A few rain, a few rolls of spring wind, Jiangnan has long been smoke and water confused. The first time I saw this, I realized that we had each turned a different corner.
The time is cool, that a distant past by the spring water 澿 bubble, the breeze blowing, has long been washed away the lead, clear absolutely clean. Thought to have experienced a life of hasty gathering and dispersal, tasted the world all kinds of fireworks, should bear the vicissitudes of the years to bring us, but the years are clearly safe and sound, and rocks and grasses are so unharmed. Just once promised the city of the end of the world, in the sunshine more and more thin thin, plum fried tea, or the flavor of the year, and we wait for the person, will not come again.
I still remember the afternoon of the encounter, remember the joyful park, remember the warmth of the company, and the charming spring light of that year. How I do not want, let you alone in the sea of people floating, how do not want, you walk through the stormy hours alone, how do not want, let you alone to bear the cruelty of the world. However, fate is too humorous, so that people who love are silent, even if a whole universe for a red bean, you said the sentence goodbye, is still my heaviest attachment.
Finally understand that some road can only be walked alone. Those who invite good companions, together with the rainy season, walk through the years, but one day will eventually be separated in a ferry. The red dust strangers, walking alone, green roses brushed over the lapel, green clouds wet promise. The mountains and the water can be forgotten, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
If you can, please let me advance a period of time as a lotus, even if the future doubled the repayment. I'm not complaining that this time is cruel, not complaining that this distance is abrasive. I don't blame the promises that have become empty, and I don't blame the love that has hurt me. Just want to devoutly thank, a certain year, a certain day, so that I met you, and you give me that section of the picturesque once.
On Mangshan Mountain, there are many peony gardens, a flower event, a day of revelry. First to the National Peony Garden, a lot of warm and colorful peonies, like scarlet light clouds, the heart was immediately lit by it. I just said that my cell phone had bad pixels and I could no longer take pictures of the flowers, but I couldn't help but collect and save the strong and passionate peonies one by one. Many foreign tourists came to see peony for the first time. Some people looked at a tall white king lion and wondered, "Is this the king of peony of the millennium? No, it is not. The King of Peony of the Millennium is "Fengdanbai". In front of the "King of Peony of the Millennium", some people wondered, "Is this peony a thousand years old? No, it just has 1600 years of genes. I temporarily acted as a tour guide, explaining my knowledge of peony to the tourists.
In the afternoon, there was a piece of cloud, and the rain sprinkled down, "the wind and the rain do not need to return", so I left it alone and went on to the next spot to see the flowers.
The International Peony Garden is beautiful and charming. In the evening, the rain was more prevalent, and the white king lion seemed to be a bit tired, quietly closing the buds, and the Fengdan white was more elegant and charming. With an umbrella, in the rain, there are only peonies and me. Cut, cut, cut, peony and rain in the whispering, what to say, can not hear, maybe it is a long time lovers, tell each other their feelings. At night, the crowd dispersed, and the garden was full of peonies, will there be a peony fairy in this secluded garden, with a cloudy dress and lotus steps, flowing fragrance everywhere. Or perhaps a thousand-year-old white fox, sheltering from the rain under my umbrella. There are many ancient tombs on Mangshan Mountain, and those emperors, generals and literati may come to visit the peony.
When I stayed at Mangshan, the rain hit the glass and steel tiles outside the window, and it snapped, and the smoke rolled around, and the ancient people were dressed in gorgeous costumes, and the peony fairies were fluttering with their shirts, and they were all disturbed and messed up in their dreams.
On the second day, Mengjin line continued, from Mangshan to Mengjin Weipo Village, Ming and Qing Dynasty ancient houses, pits, deep courtyards, peonies blossomed, pomegranate trees just spit out new green. In the evening, the countryside is like a picture, about a few friends, in the village at the entrance of the farmhouse, wild vegetables pancakes jiaojiao garlic, with some cozy words, long refused to go away. My hometown, just two miles from Wei Po Liu Zhai, mother called, what time to home? Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow. Tonight, and hosted Wei Po ancient village, and those Ming and Qing dynasty ancient residence, to a dialog.
