The ancients had clouds, "The king was born I was not born, I was born the king is old", there are also "the king of the pearl double tears, hate not to meet when not married", it seems that at the wrong time to meet the right person, because the wood has become a boat and finally can not be kept, is the biggest regret in life.
Savor Lu You's "Plutonium Phoenix", "A sad, a few years away from the rope, wrong, wrong, wrong." ...... Although shanmeng is there, Jinshu is difficult to trust, Mo, Mo, Mo. Full of sorrow, parting from Xiao Suo, the oath is still there, there is no one in front of him, thinking of the beginning, only sighing and ignorant.
I also read Yuan Hao's "Yanqiu Ci", "Ask what is the love of the world, and teach life and death to be promised." ...... Jun should have a word, a thousand miles of stratus clouds, a thousand mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow goes to whom. This has gone thousands of miles, a single shadow, and once it was more joyful than the wings flying, but now it is more to whom to smell.
We met too late, but we fell in love deeply.
For hundreds of years, the eternal topic of love has been a puzzle that the world cannot hide from or avoid, and in such a similar way, it has touched the hearts of countless people.
"Green plum bamboo horse", "heartwarming", "mutual foam", "vow to die unswervingly", "wind and snow moon", "meet and hate late" ,...... These beautiful words and phrases describing love record everyone's memories and sorrows.
It can be seen that seeing each other and hating late is the origin of fate and helplessness.
However, is it really the worst to hate each other?
Read Naran's "Meet and Greet • Falling Flowers Like Dreams", "Falling Flowers Are Like Dreams, Musk Smoke Is Faint, and the Sunset Is Diving Down the Small Building West." Infinite sorrow, exhaustion, who knows? Idle teach the jade cage parrot to read Lang poems. The boudoir women fell into the spring, sighing that the spring flowers fell and no one appreciated, leaving the air desolate.
Everyone spends their whole life looking for themselves, followed by a partner.
When you are not you, I am not me, even if the love is deep, it may not have enough ability to hold in the hand, knowing that after encountering, it is inevitable to miss, not shallow, but the timing is not ripe, and it is still early to meet.
How many people grow and mature, is a gradual approach, gradually awaken the process, impulse is pure is the symbol of youth, premature encounter with the right person, is also wrong love. Even if it is barely done, it will inevitably end in a hurry.
Imagine that an elegant girl who can make life blossom meets a rebellious teenager who is naïve in her heart, and the trajectory of her life can be seen.
In response to that sentence, you cannot do my poems, just as I cannot do your dreams. What good is it to be reluctant?
Haruki Murakami said: I have always thought that people are slowly getting old, but in fact, they are not, people become old in an instant.
When the heart that has gone through the storm finally wants to stay for a tree or a flower, without him, it is probably to figure out what it wants, or simply feel tired, although I don't know if this is the determination after the first few rubbings, or I don't want to go on for a long time but ask for the attempt I once had, until the dust settles.
Although it is still pitiful to see each other and hate late, it is also possible to sigh when you see each other and hate it.
Even if you and I are entangled in a thousand fates, in the end we cannot resist your heart that does not want to grow up and stay, if my departure becomes an opportunity for your transformation, I am willing to become that blue bird and sacrifice your growth and happiness.
At a glance for several years, the stars have shifted, and who knows that all the meetings and hates late or see each other and hate early are not just in time. As a result, whether it is a young passerby or a late arrival, it is not vain.
Nothing can go well, but life goes on.
In the final analysis, life is the process of dependent arising and falling, and the key to doing and being virtuous is that what is done is not vain.
I remember reading a story that if the troubles can also be exchanged on the market, most people are more willing to change back to their original part. Happiness is so similar, but the troubles are different, and seeing the light in the darkness may be the so-called way to happiness.
Give a poem and encourage those who encounter this text. I only hope that every sentient person can have a heart to rely on, and the years are quiet.
Flower Language
Text/Yi Yuan
Life is a flower
Your branches are leafy
Her dark fragrance is sparse
My loneliness is self-congratulatory
His sorrow was red and green
It's all flower language
Drunk
As expected
And the line and the product
And it's a pity
Annoyance Why bother
Cherish is enough