Life is the process of a tree blossoming, quietly blooming after the wind and rain.
The past is like smoke, erasing the dusty memories piled up in the heart, leaving only the deepest thoughts in the heart, the most unforgettable memories, the most concerned confidants...
Some variables in life, whether it is a charming spring or summer, or a lonely autumn and winter, is just the excitement of a season, and whether the promises spoken can be fulfilled are unknown answers. In the end, it is just a matter of one person growing old and going to the white head with deep affection.
Holding an indifferent state of mind and living peacefully with the years, using a heart that does not stir up dust to imprison one's life, why fear the troubles and noises of the world.
The most idiotic people
Butterfly Loves Flowers
Song Liuyong
Leaning on the dangerous building wind is fine,
Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
In the grass-colored smoke remnants, there is no word who will rely on the will.
Intend to get drunk on the madness figure,
To the wine as a song, strong music is still tasteless.
The belt gradually widened and finally did not regret it, and was haggard for the people of Ishwa.
The lover endures the pain of lovesickness, sings about wine, tasteless food, and people are increasingly haggard.
Life needs to fall in love with the romance at first sight, but also need the warm company of the flow of years, let go of all the burdens, go forward lightly, ordinary have the bits and pieces of life, and calmly face the ups and downs of life.
Only after going through the ups and downs and seeing through the right and wrong, will the heart become unfazed, and slowly understand that there is sorrow and joy is life, and bitterness and sweetness are life.
The most sorrow
"Yu Meiren"
Nan Tang Li Yu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past?
The small building last night and the east wind,
The homeland can't look back at the moon!
The carved fence jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed.
How much sorrow can you have?
It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
The mountains do not change, the spring goes to the autumn, the flowers blossom and fall, a little sadness, a little helplessness. The wind came, the rain went, the scenery was still there, but the people changed their faces.
Thinking more is not as good as cultivating ambition, more words are not as good as keeping quiet, and more talent is not as good as accumulating morality. As long as the time does not live up to the deep feelings, the heart will be safe and sound!
Can endure loneliness, can hold the cold, do not seek prosperity, do not fear desolation, in order to achieve their own achievements in tempering and endeavor.
The most beautiful love
"Touching the Fish and The Words of the Wild Goose Hill"
Kim Won asked
Ask the world, what is love, orthodox life and death?
The sky is south and the north are double flyers, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.
Rejoice in fun, parting from suffering, there are even more idiot children.
Junyingyou: Stratus Clouds,
A thousand mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom to go?
Hengfen Road, lonely drums, desolate smoke is still flat.
Summoning some souls, the mountain ghosts cry out in the wind and rain.
Heaven is also jealous, unbelieving, warblers swallows are yellow earth.
Eons of time, for the sake of the rioters,
Singing and drinking bitterly, visiting the goose hill.
What is love? A topic of time. Why are countless men and women intoxicated? Countless good stories parting touch the world.
Although the road of life in the future is full of thorns, it is full of sunshine and rain everywhere, firmly believing that love is kind and spiritual, and true feelings will never fade with the passage of time, but will only become deep and righteous, warm and warm.
If the heart is warm, if the heart is like the sun, there is no need to be sad, as long as you carry a love heart to go forward calmly, all the way to the sun, waiting for the flowers to bloom, the love that really belongs to us will eventually be there.
The most poignant parting
Raining Bells
Song Liuyong
The chill is miserable, the long pavilion is late, and the rain is at the beginning of the break.
Dumen tent drinking nowhere, nostalgic, Lan Zhou urged.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thoughts go, thousands of miles of smoke, twilight Shen Shen Chu Tiankuo.
Amorous parting from ancient wounds, and even more so snubbed the Autumn Festival!
Where is the wine awake tonight? Willow shore, dawn wind and moon.
This past year should be a good day and a good scene.
Even if there are a thousand styles, who to say?
Attachment is a belief, and relief is a kind of freedom. There is always a memory that cannot be erased, and there are always some stories that have no ending.