And friends with the couch night talk to late at night, the next day, but woke up early, pushed open the window, behind the room is a wheat field and peony field, all green and green. Downstairs to the yard, is a friend planted a few puddles of leeks and cilantro, a cherry tree in the yard, the sunny side, cherry half red, just like the beauty of the jade face, lightly tinted with light Xia. Open the door to the courtyard, the distant peaks of the picturesque, "green hills outside the slanting".
Not far away, there is a large field of peonies, and some farmers got up early, pulled out the weeds in the field, and pinched the peonies when they saw them in blossom. The farmers told me that all the peony seeds and seedlings are only single-layer "Fengdan white", which grows up to three years, and then grafted, so that there can be colorful peony seedlings of various colors. From seedling to sale, in order to let the seedlings save up their strength, the blossoms are pinched off every year. Looking at the watery blossoms in the flower farmer's arms and liking them so much, I tentatively asked her if I could have them, "Here!" Big big light pink deep red, in a moment flooded my arms ......
This April, did not drink, how some slightly drunk? Farmers give with those flowers and beautiful, is surging into my heart.
From Luoyang City to Mengjin Liuzhai, but also more than 20 miles, riding an electric car, stop and go, is the third day. Don't be in a hurry, "Stranger flowers bloom slowly return", even if the return date is wrong, but also in this flavorful Luoyang spring, savor the beauty, intoxicated once.
Stranger flowers bloom, slowly return to the prose 3
A very old love story, and then Wudi sung how many years ......
Stranger flowers bloom, can slowly return to carry forward
That ink through the paper, through the years. The bright spring seems to be sealed together
There is no oath of the sea, just a word of advice, greetings, go enough in the millennium after the time is not stained with dust
It turns out that there is no need for what parting of the life and death, just a sentence, but also enough to make you in the season of the spring flowers weeping tears.
On the evil, I want to know with you, long life without absolute decline, mountain without prism, the river for the exhaustion, winter thunder vibration, summer rain and snow, heaven and earth together, but dare to go with you to the end.
The oath is still in the ear, but the man has left, leaving those dry words, in the autumn wind shrinking, trembling.
Those yellowed photos have no meaning, can not prove that you love the traces, can not bear the burden of your memories, will eventually rot in time. But you are still longing for it, longing for those false and ridiculous vows. Don't believe in what the days are long, those are coaxing XXX lies.
Leaving not only Li Yi, when he wrote "rain Yan double flight" of the man, not the same into the spring rain, a go no return.
You are not Xishi, never aspire to live in seclusion with Fan Li, **** the love of the West Lake.
Perhaps there are times when you need is not what touching sweet words, just a gentle exhortation, fine and unheard of, but there is enough power to travel through time, escape the bonds of life and death.
Everyone's definition of love is different, everyone's pursuit of happiness is not the same. But as long as you have the patience to wait for a tree to bloom, you can definitely see the love and happiness that is slowly returning to the distance ......
Stranger flowers bloom, slowly return to the prose 4
Being in the season of beautiful flowers, especially easy to remember some of the most beautiful poems. Today lingers in the heart is a sentence: stranger flowers bloom, can slowly return to carry on. This language from the king of Wu Yue, will feel the significance of extraordinary. It is not that the king of Wu Yue how heroic, but a king to Mrs. actually so deep love, can not help but call people touched.
The most important thing to remember is that the king's love for his wife is not only his love for him, but also his love for his son. From ancient times to the present, the most moving is always a love word. If the king of Wuyue, Qian is a man with little love, abandoning his wife, even if he establishes a thousand years of work, he will still be reviled. On the other hand, Mrs. Zhuang Mu's . . deep love can also win the people's love, which is still helpful for him to govern Wu-Yue. Of course, a person's deep love for another person cannot be faked, and even if it is faked, it cannot be faked for a lifetime. Only true love, can say "stranger flowers bloom, can slowly return to carry on" words.
For Mrs. Zhuang Mu, perhaps not to care about a dynasty of noble, but fortunate to be able to get a deep love of people, accompanied by a lifetime. When she read these nine words, tears could not stop falling. Yes, it is true love that can move people the most. The king of Wu Yue did not forget Mrs. Zhuang Mu just because she returned to her mother's home for a period of time, but wrote such a down-to-earth, warm and affectionate letter. As a woman, to be able to have such deep love from her husband is really the greatest happiness of her life.
