Eight thoughts on past events turning into clouds and smoke
Reflections on past events turning into clouds and smoke (1):
Past events turn into clouds and smoke and dissipate in front of each other’s eyes. Even after saying goodbye, I couldn't see you feeling a little sad.
After years of separation, I miss you very much. A pipa song will keep you drunk for thousands of years, and the past will become a cloud of smoke. The flowers are not flowers, and the mist is not mist. Looking across the jade sky and the tower, a wisp of floral fragrance fills my sleeves. As time goes by, the face becomes old, and the green mountains cannot cover the distant sails.
Time is pure and joyful, the face is easy to age, the past is like a cloud of smoke, and this life is prosperous and beautiful.
How many past events have turned into a few clouds, how many times the prosperity has faded, how many times the spring flowers have bloomed, time follows the horse's hooves, the sound fades away, on Chinese Valentine's Day, hold hands in a different way, without seeking to be world-famous, I don’t ask for a beautiful city, I just want to fall in love with one person in this life. Even if the sea turns into a mulberry field, I will never leave you. Even if I look at each other across the river, I will stay with you for a lifetime.
Thoughts on past events (Part 2):
She put her past love in a glass bottle and threw it into the sea, hoping that it would take away her troubles. Unexpectedly, it happened inadvertently. When she could salvage it and take off the cork, her feelings were like the shadow recovered from Peter Pan, following her like a shadow.
Tell her how she doesn’t miss him! At that time, he went to the south for a while, and her heart followed him. Just like now, her heart is still following him. He doesn't understand her love for him, and thinks that he can't tell him. She is helpless and hopeless, and she is haggard!
Tell her how she doesn’t miss him! In order to forget, she burned all his letters, including the oaths turned into leaf veins, but the wind-swept embers rekindled in her heart. The seeds of love had been planted in her heart. She would think of him whenever she had the chance!
Tell her how she doesn’t miss him! Familiar figures passing by at street corners and intersections thought it was him, and she was overjoyed at first and then felt sad. Poor her, she finally met him in her dream, but it was like she was separated by thousands of mountains and he couldn't see her, but he still looked the same as when he loved her. !
Tell her how she doesn’t miss him! If he could hate her, she would think he still had her in his heart, but unfortunately he didn't hate her. She understood that he no longer had her!
She was still thinking about him. An old classmate faked a phone call from him, which made her desperate. When she found out that it was a game, she burst into tears. How could her classmate understand how much she missed him!
The past has become a blur, and she hopes to be able to fulfill it; however, that love is not a footprint passing through the desert, but is deeply engraved in her heart!
Thoughts on the past and the past (Part 3):
Crossing the Naihe Bridge is the other side and rebirth. After walking across the Naihe Bridge, the past becomes a blur.
When I wake up from a dream, all the past, old enemies and new loves are gone. Except you, you at that time.
Hey, a few days ago, I suddenly felt relieved and let go. Or it could be that I no longer want to think about it and am experiencing amnesia again. It’s not a bad feeling to have the past forgotten, right?
The past has faded away, and suddenly looking back, it has only been two years.
Thoughts on the past and the past (4):
In my memory, the wind from the west window cuts off the warm moonlight. Nowadays, a curtain of dreamscape expresses lovesickness, and the clouds of time linger around my thoughts like catkins, confusing the youth and the past. The past has become a shadow, like falling leaves, turning dust into a dream. In the charming wind, tenderness and infatuation are scattered, and the story in the mirror, in the passing time, forms a sad and beautiful arc that is difficult to round.
In the blank eyes, a strand of your green hair floats across, the silent night, the red sandalwood-colored dream, the burning pain seems like a scenery from another world. I originally wanted to stay with you for the rest of my life, no matter how far apart the world is, but now I can only shed my ink into tears. Perhaps, on the other side of my memory, no one will be the only one for each other. The thousands of mountains and rivers we are waiting for, the everlasting promise we are searching for, are the flowers that bloom in longing, blooming in the humble dust.
The traces of time are the exquisite poems that remain in the vicissitudes of life. In the world of mortals, the feelings are too gorgeously whitewashed. In the end, your name will only become a mark in my life and a memory. The contours are wounds carved with tears. In the dream, I lingered on my heartache. In the lonely space, I looked around, remembering the past and holding onto my infatuated heart.
Because I couldn't let go, I still stood at the intersection where we first met and watched the flowers bloom and fall, year after year. Because it’s hard to let go, I can’t let go of the thoughts in my heart. Can the vow you gave me still be fulfilled?
The fate of passing by is a beautiful fragment in my life. The lingering fragrance is destined to be a lonely and sorrowful one. I was promised a prosperous life, loved forever, but was extremely hurt. The love is deep and deep, and there is no trace of happiness in the fireworks that spread over the world. Suddenly, when I look back, everything disappears into the air and becomes a shadow. Stranded thoughts, fleeting years have pulled out the cocoon of longing, a heartbreak, the ending, and no words, heart, moisture, love, withered, you, turned around and walked by, my tears fell in the torrential rain, overflowing with emotion. embankment.
