A dream such as the ring of Xi Xi Cheng Jue's emotional beauty
A dream such as the ring of Xi Xi Cheng Jue's emotional beauty, in daily life, emotional beauty is a lot of, because everyone experiences feelings are different, some people will be their own experience of life feelings recorded in words, the following I share a dream such as the ring of Xi Xi Cheng Jue's emotional beauty, come to learn about it.
A dream such as the ring of Xi Xi Cheng Jue's emotional beauty 1
I longed for a rain, in my dream against the flow of a curved river, and then folded a white boat with your smile, in the gentle moonlight sailing, drifting through the South of every Demoiselle of the smoky rainy years; or scrape a gust of wind, the ancient depression dismembered into the dance of the wolf's smoke, and then stacked with the desert of the bleakness of a bloody kite, all flew to my dream! To tell the story of every cool years in the northern part of the country ......
The kind of attachment that is deliberately suppressed is always hidden in the frivolous night, quietly counting the tear drops of thoughts flowing into the dream. Whenever the night caresses a corner that is covered by reality, that imaginary sentiment will spread, condensing into the silhouette of the moon in the dream, a dream like a ring, a penumbra.
Let's just attach it to the elegance once, following the footsteps of the ancients, the night parked on the Maple Bridge, parked the boat outside the city of Gusu, quietly set foot on the south of the Yangtze River. Through the eyes of Zhang Ji, to play with the Hanshan Temple next to the moonlight when the stars of the fishing fire. And then rest at night by the river rock, smoke off the sunrise, and then continue to read the next stop of the local customs. At the head of the Yellow Crane Tower to see the Phoenix Lone Cui, parrot Fangzhou, yellow swan fishing islet, clear river Jiege, Hankou slanting sun, dongting far rise, Xiaoxiang night rain, clouds dreaming of the morning sun; in Tengwang Pavilion to see the south of the Pu clouds fly, the long sky for thousands of miles, the rainbow bridge lying wave, the western mountains across the emerald green, water and sky, the water and sky color in the scroll of the sunset and the lone rushes fly together, the fishing boat and the wild geese **** song; Yueyang Tower and worry about the world, see the south pole of the dongting lake Xiaoxiang, Yangtze River north of the Witch's Gorge, the mountain west of the Baling Mountains to cool, east of Yueyang City, the world's most important city. Come to the cool air, Yueyang City, east to the frontier cliff, tasting Du Shaoling five words, Fan Xiwen two words about love, Teng Zijing hundred waste, Lv Chunyang three over must be drunk. Following the Dongting, see 800 miles of River Yue; Yangzhou, taste the thin West Lake style. Into Hangzhou, of course, to go to the West Lake. Su Causeway Spring Dawn, Pinghu Autumn Moon, Qu Yuan Wind Lotus, Broken Bridge, Willow Wave Wenying, Flower Harbor Fish Watch, Twin Peaks in the clouds, three pools and the moon, Leifeng Sunset, Nanping Evening Bells, every bit of the scenery between the lake are pulling me can not bear to let go of my feelings. Finally out of Nanjing, sighing in contempt of the six dynasties of the ancient capital of the cool old things, listening to the Qinhuai eight beautiful Lingding absolute sound.
"Jiangnan good, the scenery of the old once familiar". The dream of Jiangnan he ......
Out of the Great Wall, is the northern part of the country, right? The style of the northern part of the city should be a different world.
Horseback riding through the spring winds do not degree of the Yumen Pass, to pursue those prosperous behind the blood and tears. Along the former prosperous Silk Road, step by step approaching the legendary Loulan ancient country. Silently look at the city walls on the broken bricks in the yellow evening light gradually mottled, miles of yellow sand on the closed border building head of the sudden smoke rises up, quietly listen to the eve of the duel in the tent in the HUJI music hissing, full moon night garrison city Qiang flute sound of the sound of the soul. Strong soldiers died in battle, the general white head, the unchanging blood-colored sun witnessed the quiet turnover of generation after generation, silent accompanied by the desert for thousands of years. Then climbed Yanmen Pass, remembering the past of the iron and steel, blood-stained clothes; retrospectively once the yellow sands of the battle, drunken sands. Close your eyes and feel the tension of "fighting with the golden drums at dawn, sleeping at night with the jade saddle", the bravery of "the brave men who hunger for the meat of the captives, laughing at the blood of the Huns", the ambition of "donating one's life to the national disaster, and dying as if they were home", and the determination of the "brave men who hunger for the meat of the captives, laughing at the blood of the Huns". The heroism of "donate one's life to the national disaster, and die as if returning", the tragedy of "wanting to ride the light horse, but the snow is full of bow and sword", the helplessness of "don't talk about the feudal lords, but a general's success is ten thousand bones withered", the sadness of "pitifully the bones by the river of Wuding, and the dream of a woman in the spring", and the sadness of "the man in the dream of a woman in the spring". The sadness of "people", so that the overflow of tears dripping in the desert full of blood and tears, gradually into this can not be erased in the vicissitudes of life.