Stranger flowers bloom, can slowly return. In April, above the strata, flowers red and green, countless people to enjoy the flowers. Those who travel with you hand in hand ****, is a ride together, or all the way along? Gathering and dispersing bitter rush, this hate endless. Life is uncertain, gathering and dispersing indefinitely, how much hate?
This year's flower is better than last year's red, but unfortunately next year's flower is better, know with whom? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. The flowers bloomed again, no one can hand in hand to enjoy the flowers, will lose the fun. The flowers in the eyes as nothing, the spring breeze stirred up a full of thoughts. Will someone also say to you a "stranger flowers bloom, can slowly return to carry on"? A full of poetic thoughts, then in the bottom of the heart stupid, in the heart of the pathway, blooming flowers. I would like to return to the nature to graze my heart in the spring when the flowers are blooming.
Carrying a simple bag, I returned to my mother's house in the countryside for a few days. Walking in the green grass and flowers on the countryside, watching the bees and butterflies dance, green mountains and clouds, listening to the spring water tinkling, insects and birds chirping, it is a poetic and cozy thing. This world even if there is a thousand love, ten thousand love are not equal to this sentence of ancient colorful name.
Only one sentence, but contains thoughts, instructions, respect, love and compassion. The full-blooded love is written in such a poetic way, and it's very exciting. How can this not tantalize the heart and whisper? I really want to, carrying this sentence, walking alone in the countryside on the road, slow down their own pace, leaving behind the noise of the world, so that their own minds like quiet flowers on the street, simple and natural, so that their feet stained with the breath of the soil, and return to the original.
March style stranger flowers, I think this stranger flowers only for people who understand her open it. I am glad that the flavor of the stranger's flowers, and slowly return to the mood, I am able to understand and comprehend one of them. Although the plateau of March, is still freezing, killing withered barren, but my heart of the Stranger has been in this sentence of the ages, flowers and willows, a beautiful purple and red. Come on, dear you, let us drape a shoulder "March style", pick a bunch of "stranger flowers", in the crisscrossing of the pathway, slowly return, slowly return ....... As if there is a long century so long did not let me a long time can not slow down! Ancient Wu Yue Wang wrote a letter to his wife wrote: "Stranger flowers bloom, can slowly return to carry on," just nine words but contains his wife's infinite miss, but also so sensational words! Flowers bloom on the field, Mrs. can enjoy while slowly back. Look at my heart are soft, tears, sitting do not want to move, the mind in the past slowly taste all kinds of.
Graduation in the blink of an eye are two years, leaving the school for a long time, still miss the past life, and can not return to the memories! It seems that their own kind of little girl feelings are still in, like reading novels, like youth idol bubble drama, see handsome man on the make obsession, do not avoid anyone. Recently, the writer Gu Man's novel "Weiwei smile is pouring city" remade into a TV series hit, I also became one of the members of the drama every day, every day, hands away from the phone, see the main man, the heroine on the infatuation, the cell phone screenshot non-stop just want to keep them together with the beauty of the moment, the beauty of the scene! My mind still remembers the scene when they first met under the willow tree by the bridge! Looking at it, I was wondering if I would meet him one day, also in this scene, wearing a white shirt appeared in front of my eyes, let me heart!
I stood in front of the old car, long speechless.
How long have I not ridden it, five years, six years. Even I can't remember a bit.
If I hadn't suddenly remembered, it would still be in this dark garage, sleeping soundly every year.
The wind blew the fragrance of magnolia, not a moment but stopped, no sound; butterflies dance clear shadow, not a moment but hidden in the flowers, no different. They are also the same as me, stretch out your hand, but seems to look up to heaven, do not dare to touch, for fear of disturbing it, shattered its dreams. Silence for a long time, or gently push it out, rubbing carefully, beams have long been mottled old, seat stool is also full of dust. Bring a towel, tiptoe wipe. Under the dazzling sun, the warm orange body seems to be paced with a layer of golden light.
"Mom, I want the orange one."
"Why? Blue looks better."
"Orange is better, it warms my heart." I retorted loudly, the tender childish voice echoed, my mother arched her eyebrows, took my hand and should be.
