Zhang Xingfang's series of literary works to appreciate - quietly arrived
Are you in a foreign country?
The world is so big, or lose you.
The world is so big, the only place you want to stay is next to you.
The river that calls upon you has been flowing endlessly, and I have crossed the waves a thousand times to find you. Even if you cross the ocean, even if you climb mountains and wade, even if you rain and snow, even if you cross mountains and mountains.
Have you ever remembered that the red rope of fate did not tie your and my hands because of the yin and yang, and became the frost and cold in our destiny, became the black Friday in our destiny, and became a painful day in our destiny.
The past has left us with too many vicissitudes, poor days make emotions weak and can't help the wind, but also poor you and my soul fit, hurt you and my heart.
Poverty makes all irrationality seem justified, and at the same time becomes the most reasonable excuse for all things that cannot be fulfilled.
The little song is difficult to sing, because at that time, the subtlety, shyness, and not good at expression lost the city defense that you and I carefully constructed, so that regret gave you and me a fatal blow, we fell in the uncertain move because we wanted to say it and were ashamed, missed the favor of fate, did not go to the red carpet, for this reason, the two young hearts could not afford to be sick, from then on, wandering the world, the sky was different.
The years passed, we went our separate ways, and we never met again. Each other is busy and tired because of life, cloudy and cold, bittersweet self-knowledge. The regrets of the past are never silent, like twenty years of cave storage, deeply buried and underground, dripping water, as calm as if there had never been a tsunami.
Fate really jokes, racking your brains to see people, always passing by and not seeing, people who don't want to see always appear in your field of vision like shadows, like shadows, chattering, lingering.
Many of them may be wrong, contrary to the opposite, contrary to imagination, and have become two parallel lines of life that never intersect.
Could it be that the past of frost and rain is really erased from the ventricles so easily? Was the anticipation that used to be written with a smile on the face lost because of the shyness to express it? Shouldn't you and I, who once got on the wrong ship because of our obedience to our parents, stick to the rules all our lives and not be able to break through the defense line and be reborn? Could it be that the once green leaves have become dramatic strangers because of the trickery of fate?
It is impossible, the heavens will also take care of you and me with a sharp heart, let us go through the barrier of thousands of turns of mountains and rivers, many tribulations, quietly meet, meet in the willows of spring, meet in the buds of flowers, meet in the season of birds singing, everything has no precursors, joy falls from the sky, quietly, caught off guard.
Because of such beautiful expectations, we look at each other from afar, feel sorry for each other, and look forward to the poetic day coming soon.
The song you sang can best express our hearts to each other, so that I can't get tired of listening, the blood gushes upwards, and the heart is like a deer.
I missed the most beautiful April day on earth, missed the iron promise you were looking forward to, and our story came to an abrupt end when it reached its climax.
Now that I've started over, I can't afford to miss my new life after Phoenix Nirvana.
We always expect our promise five hundred years ago before the Buddha to have an immediate effect and an immediate apparition, and for this reason. I prayed a thousand times and ten thousand times, tears flowed into rivers, the destiny of heaven has become the only comfort for you and me in this life, I believe that in the next life you and I will meet in the red candle of Lianli and Ti in the middle of the night, singing and dancing, and the joy is unbearable.
Qi Long's "Thoughts in the Rain" sang like this: Unconsciously, many years have passed, and your tenderness is still in the heart. Spring and autumn flowers blossom and thank you, I have not yet come out of the abyss of love. The remnants of colorful memories of falling leaves, happiness quietly slipped away between your fingers, still remembering the picture of your departure, sad and hard to hide the tears. Let the rain of acacia fly to the sky, leaving only the thoughts to spread over the years.
In fact, these sad songs you sing every day, seemingly careless, in fact, invisibly represent your heart, inadvertently revealing your choices, stories, dreams.
When I am alone, I will miss, I will think wildly, I will be sad, I will be sad, I will be heartbroken. Because I'm just an ordinary person, I also have seven passions and six desires. When I miss you, I always don't want to fall asleep, and I look forward to your dancing, after all, the reality is a thousand times more beautiful than the dream.