I've always had the luxury of seeing the snow in the north of Serbia, "six out of the sky from the guest, where the four fields do not fly snow", miles of rivers and mountains in a piece of silver, "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms".
Dreams of the trip to the north of Serbia, but also in the end can only be stranded in the dream.
The dream woke up, the dream is broken, there is no longer Wu murmuring, there is no longer a big wave of sand.
That wipe pure as a lotus sentiment, but also in the blue sky by the protracted sadness of the wind dried into a regret, in the evening wind tearing the heart pillow blood-colored falling photos, fell into the wilderness of a certain year and a certain month,......
Whenever the night is quiet, that kind of loss will be surging up to the heart. In that instant, I seemed to have become a child without dreams.
A dream like a ring of yu yu xi cheng jue's 'emotional beauty 2
love can fragrance years can warm the rest of the life of the emotional beauty
an inch of quiet beauty of the light of day, a story of deep love, a song of love songs, a cut of the red dust of the past, the mountains and rivers have love, the wind has the intention of the brow of the warmth of the heart of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love of the love, can be fragrant years can be warmed the rest of the life of the.
The dark night stained the world, moonlight gift joy, welcome the spring wind, invite the moon, laugh at the rivers and lakes, with you drunk, starlight silence, summer night long love, dream awake, dawn, trekking, to see you, the stars fall into the brow, flickering thoughts, flowers fall do not know who, love deep do not know where to return.
When we first met, we sketched you out in our hearts, and then we met again, and it was already a dreamer we couldn't forget. Shallow memory of the time, deep memory of Izzy, *** a que breeze, blowing coolness, *** a curtain of beads, isolating the past, from this day onwards, to stick to your hand, from the green threads to the gray hairs, the most beautiful vows, with a lifetime of practice, you said to stay with me for a long time, and I would like to warm you up for the rest of your life.
The search for love in your heart, step through the wind and waves, over the obstacles, over the mountains, before you come to you with deep affection, give you a pool of joy, promise you a world of love, a smile to the city, a word of love, drunkenness at night, obsessed with the world's pyrotechnics, in love with the world of the traffic, the lights, the streets are bustling with prosperity.
Back then, I was just a seed, now I am a flower, who promised me a lifetime of joy, who brought me a world of prosperity, floating life, if the dream, but is a short-lived happiness, who played all the lovesickness, no ties, still in the hope that a period of love, put down, turn around, will be the heartache, determined.
The road of a lifetime is too long, to see the unseen scenery, meet the unmet lover, hit the unmet happy everyone, talk about the love, live the rest of the life, like a lonely boat, waiting for the host, a thousand sails, stranded or banished, are subject to their own heart.
The past, in the light of the years, a scene in front of us, the future, I do not know the depth of the bay, a lamp, hanging on the wall, illuminating the rest of your life, from the long song of warmth to the floating life, running to the starry field with you, and you *** degree of the night, listen to the wind to note the wind, listen to the rain and happy to rain, away from the spring, full of heart is yours.
Who can cut the shadow of time in the fine light of day, who can count the stars in the sky in the vast starry river, turn around, parting, backpack, out of the half-body, come back, the love for you, has been overflowing with the vicissitudes of the sea and the world, the tears of the departed, it is sadness, sadness, sadness, coolness, injury, contains a thousand flavors and ten thousand helplessness.
The most beautiful encounter is the encounter of the heart, warming up the whole world, the long-lasting love, is the promise of a thousand years of hands, is the rest of the long-distance companionship, is a lifetime of waiting, is the oath of gray hair, the rest of the life is so long, I wish you have walked through the scenery, unfinished are all joy.
Through the mountains and rivers, the world is not hurt, the spring wind blowing cool flowers, the vicissitudes of buried in the dust, quietly watching the sunset, cut listening to the wind, look at the mountains and rivers, look at the vast earth, listen to the rain, listen to the rain hit the flower umbrella, hand in hand, they will be rushed through the wind and rain, go down, until the end of life, love, they will be righteously love, any change of things, the heart is unchanged.
Shear the flowers of the years, paved the way when you come, any thoughts into the city, can not stay in a flash of splendor, a beautiful scene of clouds and water, a sound breakthrough in the heart of the cry, the color of the moon like a line of poetry, words and phrases move the heartstrings, a poem of the red dust, written out of the sadness and joy, written out of the cause of the fate of the fall, written out of the paper, written out of the short, written out of the lingering sadness.
Boil a pot of tea, brew a cup of wine, pay tribute to the long goodbye reunion, thoughts of thick, deep roots of love, an encounter, a happy, drink wine, long happy, the years do not take away the deep love.
The years have been a blur, and the world has been a busy place, and the rain has fallen, and the love of the world has been a blessing, and the love of the world has been a blessing, and the love of the world has been a blessing.
