The more I grew up, the more I liked to miss the past, open the notebook of time, and dusty memories came to my mind again.
Life is like a movie, from the beginning to the end, interpreting different plots over and over again. But even the best plot will end, and only the existence of memories makes people feel full of excitement.
Memories are always unforgettable and once touched. Whether bitter, whether mellow, whimsical, whether joyful, whimsical... Memories are a pot of tea, a pot of tea brewed with emotional boiling water: tumbling, undulating, then cooling, calming...
Naran Rongruo reminisced about the daily life with his wife in the sunset
"Huan Xi Sha Who Reads the West Wind Alone Cool"
Qing Naranjande
Who reads the west wind alone cool, Xiao Xiao yellow leaves closed the window,
Contemplate the past and stand in the sun.
Frightened by the wine Mo Spring sleep heavy, gambling books to consume the aroma of tea,
At that time, only the Tao was commonplace.
The autumn wind blows cold, the yellow leaves fly, and the lonely Nalan Rongruo stands in the sunset, missing his deceased wife. At that time, after drinking and taking a nap, the spring day was long, the boudoir gambling game, the clothes were full of tea, but it became a time that could not be returned.
Some people say that autumn, although melancholy, is extremely suitable for memories. When the trees wither, when the red light left at dusk dyes the dry grass golden, it is most likely to arouse the thoughts in the heart.
True love for someone, not in the season, really miss a person, not in the scene. Some people, some things, are worth spending their lives thinking about and remembering. Just like the dead wife to Naran Rongruo.
In the middle of the night, Chen and Yi reminisced about the night when they were young and partyed with friends
"Linjiang Xian Ye Deng Xiao Ge Reminisces About the Old Tour of Luo"
Song Chen and Yi
Reminiscing about the afternoon bridge to drink, sitting in the middle of mostly heroic.
The long ditch flows silently.
In the shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn.
For more than twenty years, it was like a dream, although this body was shocking.
Idle in the small pavilion to see the new sunshine.
How many things in ancient and modern times, fishing sang three more.
Chen and Yisheng at the turn of the two Song Dynasties, the first half of his life, the years of youyou, the second half of his life, he wandered to the south, ready to taste hardships, he recalled twenty years of leisurely years, full of emotions.
I remember drinking on the Bridge of the Afternoon Bridge when I was young, and I was mostly outstanding talents in the middle of the seat. The moonlight rushed with the water of the long ditch, and the flow was silent. Against the clear shadow of the apricot blossoms, we played the flute until dawn.
How beautiful the memory is, how hard the reality is, but no matter how sad, the good life will not come back.
Wherever you go, you should remember that the past is fake and that memory is an endless road.
In his later years, Bai Juyi missed the beauty of Jiangnan incomparably
"Memories of Jiangnan"
Don Bai Juyi
Gangnam is good, the scenery used to be familiar.
The sunrise river flowers are red and the fire is better, and the spring river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Gangnam?
Jiangnan recalls, the most memorable is Hangzhou.
In the middle of the month, yamaji looks for Katsurako, and the county pavilion pillow looks at the tide.
When will you revisit?
In his later years, Bai Juyi lived in Luoyang, and in his old age, he recalled the days he spent in Suzhou and Hangzhou in his youth, and he remembered it immensely and wrote "Three Songs of Remembering Jiangnan".
How beautiful the scenery of Gangnam is: when spring comes, the sun rises from the river, illuminating the flowers by the river redder than fire, and the turquoise water of the river is greener than the blue grass. The most beautiful thing in Jiangnan is Hangzhou, visit Tianzhu Temple to find the Guizi of the Mid-Autumn Festival, climb the county pavilion, lie on it, and enjoy the rising and falling tide of the Qiantang River.
Bai Juyi remembers Jiangnan, and he misses himself when he was a teenager! People love to reminisce when they are old, but they miss the omnipotent self of that teenager.
