Time is leisurely, like a white colt passing through the gap, unconsciously, how many years have passed? Life is long, but it is also short, and sorrow and joy are fleeting. When looking back, you can still see the way forward, and how many past events are as clear as yesterday, or have been blurred, or lost beauty, or pain that you can't forget, all kinds of tastes, gushing into your heart. But no matter what, we will never go back to the past.
The words are clear, and you can get a few degrees of pity on the spot.
Now I know that this song is rare in the world, and the art is passed on.
The past is like smoke, and the full ear kite is worth a few dollars.
——Qing Shi Weiyuan, "Picking Mulberries and Miscellaneous Memories"
The words are clear and moving, and how much appreciation and praise can you get? Ah, this song, very few people know, who passed down the masterpiece? The past is like smoke, how can you recall, the elegant and beautiful tone where there is a voice to appreciate, and what can it be worth? The sigh in my heart was unheard.
Everything in the world is changing, but the biggest change is the people in the red dust.
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 the feelings of Ande are like the past!
--Song Li Qingzhao, "Even Cheng"
The poet is unforgettable, fifteen years ago, she and her husband Jun often in front of the flower under the moon, together to enjoy the flowers, poetry, love happiness. Today, the flowers are still beautiful, the moon is still bright, it seems that it is no different from before, but no one has spent this beautiful day with him, with poetry and warmth, how can people not sigh?
The first half of Li Qingzhao's life was very happy, but the second half of his life was bumpy and difficult, lonely and lonely, and whenever he remembered the past, he was even more sad.
In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often planted and drunk.
Exhaust the plum blossoms without good intentions, win the eyes full of tears.
This year, at the end of the Cape, Xiao Xiao's two sideburns are frosted.
Look at the late wind, so you should look at the plum blossoms.
——Song Li Qingzhao, "QingPing Le Nian Nian Xueli"
I remember that in the past, whenever it snowed, I often folded plum blossoms and inserted them for fun. Later, even if the plum blossom was in hand, there was no good interest, and I rubbed the plum blossom carelessly, and I did not feel the tears rippled. This year, people in the end of the world, it is already two sideburns like frost, watching the late wind blowing plum blossoms, it is estimated that it is difficult to see its beauty. Good flowers, just like the fate of people, how to prevent the north wind from blowing tightly, the heavens are not merciful. How many tears can there be now?
When I was young, I didn't know the world, where I knew the real sorrow, I went through half my life, I tasted everything, but I was no longer like before.
The teenager does not know the taste of sorrow and loves to go upstairs.
Fall in love with the upper floor, and worry about giving new words.
And now I know all the sorrows, and I want to say goodbye.
I wanted to say that I would like to rest, but I said that it was a cool autumn.
--Song Xin Renjie, "Ugly Slave, Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall"
When he was a teenager, he did not know what sorrow and distress was, liked to climb high-rise buildings, enjoy the scenery, and pretend to be deep and pretend to be sad in order to give new words. Now I have really experienced the vicissitudes of the world, I want to say it but I have it, and finally, I say a word, it is cold, a good autumn! What's the difference between saying and not saying? One day, we will understand, in addition to seeing through, in addition to being strong, what can we do?
The past is like smoke, a person who has been wandering all his life, where is the destination?
Now I remember Jiangnan Le, when I was young and thin.
Riding a horse leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves.
Cuiping Jin bent and fell drunk into the flowers.
At this time, I saw flowers and branches, and the white head vowed not to return.
- Tang Weizhuang, "Bodhisattva Man"
Now I think of all the joys in Jiangnan, when I was young and flowing, my spring shirt was fluttering, I rode my horse, leaned against the small bridge, and the women in the building were fascinated by me. The boudoir barrier is curved, and I often sleep drunk in the flowers. This time into Shu, if I can still be like that year, I will not want to come back even if I get to The White Head. If there is no better choice, you can only go with the flow.
Time flies, but some things become clearer and clearer, becoming the brand of a lifetime.
Last year, in this door, the faces of people were peach blossoms.
People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
- Tang Cui Hu, "Title Capital City Nanzhuang"
On this day last year, in this small courtyard, the poet met a beautiful young girl. The peach blossoms are just right, and the girl's cheeks and peach blossoms shine together, which is very moving. Now, the poet has come here again, looking for the woman who has never forgotten, it is still spring, but there is no trace of her, only the peach blossom is still laughing heartlessly in the spring wind, which makes people more sad. Some people, once missed, is a lifetime, that amazing glimpse, but unforgettable.
People who are caught in thoughts are always caught up in the past.
A few times the flowers sat under the blowpipe, and the silver and red walls entered the distance.
It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is shining in the middle of the night.
Lingering thoughts exhaust the cocoon, like a heartbreak peeled banana.
In March and May of three or five years, the poor cup of wine never disappeared.