Once a night is love, a song is a word is love, a tea and a wine are drunk, a flower and a tree are lonely, a thousand years to wait for a time to see each other, wait until the sea is exhausted, wait until the mulberry fields are desolate, wait until the mountains are not pronged, wait until the merger of heaven and earth, a period of time will never change the heart of the feelings of the destined destiny of this life, the only beauty of the years, the time of the amazing.
All things in the world, this is sufficient, everything is the refraction of the heart, when I began the journey of love, from the heart, to reach your heart, the love is thick cloud began to fade, a flower thank you, a leaf fall, is the rain of the summer night, rampant wind, is the light of the time dozens of years is still a few deep love, or tears sprinkled with dust, the love of the flowers withered.
The song is over, the night is cool, the hearts of the people can be afraid, pleasantries a few times, the autumn leaves have fallen, such as love walkers, in the love of the road to look down on the wind and clouds change, body to observe the warmth and coldness of your inner world, to give you the most attentive care.
The melody of the heartbeat, the confession of love, a love song, are symbolized by love, little by little is joy, thousands of strands of affection, the intersection of two souls, no waves, but there is warmth, no scars, but there is joy, no fatigue, but there is poetry.
The breeze is just right, the love is thick, into your heart of the road is so spacious and bright, thanks to the time passer, the favor of heaven, let me save enough deep love, save enough love, love you, is my life is the most righteous and unresisting, but also the most fortunate gift of this life.
The world is unpredictable, but seek life into a light breeze, a smile, meet is the most beautiful start, life has reunion and sadness, the bottom of the sea moon can not be salvaged, but the sweetheart is the person in front of us, it will be enough, the spring we plowed the flowers, the summer night we chased after the stars, but hi time is long, I and you towards the end of the day, from the green silk to the white hair.
Years like water, can not bear to see the falling flowers withered, can not bear to see the sunset sinking, waved his hand to say goodbye, too painful, turn around and leave, too difficult, beautiful spring, there are thousands of thousands of flowers, flowers fall, love end, the rest is only deep pity, who has loved in the spring, who fluttered his eyebrows and wrote a world of love.
The past life and this life, are destined, you will always be irreplaceable in my heart, will always be my only companion in this life, my love resides in your heart, it is fixed into forever, once upon a time the love road is long, we run for love, once upon a time the story is very beautiful, love is very romantic, once upon a time love is a lifetime generation of a pair of people, once upon a time love is to hold the hand of his son to grow old with his son, to the present day, love is to go through the wind and weather, hand in hand to look at the The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world and the people in it.
Fusion and dispersion, uncertainty is the norm on earth, open your heart, embrace you, years and years, day and night, as always, love you, gallop in the love road, and you dust for companionship, listen to your heart, with you a long and thin stream, love each other for a thousand years.
In front of the flowers, listen to your heart, the past with the wind, a pot of wine, the world of despair, a cup of tea, to comfort the thoughts of the lonely moon still guarding the sky, the mountains and rivers are still the same, time and time again.
The setting sun dyed red sky, drunkenness does not know where to go, gathering and dispersing sometimes, you leave, the sky is dark, all the stars follow you, all things have feelings, not in vain to come to this world to walk a time.
The rest of his life, there is no way to say endless deep long, love, there is no end to the sadness and joy of guessing, originally thought that the parting of the ways is the fate of the end, and then the encounter so that all the love of the ashes resurrected, so that miss no regrets, all the water and thousands of mountains are love, the end of the prosperity, with the old gentleman, the years of the flow of water, with the king of the joy.
A person's solitude, is the love has not arrived, is the summer night has been sleeping, is the sky has not cleared, is the flower is not all open, Shaohua has been exhausted, smoke and clouds have been dispersed, the frost and snow has been cold, the initial heart has been changed, is the age of the unforgiving poor pursuit, is the love is not slow to rejoice in the unharmed, is the life of a sad and joyful swagger rivers and lakes.
Margins come and go as floating clouds drift apart, one in your heart, one in the eyebrow, the initial heart, the deepest love, the longest night, as well as the most lonely waiting, a few times the flowers bloomed, a few rounds of flowers thank you, before waiting for you, love is a cultivation, meet is a destiny, with each other, there is a cloud of Zen heart of the soft, there is a warmth of the sunrise on the western mountains, everything in the world is charming, from the bloom to the withered silence, from the tender to the decisive.
Years is a piece of tenderness spliced into the warmth, love is a petal a petal of poetry blossomed into the beauty of the banishment of their own hearts, wandering, home, landscape, heaven and earth look at the end of the world, the road is far away, luxuriant grasses bloom all over the heart of a plant, will always be the most beautiful of the world of a splash of vermilion, to be the warmth of the world in the spring, the dream woke up, the moon is soft, the wind is coming, the fragrance of the flowers.