China culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.
Sky, fleeting clouds. Is the fire still burning? The beautiful scenery that hurts people solidifies into a thorn and sticks in your throat, which is red, swollen, inflamed and scarred. Then it became an unbearable shame. Splash of blood and tears soaked your palest soul. The floating wind gently climbed over the heavy yellow robe. Look, a smile beyond memory has no content. China culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.
You sobbed a thousand times and ten thousand times with tears in your eyes, tossing and turning in the vast reverberation of history. You miss each other in eternity, and you can't stop crying in this confused world. Tears slowly fall on the ground, and your sadness is hard to tell. China culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.
Curly Xiao Sheng hit your sore, a pair of women's hands locked a collapsed dynasty, and a man accidentally lost half of his country. All struggles are in vain, life can't bear the solemn pain of parting, and dull despair hangs over your fragile heart. China culture, out-of-print culture, we are late.
A thousand years of wind and rain, a thousand years of silence. Your silent and melancholy soul trudges alone, and sad stories spread with the wind and overflow the water. I am sad to cross the vast horizon and fly over the tearful watch. In just visiting, groups of masons bent down and waved chisels, chopping and chopping stories of weeping blood. Everything, and then cut a sacred sadness. China's culture, out-of-print culture, you have gone through a thousand years of wind and rain with tears and blood, and also shocked the vicissitudes of the Millennium.
Approaching you, no strange words can decorate your desolate glory, only white hair is inserted into the tunnel of time, hunting and publicity. A nation is proud of you. Approaching you, I can't decipher the password of your life. But when I stop and face the silent you, I can always feel the impulse of life and the rolling strength. Approaching you, I found you guiding us forward. Every place blends your history. The sun and the moon go back and forth, and the turn of time melts into your towering body.
China culture, out-of-print culture, please stop your mourning, stop your crying, stop your sadness, stop your confusion, because we are here. Don't worry, with us, your life will be brilliant again! Don't worry, with us, your spirit will be brilliant! Don't worry, with us here, you will never be out of print again!
I fell in love with the word time for no reason recently.
I also like that sentence [Time flies with the water].
I always feel better when I see the sunshine.
Ran aground. Dusk is over.
Countless weekends. In music and green tea.
I don't know if I am a very contradictory person.
Look at that. I am still young. But I began to realize the vicissitudes of life.
winter The mint in front of the window is still blooming well.
December. Night is coming soon.
At the beginning of May and the end of spring, lightning flashed into summer, spring flowers had fallen, and autumn fruits were far behind. At this time, the meaning of spring is gone, and it is summer that sets off green. So I'm a little wandering, but the sun is still there.
In the rain and fog in April
In April in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a little charm at the beginning, and the misty and rainy scene was staged as scheduled, enviing how many poets from different places. Feeling such a real Jiangnan, I always don't have that kind of sunny mood. Is it still a little helpless, without any sunshine helplessness?
There is another world in the rain. The drowsiness in the morning has been washed clean, and in my spotless brain, I am awake and seriously enjoying this water world. Accustomed to making a cup of tea, I picked up a warm cup and held it in my hand. That warmth still can't help being infected by water vapor. After cooling for a while, my heart was so quiet, it was a little cold, so cold that it could penetrate my heart. Just quietly listening to the rain, ticking. . . . . . The rhythm of the beat, the ears have already closed, suppressing the agitation of this rainy season. The weeping willow in front of me flutters occasionally like this, and a series of raindrops and the erosion of rain still can't stir its hair tips. Only the breeze that goes or stays can slightly lift its green hair. Rain, it should be tired.
The occasional sunshine still can't open the haze of this season, and the fog covers the dying spring. All the flowers have fallen, is there still that brilliant impression? I wonder who remembers. Looking forward to the happy scene of autumn fruit, crystal dew, sparkling, reflecting the hesitation of this season.
In the sunshine in May
The past April continued from May, and the leaves continued their green summer. Everything is just passing by normally, turning green one by one.
In my spare time, I still like to sit on the balcony in a daze, holding a cup of tea and looking at the world that will change at any time. The sunshine is so bright that it shines on time in this land of May. The green willow leaves are swinging their slender hair on both sides. After the rainy season of heavy rain, they floated in the cheerful sky again, watching them keep smiling and joking about the sunshine. It's heating up, summer, come on!
There are more and more short sleeves. After the heavy bondage of winter and spring rain, this season should fade away. Well, summer is here, and it's a little sad to pay homage to the passing of spring flowers, but there are more expectations for autumn fruits. Who doesn't expect that kind of happiness?