Knowing that the weak and pale thoughts, the stomach is heavy, and for many years, I still insist on it unswervingly, even if the final ending is scarred, I will not hesitate.
I'm like a person who has nothing to do, happy every day. In the eyes of outsiders, there is no sound, but endless thoughts, like a small boat that has not untied its ropes, have been silently rowed in my heart, to cross the ocean.
We have lost too much too much, since love, why not say it, why not say it?
Something is lost and never comes back. And you and I are indeed exceptions in fate. Once the long-standing accumulation of thoughts comes to the mouth of the heart, it will choke up the mouth for a while, like a fish in the throat can not say. But as long as there is such a beautiful nest in the heart, the manor full of flowers, it is not necessary to express, the heart understands, it is also enough to make each other's lives brilliant.
Knowing that you are living well in other places, I am very satisfied, your happiness is my happiness, so I do not want to easily disturb you your peaceful and waveless life, even if you miss each other, even if the disaster is gone, I only wish you the eyebrows as before, the style is as good as ever, you have me in your heart, I have you in my heart, I have you in my heart.
People always think that they will not meet when they say goodbye, and they always think that they will not miss it when they say goodbye. But a message that is suddenly related to you and me, even if it is a similar sentence, every move, is enough to make you and I cry, and those who have loved deeply can forget it.
Wen Tingjun's "More Leaky Three Songs" Cloud: Plane Tree, Three More Rain, No Way Away from Love and Suffering. A leaf leaf, a sound, the empty step drips to the light.
You know, thinking about this kind of thing, covering your mouth, it will escape from the eyes, cover your eyes, it will jump out of the ventricles, cover the ventricles and it will be seriously ill.
Little by little, I thought that with a wave of the sleeve, everything would not exist. Chapters and chapters of the story, I think that if you don't read it, time will forget all the plots. Even on the darkest days, there will be a few stars shining in the sky, and since ancient times, there is no invincible road in the sky.
As the time between the heavens and the heavens become longer and longer, the thoughts of you and me are getting deeper and deeper, more and more pure, more and more rational. I would like to find a lonely late night or a sunny morning to pour out to you and to you and to you and to you and to you.
The sound of the rain was murmuring, and I was like a wanderer living by the stream, looking at the rain curtain, full of sorrow. As long as you are good, I would rather it rain every day, always thinking that you can't come and join me because it's raining. In this way, although I deceive myself, I will be at ease.
In reality, some people are lucky enough to miss a person who can call directly; some people are more unfortunate and miss a person who can only be converted into listening to songs, drinking, walking at night, and throwing tantrums for no reason. Fate is often a matter of two people, and one person suffers in silence.
Zhang Xian's "Thousand Autumn Years" said: The sky is not old, and it is difficult to despair. The heart is like a double silk mesh, with thousands of knots.
In this life and this life, this thousand knots in my heart, only you can find the only way to open it, the secret is untold.
Editor: Gao Huafen
About the Author:
Zhang Xingfang, all-media reporter, director of the Chinese Essayists Association, senior academician of the Chinese Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, editor-in-chief of the China Calligraphy and Painting Famous Artists Interview Network, member of the Anhui Writers Association, propaganda director of the Anhui Hard Pen Calligraphers Association, deputy director of the Anhui Provincial Calligraphy and Painting Examination Center of the Palace Museum, chief editor of the Anhui Work Department of the China Public Security Literature Selection Network, vice president of the Anhui Guyuan Calligraphy and Painting Institute, executive vice president of the Wuxi Branch of the American Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, well-known writers, literary and art critics...
Long in prose, poetry, commentary, novels and non-fiction and other text creation, cooking words to cure hunger, pleasant nourishment, only for the mind to breathe freely, thoughts can take root.
His works are rich in literary style, full of emotion, quoted by the side, thick and ethereal, magnificent, relaxed, exquisite in intention, full of soul percussion and philosophical speculation, and three-dimensional beauty jumps on the paper.
Published: "Waiting for You to Return" literary works collection.
Employer: Anhui Work Department of the All-China Public Security Literature Federation "China Public Security Literature Selection Network"