- Qing Huang Jingren, "Qi Huai"
How many times have you sat down to blow the whistle, separated from her by a wall, but as far away as the Milky Way. The stars in front of me are no longer the stars of last night, for whom am I standing in the night of the wind and dew? The lingering acacia is like a cocoon that has exhausted the silk in the abdomen, and the heart is like a peeled banana. Whenever it comes to the night of the full moon, I always borrow wine to pour sorrow, but it is even more sad!
The best years have passed in such a hurry, and some people, some emotions, can never let go.
The city's oblique sun paints horn mourning, and Shen Garden is not a restoration of the old pond platform.
The spring wave green under the sad bridge was once a shocking photo.
Forty years after the dream was broken, Shen Yuan Liu did not blow the cotton.
This body is like a mountain of soil, and it is like hanging a trace.
——Song Luyou, "Shen Yuan II"
The city reflected the remnants of the sun, the sound of the painting horn was mournful, and Shen Yuan was no longer the original appearance. What makes the poet feel sad is that the turquoise spring water under the bridge once illuminated Tang Wan's beautiful figure. Forty years have passed away, and the poet is in pain, and he can't even dream. The plum trees in Shen Garden are also as old as people, and they no longer mean to be gentle. The poet said sentimentally, I am about to die, returned to dust, but I still want to hang her, and I can't help but burst into tears.
The past is like a dream, the most frightening thing is that the dream wakes up, it is a cold reality, a ruthless world.
How can life be avoided with sorrow, and what is the limit of soul-destroying self-love!
The dream of the homeland was returned, and I felt tears in my eyes.
Tall buildings with whom? Long remember the autumn sunny hope.
The past is empty, still like a dream.
——Wudai Li Yu, "Midnight Song: How Can Life Be Avoided"
Life is always full of sorrow and hatred, and I have broken my soul! Dreaming of returning to his homeland, he woke up in tears. Who did you climb a tall building in your dream and look into the distance in the autumn sunshine? The past is empty, nothing is left, and it is like having a dream, nothingness, no hope, no tomorrow, but the heart is not numb, and the pain is deeper.
How many ambitions and ambitions, indomitable feelings, have they been realized now?
In that year, Wanli was looking for a marquis and a horse was in Liangzhou.
Where the river dreams break, the dust darkens the old mink.
Hu Wei was not extinguished, his sideburns were first autumn, and his tears were empty.
In this life, who expected, the heart is in the Tianshan Mountains, and the body is old and cangzhou.
--Song LuYou, "Appeal to Heartfelt Feelings"
When he rushed to the frontier thousands of miles away, hoping to make a meritorious achievement, he came to the border alone to defend Liangzhou. Now the ambition to defend the country can only be realized in dreams, and the mink coat that was once worn on the battlefield has been covered with dust, old and dark. He had not yet destroyed the enemy army, but his sideburns were gray, and he could only shed tears for a long time. Who could have predicted that in this life, the heart is always on the front line, but people are old in the rivers and lakes!
The past is gone forever, there are gains and losses, there are sorrows and joys, but later, they also let go one by one.
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.
——Song Chen Youyi, "LinjiangXian Ye Deng Xiao Ge Reminisces about the Old Tour of Luo"
Recalling the banquet on the noon bridge that year, all the people present were heroes Haojie. The moonlight reflected the flowing water, quietly passing, in the faint shadow of the apricot blossoms, playing the flute until dawn. More than twenty years is like a dream, looking back on the past can't help but be shocked. Leisurely climb the small pavilion and watch the new sunshine after the rain. There have been many things throughout the ages, and finally they have been sung by fishermen in the middle of the night as songs. If so, what is there to cling to?
Let go of the past, no matter how good or bad, there will be a better future.
Those who have forsaken me, do not stay on the day of yesterday,
Those who mess with my heart are troubled today.
The long wind sends autumn geese, and you can build a tall building for this.
Penglai article Jian'an bone, in the middle of the small Xie and clear hair.
Ju Huaiyi is excited and wants to fly, and wants to go up to the blue sky and catch the bright moon.
The water flowed more when the knife was cut off, and the toast was more sorrowful.
Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty distributes flat boats.
——Tang Li Bai, "Xuanzhou Xie Shuolou Farewell School Book Shuyun"
Yesterday, which abandoned me, cannot be saved, and there are many worries in my heart today. The long wind blows the geese returning to the south, so the scenery can be climbed to the tall building to drink. Your articles are as strong and fresh as Han Dynasty literature, and my poems are as fresh and beautiful as Xie Shuo's works. We are full of pride and joy, and our minds leap forward, as if we were going to soar for nine days and pick up the bright moon. Pulling out the sword, trying to cut off the flow of water, the water flowed more rapidly, borrowing wine to pour sorrow, and sorrow was even more sorrowful. Life in the world, there is always something unsatisfactory, it is better to wear your hair loose tomorrow, take a leaf boat, and drift freely on the river!
The past can never come back, and now, everything is still too late. It is better to raise your glass, toast to the past, and say goodbye to the past. Life is a series of encounters and separations, leaving good memories, letting go of the obsession in the heart, always the sky is light, the sky is open, the road ahead, there are still good-looking scenery, worthy people.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.