Too many expectations in exchange for too much helplessness, full of enthusiasm, and finally survived the years. When the dust settles and the prosperity is over, the beautiful myths that cast dreams are doomed to be shattered.
As long as there is love in the heart, the years will not grow old, as long as the heart is grateful, life will become fragrant and beautiful.
The most painful thoughts
"Yulou Chun Chun Hate"
Song Yanshu
Green poplar grass long pavilion road, young people throw people easy to go.
The head of the building dreamed of five more bells, and the bottom of the flower was away from the Rain in March.
Ruthless is not like amorous bitterness, an inch is still tens of millions of strands.
When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only an endless place for acacia.
Through the corridor of the seasons, put aside the thin coolness of the world, see the flowers blooming on the strange, the smoke and rain of several years, let time cross the fingertips, let the years stumble into wounds, and stain a touch of the flower fragrance of the years.
In a song of pure joy, shallow chanting and low singing, acacia is immersed. Casually looking back, the warmth of love stained the heart wall, opening a brilliant golden tulip, blooming between the eyebrows.
Let the sorrow, joy and sorrow melt the sea of hearts, engraved into a beautiful picture, the beautiful flower season of the green cage, the sustenance of the soul, in the growth of the rings, precipitated the fragrance of life.
The bitterest wine
"Su Mucha Nostalgia"
Song Fan Zhongyun
Blue clouds, yellow leaf land,
Autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and smokey.
Mountains reflect the slanting sun and receive water,
The herbs are merciless, and more outside the oblique sun.
The soul of the dark country, the remembrance of the journey,
Night and night unless, good dreams leave people to sleep.
Mingyue Building rests alone,
The wine enters the intestines and turns into tears of acacia.
Sit quietly in the corner of time and count the years. Drink a small wine to the fullest, wander among the fragrant and charming words, comb through the past, and enjoy the prosperity.
In the continuous rise of earthly fireworks, taste life. Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, sitting on the words of the incense, not sad or complaining, not abandoning, not intending to transform the bodhisattva, sitting and watching the storm rise.
Twist a wisp of sweet fragrance, embrace a touch of slanting sun, hold a long poem, and continue to write a flowing year like water.
The thinnest people
"Drunken Flower Yin"
Song Li Qingzhao
Mist thick clouds worry eternal day, Rui brain dispels the golden beast.
Festive season and heavy sun,
Jade pillow yarn kitchen, cool in the middle of the night.
After the east hedge put the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves.
Mo Dao does not lose his soul,
The curtain rolls in the west wind, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower.
A ride of wind and rain, accompanied by a trip of landscape. The veins of the palms are engraved with wordless warmth. Some understand, without words, already know.
You are me, the line of poetry I met in the spring. In the clothes of the flying clothes, there is a quiet beauty of autumn leaves. Strange, hurried footsteps, crushing the shallow joy we carry with us.
Approaching you is like walking into an autumn fairy tale. Falling autumn leaves is my small-character affection. Standing on the shore of the flowing year, the shallow pen is quiet.
The happiest thing
《Tour of Shanxi Village》
Song Lu you
Mo Xiao farmhouse lax wine, good years to stay guests foot chicken and dolphin.
Mountains and rivers are doubtful and there is no way, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright and another village.
The drum follows the spring society, and the crown is simple and ancient.
From now on, if you are idle and ride the moon, you will knock on the door at night with a staff.
Have your days, always like a song. Slaughtering chickens and slaughtering sheep, the joy of farming. The door to happiness is always open.
Write a poem of thoughts, send it to the end of the world, send it to the cape. Every corner of your glance has my affectionate gaze. Cherish and cherish the days, but may the time not be old, we will not disperse. Let me accompany you to lean on the sun and warm up, and smile to welcome every day and night.
Life is romantic in the ordinary, and people who know you know how to pay for happiness! The most beautiful vows are not as deep as the affectionate long-term companions, and the deepest love that understands you is!