The car has been a little small, ride on the squeaky, but the hands are rusty do not know where to put, like a young boy for the first time to express their ignorance of love, no rules and regulations, eagerly looking forward to.
After fiddling for a while, I finally found a bit of familiarity, shaking the handlebars and slowly moving forward. The wind is whistling in the ears, the faster you ride, the more you let go of your arms, and feel the recklessness and arrogance of youth.
Memories come like a tidal wave, a sadness under the heart.
Just bought a few days, I rejoice tight, day and night night practice, hope to learn as soon as possible, so that they can travel all over the world. But the world where there is an overnight thing it, unloaded two rear wheels, like a broken wing of the lonely bird, fell to the ground. The mother did not come to help me, let me tears condensed in the eyelashes, let the marble cut open the knee long mouth, blood flow, she just looked at the side, watched.
Waiting for a while, see the mother really did not intend to help me up, flat mouth, take back the tears, looking at her grumbling, climbed up from the ground by himself, she whisked her sleeve away. I was once regarded as a treasure, but now it is discarded like a piece of trash.
That night, my mother took the cotton to give me medicine, legs shrinking, avoided to the corner of the bed, my mother forcefully turned over the quilt, a few pieces of their own bandages have seeped out of the bright red, the eyes throbbed, stained with alcohol cotton gently touched, full of eyes is unable to hide the desolation.
Years later, I realized that from where I fell, I have to get up from where. It was only when I was young that I didn't understand.
But now things are different, and the memories of the past are nowhere to be found.
I circled around the road, the street magnolia bloomed just right, Zhilan jade tree, red powder beauty. I stood under the tree and looked up to gaze at it.
That stirring and magnificent words lingered in my ears, the exams are also like this, there are still three months, is it still too late?
The wind caressed, the branches swayed up, withered a few petals.
Unbiased, is in the palm of the hand.
It was not too late! I push the cart and stride toward home.
The flowers on the street are in bloom. The clear sky is a few times drooping tears, the dream sea light song slowly return.
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March peach blossom full of mountains, falling Ying sprinkled ground charming eyes, light spirit charming like butterfly, gentle and chaste fame. One day and the age of the gentleman met, he was excited to introduce: peach blossom in Taoyuan, go and see it? Let your husband go with you, if he does not accompany you, I will go with you. Grateful for the years of Jun's understanding and tenderness, remembering that my husband once sent a cruel word, this year at home to practice, no longer accompany me to go out to play, I think he is not this leisure to accompany me, but, with other men to go out to play, in the sense of the reason is not to go, can only politely rejected his goodwill.
With the advent of March, the familiar sunshine again, eager to bathe in the bright sunshine for a baptism of the whole body and mind, those unhappy things behind, so that those who linger in the dream of the sea of memories one by one fade, and then precipitated in the depths of the memory of the good old days out of the sun, I don't believe that I will be easily defeated because of some setbacks. In the lightning of the hurt, suddenly remembered the founding emperor of the state of Wu Yue Ch'ien Ch'ien, his valor and good fighting I do not have much interest, on the contrary, his steel courage and tenderness, I am very much admired.
In An Yiru's "Stranger Flowers", I saw this moving love story, a king, obviously misses his consort, worried about her return to her mother's home for a long time, write a letter of condolence, but wrote such a heartwarming two sentences: "Stranger Flowers, you can slowly return to the car." This understanding of warmth is like the softest willow in March, gently stirred the loneliness of my heart, which truly love each other is so enviable: the flowers bloom in the field on the strata, you can slowly look at the flowers, do not have to rush back. So considerate, so careful, no wonder Princess Dai once received a letter to return to the metallurgical tour.
Concise and clear a few words, although not a word about longing, but hides a deep attachment: it is not that I do not miss you, but if you like to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery, I will be in the same place waiting for some time, so that you can play to your heart's content! As long as you know that there are still people at home waiting for your return, as long as you let me know that you live in peace. True love is such a generous loneliness, so unselfish that it makes people's eyes water, and so loving that it makes people linger. This is the love language of the colorful claim to a thousand years, unlimited charm and style.