Yan Jidao revisited the old place and recalled the good times when he first met the singer XiaoPing
"Linjiang Immortal Dream Back Terrace High Lock"
Song Yan said a few times
After the dream, the platform is locked high, and the curtain hangs low.
Last spring when the hate came.
The falling flower people are independent, and the micro swifts fly twice.
I remember the first sight of Xiao Apple, two heavy heart words Luo Yi.
The lute strings say acacia.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and the clouds had returned.
Yan Jidao once had a good time with the singer XiaoPing, revisited the place, the beauty has passed, and only the memories are still in the heart.
I still clearly remember the first time I saw Xiao Apple, wearing a small shirt embroidered with two heavy words. Plucking the strings of the pipa dance to tell the taste of acacia, when the moonlight was so bright as jade, she returned like a beautiful cloud.
A period of fate is over, forget it! Even the best memories are yesterday. Otherwise what can you do? If you can't grasp it, let it go, like the sand in your hand, let it flow! A kite with a broken line makes it fly, it needs the sky, and you need freedom.
The tide of the Qiantang River, magnificent, has become an unforgettable memory in Pan Lang's heart
"Jiuquanzi Long Remembrance Of Guan Tide"
Song Pan Lang
Long memories watch the tide, the Manchu people compete for the river to look up.
The sea of doubts is empty, and the drums of all sides are sounding.
The tide stood up to the waves, holding the red flag flag in his hand and not getting wet.
Don't look at the dream a few times, the dream is still cold.
Pan Lang once wandered to Hangzhou, and the grandeur of the Tide of the Qiantang River has always remained in his heart, and he has not forgotten it for a long time, and after many years, when he thinks about it, he is still terrified.
I often think of the scene of watching the tide of the Qiantang River, and the people in the city rushing to look up the river. When the tide came, it was as if the sea was empty, and the tide sounded like ten thousand drums, and the sound was shocking.
How many unforgettable things people have to experience in this life, about life, about love, about magnificent scenery. All the "unforgettable" will become memories and enrich our lives. Life is beautiful because of memories.
Li Qing took care of things and thought about people, and recalled the good times spent with her husband Zhao Mingcheng
"Occasional Formation"
Song Li Qingzhao
Fifteen years ago, at the end of the flower month, Xiang Cong had given him a flower poem.
Today, the flowers and moons are similar, and and and the feelings of Ande are like in the past.
This is a lyric poem that sees things and thinks about people, and it tells the lonely heart of Li Qingzhao after the loss of her husband.
Fifteen years ago, under the moon before the flower, we went to the garden together and wrote poems about flower appreciation. Today's flowers are still the same as in previous years, but my mood is different from previous years.
Some people say that the death of a living thing is not necessarily a tragedy. It was a natural thing, and memories always warmed the heart. It is definitely better to meet it in this life than not to meet it.
Lu Jiye recalls the carefree play life of his youth
《Benshi》
Lu Jiye
I remember when I was young,
I love to talk and you love to laugh.
Once sat side by side under a peach tree,
The wind is chirping in the forest birds.
We don't know how to sleep,
How many flowers fall in the dream.
What is the most memorable thing about my youth is that carefree time.
At that time, you loved to talk, I loved to laugh, I didn't know what troubled things were, Frolicking under the peach tree, somehow, asleep, the wind in the forest Birds were chirping, the flowers in the dream, I don't know how much fell.
The most precious and carefree memory of a person is always the carefree youth time. It is like an antidote that soothes the sorrows of the years and makes the corners of our mouths smile again. It turns out that we were so happy.
If you can drink in your memories, you can do a hangover in the past.
Yesterday's sun, not drying today's clothes, don't always linger in the memories of the past, live in the past, everywhere is a knot in the heart, go forward, from now on, everywhere is good luck.
Let the breeze take away your fatigue, let the sea take away all your unhappiness, the future is far away, the rest of your life is very long, thousands of mountains and mountains we do not abandon; the rest of life is long, the future can be expected, may the years not fail you, affectionate do not bear you!