【Life is only like the first sight】
Author: Xixia Chang'an Source: Tang in the Smoke Wave
"Let's get to know each other again, this time, just be friends without emotion."
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When the sky is asleep, the fog and rain are misty and misty in the landing in this small city. They landed on the begonia flowers that had just bloomed, on the asphalt asphalt roads, on the steel buildings that had not yet been completed, in my eyes and in my heart.
Nalan Rongruo once wrote: "If life is only like the first sight, what autumn wind and sorrow paint fans." Just like when Li Qingzhao first saw Zhao Mingcheng, "and shyly walked away, leaning on the door to look back, but sniffing Qingmei." Seventeen-year-old Li Qingzhao did not foresee that Zhao Mingcheng would leave the people alone and flee in the future. A sentence "Still thinking about Xiang Yu, I refuse to cross Jiangdong." "Expressed strong dissatisfaction with her husband's behavior as a deserter. The moment of first sight is always the clearest and most unforgettable picture in memory. Like the smoke and rain in Jiangnan, the drops fell into the calm lake, and although the raindrops were chaotic, the ripples of the splash were dazzling.
"Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable." Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate. "Su Shi told his thoughts of the past ten years at the lonely grave of his late wife Wang Fu." There is a loquat tree in the garden, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it is like a pavilion. Gui Youguang looked sheepishly at the loquat tree in front of him, as if his wife had always been with him. Some people say that it is not terrible for a person to leave you, but it is terrible that everywhere you go, there will be her figure.
"The world is safe and complete, and it is not as good as it should be." The sixth Dalai Lama, Cangyang Gyatso, sat in front of the Buddha and muttered these words. He was originally an ordinary child under the Nara Mountain, but because of the trickery of fate, he became the reincarnation of the Dalai Lama, who could have been the most beautiful lover in the world, but became a puppet under the transfer of power. A thousand years ago, Tang Xuanzong, the co-lord of the world, did not protect the woman he loved deeply, and Yang Yuhuan was buried in Ma Songpo. We try to live, but only to avoid each other.
Droplets of fog and rain fell on the umbrellas of pedestrians. I walked with an umbrella in the rain, and I longed for a warm dinner ready at the table when night fell. Even when the rainstorm comes, I hope that a ray of moonlight can shine through the small window of the house and sprinkle on my heart.
But life is only like the first sight, even if we meet each other, we should not know.
About the author
Sunset Chang'an: Loves words, likes to write something and listen to music in his spare time, and dreams of becoming a monk.
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