Ziqian red dust in the flowers bloom like a brocade, the autumn water Lingbo across the light of the love, I can not forget the person ah, a delicate and fragile heart, how can you stand this kind of tossing, if not truly love you, love you, pity you, how can you tolerate your time and again to deceive, how can you tolerate your again and again to betrayal, softer than the spring breeze is my heart, more than the spring water is more Wanxian my love, I don't know how to make the love, I don't know how to make the love. I don't know how to let you know how I am struggling and entangled in my heart. If you can, can you also only do that the beautiful name of the gold, let me take you full of love and enough trust to go trekking, to find belong to our eternal spring.
I don't know what you're busy with at the moment, but I'm not sure what you're doing. I'm not sure what you're doing at the moment, but I'm not sure what you're doing at the moment, and I'm not sure what you're doing at the moment. That in the middle of the road to send me a message, so that I can only for him to keep about the guy where to go? Where's the guy who swore and said he'd take care of us for the rest of his life? Why do I see your sweet words everywhere? Why can I hear your love poems everywhere? In fact, I really would like to choose to trust you, believe every promise you made to me, whether it is sincere, or false, I feel acceptable, as long as you have enough reasons to make me believe that your every move is for a reason.
Treat me with deep love for you, often with a full of warmth desire to meet me, I can not forget how the first time we met, your fragile eyes carry too much pain, looking at such a heartbreaking you, I can no longer afford to say more than the word no, so step by step, fell into the vortex of love in your that I am often in the metrics of each of the footprints that we have walked every step on the measurement, review, my love, my love for you. I often measure every mark that we have walked, every step we take to measure it, to review it, whether my companionship has brought you another spring, whether my care can brush away for you to gather between the brows of a little bit of sadness. Unfortunately, you never see the various efforts I have made, the original heart like water life is always not what you want.
Stranger flowers bloom late return, why you promised the promise of repeated delays? Is the scenery on the road really so let you stay, is that a piece of mind for you to quietly guard the net can not wash your clamor of the tumultuous breath? The flowers that shed tears are so attached to you, you should only see a sea in your eyes, but you are so short-sighted that you can only see the small flowers and grasses in front of you. Love a, cry a, tired a, hurt a, I do not know I still should not wait, I only know, let you, hurt me, not let you, you are endless harm to me.
"How can I bear to see you sad for me?" This is what you said, but, you in has been in my wounds salt, know what I mind most, you are against the wind, what can I say more? In addition to the deep blessing, I have no other words want to say more, if you want, you are happy, then you continue to move forward! I continue to wait quietly in the red dust, the person who called me "strangers bloom slowly return" it!
Huile is 16 years of winter vacation, introduced by our friends with the **** to know, when we know its name and not see its person.
She, writing beautiful words, innocent and kind, understanding and considerate, silly simple, sweet lovely, I fell in love
17 years March 3 is our love anniversary
17 years March 10 she was not far away from thousands of miles to Xi'an by train to see me, the first time to hold her hand, a small, grasp very tight, feel very warm
The two I said I liked the way you laughed, and after that she always laughed at me, it was very nice
We imagined a future with a ****same family and children, a girl named Yuzu, a boy named Orange, and flowers, cats, and dogs
She cooked beautifully, and the food was very tasty
She learned to sew by hand for me, and she made a puppy named Erdouzi, and an unknown long-limbed dog, which was cute, with a single stitch I was able to make. Cute, I love every stitch
Do you believe that there will always be someone who will be in your life in the future, who will make sense of all the frustrations you've ever suffered.
We have experienced many firsts together, and each new first is a new beginning, belonging to the beginning of our
Although far away from the thousands of mountains, always take care of me very well.
Although far away from thousands of mountains, always know the cold and warm her
Although far away from thousands of mountains, always careful and considerate kindness and gentleness of her
She took care of me very well, but they are always sick, lost
She always said that they are ugly, in fact, their own the most beautiful
She is always careful, love the bombardment of the
The person who misses you from afar, please be kind to yourself
Keep your innocence and kindness, and your innocent smile
Always be like a child who loves to laugh
The rest of our lives is still a long way to go, let's walk together
Flowers blossom on the stranger's path, and return slowly
I'll continue to wait for you and then marry you, okay?