In the vast night, the wind is getting colder, leaving people in tears, drunk in the distant pain, loneliness is like a desolate song, longing is like a roll, and silk is woven into mourning. The love of a lifetime, the sigh of a pulse, where the dream falls, the fragrance is gone, the fireworks are emaciated, hold on to a wisp of infatuation, and carefully read the unfinished love in the world, longing is the prosperity of dancing alone, in the withering noise, who misses whom deeply expectations?
A confused heart is dyed with sad rhymes. Under the bodhi tree, I pray for the reincarnation of fate. By the broken bridge, the peach color remains the same. I sing a heartfelt song to whom can I listen? Time is passing by, and the attachment in my heart is scattered. The flowers have fallen, but the love is still there. I miss you endlessly. I have been apart for many years. I would rather read you for three lifetimes without feeling tired. The romance of romance is like the passing of the past. In the purgatory of words, there is only a trace of beauty that cannot be blocked.
The faint words are engraved with silent wounds, the words are blurred, the lines are melancholy, the cold emotions, the faint fragrance caressing the strings, the meaning is difficult to let go, the love is difficult to let go. A heart, a blue sky, and in the passing years, my lonely emotions are connected with each other's heartbeats, quietly guarding the marriage that lasted forever, and became weaker and weaker. After so many years, my eyes are still stable, looking for you and waiting for you among the pavilions and pavilions, on the desert shore of the mountain village. You are the unsolvable mystery in my life. When the time of youth is gone, the shadows are drifting, and the withered wind and moon are left in the dust, withered and desolate.
In the world of mortals, people come and go, and past encounters gradually lose their color and warmth in the floating light of the world. The shadows turn yellow, dusk clouds pass by, and the singing of the moonlight collapses. The candle shadows shed tears, and the wind turns cold, cutting off the dense ammonia back. The haze of the years has moistened the flowers in the mirror. I sorted out the messy past events, and my thoughts were filled with sadness. I wonder why they gathered and dispersed, leaving me waiting for thousands of years in the vast sea of ??people?
It is difficult to let go of the past, the pain of farewell is mixed with joy and sorrow, and I lament that there are too many games in life. Love and hate are intertwined, and lovesickness blocks the road of dependence, half cold and half warm. The time is quiet, the moon is on the willow branches, and the night is with you. People come, but they turn around and gradually go away.
Thoughts on the past events that have turned into clouds and smoke (V):
The past events have turned into clouds and smoke, and the prosperity of the world is intoxicating. At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone, not asking for results, not asking for companionship, not asking for past possessions, not even asking for love for me, not asking for meeting you in the most beautiful years!
The past has faded away, and I don’t know when there will be another Zixia. I think only by forgetting you can I free myself from myself.
It’s useless to say goodbye to your ex. Remember that the best thing is what you have at this moment. The days to come are brand new. Don’t look back. The past is just a cloud of smoke. It’s over. Yes, tell yourself! Don't miss it! Useless!
Thoughts on the Past and the Past (6):
What happened yesterday has become a passing cloud. All the true and false feelings, inside and outside the drama, have passed. In this mortal world, true love is hard to find!
The collision of heart and heart, the blending of spirit and flesh, the entanglement of love and hate, the cleansing of resentment and regret.
When you truly calm down, there is nothing to let go of! It's past, - let it be.
The key is that life has to go on, and I will still be reminded of certain times and scenes, and my mood will still be unable to calm down.
The more chaotic people's minds are, the more they fear troubles.
I'm already very annoyed and upset, and I want to add fuel to the fire. I wish I could pour a basin of cold water on it to cool my heart down!
Thoughts on the past events that have turned into clouds and smoke (7):
The past events have turned into clouds and smoke, and the prosperity of the world is intoxicating.
Drinking makes you feel comfortable. Only by drinking too much can you not think about anything. The past is gone. Your happiness is what I hope for most at the moment.
The past has faded away, but only remember to laugh in the present and live out your true self.
Thoughts on the past and the past (8):
Who is whose past? Who is who and who is passing by?
I don’t understand what’s going on. I always want to escape from many things. It seems that I am no longer the person who dares to face everything. Became much more cowardly. Or, there is too much fear, which has consumed too much of my courage. Some people say how did you become like this? You are definitely not the sister I know well. Looking in the mirror, I started to feel confused. Have I really changed? Had I changed beyond recognition in just a few months?
This terrifies me. Because I like the old me too much.
New melancholy was added to the already poor mood. Summer. Very boring. I still like to close the windows and block the doors.
Am I really not careful and have become the person in the cage?
Who is it again? Putting too much brilliance on the outside of the cage. It makes my lonely heart even more miserable.
Weekend time. It should be simpler. I chose to get out of the cage and look at the clear night sky. In fact, nothing happened. It's all just a dream. Just like the busy world, it suddenly stops and time takes a nap. When I opened my eyes, everything was as usual. It's just business as usual, it's not what it was like in the beginning.