"On every side of life, there are beautiful scenery."
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Original: The edge of life
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rite
There should be a ceremony of parting.
No ceremony, no parting.
But if there should be a ritual for parting, what kind of ritual should it be given?
In "Eight and Six Sons", Qin Guan gave an excellent example to future generations:
Leaning on the dangerous pavilion, hating like a herb, and surviving to the end. After reciting the farewell of the willow outside the green skull, the red song at the water's edge was clear and clear, and he was shocked.
Gratuitous day and Lou Ting. The night moon is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is ten miles of tenderness. How to be happy, the joy gradually follows the flowing water. The sound of the strings is broken, the green silk fragrance is reduced, the pieces of flying flowers are late, and the rain is misty and sunny. As the pins were condensed, the yellow oriole chirped several times.
02
Dark shock
Away from the grass on the original, one year old and one withered away.
Yerba Buena has brought countless inspirations to poets, but also carried too many different emotions.
Sometimes it's joy, sometimes it's the opposite.
Hate is like a herb, and it is still alive.
Hate, what hate, what hate?
Nature is a grudge.
Hate and can't send that.
Hate and can't be happy with that kind of pain.
Hate and can't be painful and fast, and can't be painful and fast.
Only such hatred will be like a herb, withering after glory and glory after withering.
Endless.
Endless herbs may be able to relax, but endless hatred is enough to drive anyone crazy.
The reason for the madness is not only that the hatred is endless, but also that this endless hatred will repeatedly turn back time and make the past scenes reappear over and over again.
Willow outside the green skull, red by the water' edge.
The willows are green and the red is like fire.
What a strong picture.
So intense that it's shocking at first glance.
Not to mention the countless times to look back.
Countless times I had to look back, and I couldn't forget it.
The fiery red robe burned the eyes of the looking back again and again.
Burned the soul of the looking back.
But there was nothing he could do, he could only let himself be frightened again and again.
It is right to be shocked, and it is also right to be shocked.
Not shy, not frightened, sorry for the green willow color.
I'm even more sorry for the fiery red robe.
Doomed, in the doom.
03
Pin condensation
Gratuitous day and Lou Ting.
Why did Heaven make that person's face so beautiful that it caused people to miss it incessantly?
The night moon is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is ten miles of tenderness.
Wonderful times are always too short, regardless of whether such times occur in reality or in dreams.
How to be happy, the joy gradually follows the flowing water.
Just as the heavenly generals could not be born so beautifully, they could not help the fact that they were drifting away day by day.
The sound of the strings is broken, the green silk fragrance is reduced, the pieces of flying flowers are late, and the rain is misty and sunny.
Spring is going far away day by day.
Like those shared times, day by day drifted apart.
Flowers flew down the branches one by one, and the drizzle was misty and misty, enveloping the heavens and the earth.
At this time, there is no spring or summer, just like the anxiety in people's hearts that cannot be placed.
Only dazed and dazed.
As the pins were condensed, the yellow oriole chirped several times.
Why do yellow orioles cry at this time?
Is it because it is impossible to see the protagonist's sadness, or is it because it is gratuitous and adds wisps of sadness to the protagonist's misery?
Or is it that the yellow oriole who sees all this, the yellow oriole who has been sad about the departure of spring, but only has pity for the disease, and in the protagonist's situation, sees himself?
04
In the robbery
"Eighty-Six Sons" ends with several cries of the Yellow Oriole.
But the voice of the yellow oriole does not end with the end of the lyrics.
It will continue to reverberate in the reader's ears.
We don't know why the protagonist in the song is separated from his sweetheart, whether it is voluntary or necessary.
There is no explanation of the reason, leaving a lot of room for the reader to think for himself.
We can separate this paragraph into any story.
The people of the past, the people of the present.
People around you, even yourself.
Parting, you should not ask the reason.
Acacia, should not say the length.
How beautiful the dream of the night moon was once, how tender the spring wind was ten miles, and how unforgettable it is now.
And the unforgettable scene of separation.
Just right for decorating the parting of the vastness.
Scenes that are not extremely colorful are not enough to express the full swing of acacia.
Just like the time when holding hands was in full swing.
Perhaps the love between him and her, just as his love for her, would burn vigorously before it could be truly engraved in the depths of his soul.
That was his fate, and it was also his robbery.
Doomed.
Life Jun said
"Acacia, willow outside the green skull, waterside red."