a person who few people know, but when it comes to Su Dongpo, you may have an impression. Su Dongpo, this is Su Shi to his own word, because in the official relegated during the period, in the home of the cottage east of a slope, so to give themselves to take Dongpo, intended to whip themselves "to the sun".
Su Dongpo was born in Meixian County, which is now the city of Meishan. According to incomplete statistics, Meizhou two Song Dynasty out of more than a thousand people, Su Dongpo is among them, but also among the best. Since ancient times, there is a "city of poetry and books", but also "a three father and son" of the beauty of the three father and son of Su Dongpo's popularity is the most widely known, the greatest achievements, the deepest impact.
Talking about Su Dongpo, this person must be one of the few people in the past, for the career, he laughed and laughed, for love, he laughed and laughed, for life, he was calm and collected. People of character, open-minded people, bold people, must be in the Tang and Song dynasty of the eight.
Su Dongpo can be described as a bumpy life, difficult to enter the stream of officials, several times promoted, several times relegated, trance like a dream, but it is such a difficult road is also the old man with a cane, wearing shoes, step by step. Browse the mountains and rivers to "do not know the true face of Mount Lushan, only to be in this mountain," tour of West Lake will have to "want to take the West Lake than Xizi, light makeup and thick smear is always appropriate," in the Red Cliff on the "Miaomiao Ruoxi I wai, looking at the beauty of the sky side! "...... The wind is rising, messing up my dress, brush my hair bun, but also can not stop Su Dongpo, song: "The great river goes east and the waves are exhausted, a thousand years of the wind and streams of characters." To serve the country, kill the enemy and make achievements, aspire to be like Gong Jin, laughing between thousands of troops. Even if the body outside the court, framed by traitors, life is also the same, looking back to the place of depression, return to the wind and rain also no sunshine. Being a man like Su Dongpo is enough. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the book.
The civil service is not good, so there is always something to be gained, right? Some people can't help but say so, for example, emotional aspects, since ancient times are talented people. But I can tell you clearly, emotional Su Dongpo is also "not in the line". "Jiangchengzi" inside the mourning his late wife's sentence, Su Dongpo and his wife Wang Fo can be said to be husband and wife, the depths of love naturally reveal their true feelings, so the people who have more than Li Shangyin's "this love can wait to be memories, just when it was already confused." And there is more than Yuan Zhen's "once the sea is difficult for water, except for the witch mountain is not cloud. Even if Su Dongpo later took another person, but the love of his late wife has been buried in his heart, otherwise how would he have written such a touching sentence of the ages. The man of character, dare to act, dare to love and dare to hate.
Su Dongpo's life, there is a poem: "Ask your life's work, Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou." He is comparable to Li Taibai, the great poet of the Magnificent School, Du Zimei's compassionate feelings, and Xin Jiaxuan's courage to be the first. In Lingnan, is also free and easy, "daily bite of litchi 300, may as well be long as Lingnan people", in the remnants of the spring in the "branches of the willow blowing and less, the end of the world, where there is no grass" of leisure.
The later evaluation of Su Dongpo has Liu Chenweng: words to Dongpo, leaning open, such as poetry, such as text, such as the wonders of heaven and earth. There is also Yuan Mei: talent but no emotion, more fun but less rhyme: due to high talent, shallow learning. There is a start but no knot, more hard but less soft: check their knowledge of the early and late Jing poor and so on and so forth. If I come to evaluate that is: I do not know Su Dongpo, read all the poems and books in vain.
Su Dongpo sang "Red Cliff Fugu", is telling us, his own poetry, his own life.