I don't know where I read the phrase "everything we have is life, and life will only move forward", which is quite good, practical and reasonable. These four seasons are not life, but the life of time. Spring flowers have withered, and autumn is still far away, but the season welcomes the days waiting for happy autumn with summer sunshine. Time is still so smart that it will not only make us grow, but also indulge our every hesitation.
The rain in April has passed, although it is raining, the sunshine in May continues to write the happy passage of time.
End of movement
Looking back at the rain in April, the fog filled the sky, looking forward to the coming summer, sunny.
I really appreciate the time!
This may day, our sunshine remains the same.
I was born in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and I was intoxicated with more than twenty kinds of tender feelings in the south of the Yangtze River. I can't tell the story of vicissitudes, noise or whispers around Jiangnan, but my attachment to Jiangnan will remain unchanged for thousands of years!
Standing on the spiritual soil in the south of the Yangtze River, looking up at the dark sky, the wind and smoke are clean and clear as clear water. In the long years, the beauty of Jiangnan water town, the quietness of Jiangnan ancient town, the depth of Jiangnan rainy alley and the charm of Jiangnan literary hero flowed. ...
Small bridges and flowing water, overflowing in the south of the ink painting, can't see the truth clearly and can't tell the truth; How many literati heroes have been nourished by running water. Read Jiangnan, Lingbo Yunshui, calligraphy and calligraphy.
The beauty of Jiangnan is hazy and simple, with leisurely chess games under trees and drunken wine tasting among flowers. It's herbal tea in the court. Green water haunts white walls, flowers fall on blue tiles, and winding rivers sing in the morning and at sunset. Take a leaf boat to support Artemisia, walk through the green mountains and green waters, and silently read the thousand-year history and eternal tenderness of Jiangnan. A clear water carries the traces of years and vicissitudes.
Jiangnan water town is like a hazy ink painting, simple and quiet. The stone arch bridge stands against the clear water, either elegant and chic, or exquisite and elegant. The dilapidated carved columns are printed with traces of time and blend in with the charm of the ancient town. Sitting on the awning boat, let the cool river flow through your fingers and cool into your heart. Yingying clear water, leisurely wooden boat. The house is built by the water and is connected with the water. Walking in the ancient town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, let the sunshine flow quietly on the skin and let the poetry dance lightly in the heart.
Light smoke and fresh water in the south of the Yangtze River, long grass on the rainy shore, warblers flying in spring, light pink dye, insects whispering, and spring is shining through the curtain. In summer, you can learn something about Luo Shang, go to the Blue Boat alone, pick lotus and lotus fields, laugh and sing softly, and the flowers are as beautiful as water. Autumn phoenix tree, autumn geese flying, chrysanthemum fragrance, leisurely under the east fence. In winter, snow depends on jade pieces and thousands of pearls. Yiren is like snow, graceful and pure.
The drizzle shows that Jiangnan is rainy, especially in spring. Just like Wu Nong's soft language, it reveals the unique moisture of the water town. Rain is the aura of Jiangnan water town. In Jiangnan, it is full of romantic atmosphere. The rain around the Lantern Festival is called lantern rain, which is often the first rain in early spring. Intermittent spring rains float in the air, Fei Ying grass grows, a clear water shines, and willows brush the embankment. Then there is apricot rain, pear rain. After the end of spring, the continuous Huang Meiyu filled the south of the Yangtze River. The rain at night, the flowers in the morning, are deeply intoxicating, and the beautiful and elegant people are reluctant to leave. The drizzle wet a plain skirt and moistened the hearts of Jiangnan women. The fragrance of flowers on two sleeves gently dances out the unique charm of Jiangnan.
Because the climate in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, the skin of women in the south of the Yangtze River is like snow, and Iraqis are like jade. "Ha, ha, the water is horizontal, and the mountain is frowning. Which way do you want to ask pedestrians? Eyebrows and eyes. " A woman like water, like bright eyes like water, is beautiful and gentle, as beautiful and refined as a fairy. Jiangnan women walked slowly on the ancient bluestone road in the town, and the lilacs were wet by drizzle. For example, they floated along the rain lane with oil-paper umbrellas, "light smoke reflected the curtain, and flowers and willows were boundless", and the rain fragrance curled into the bead curtain, and the shadow was like a dream.
Houmen are like the sea, pavilions and waterside pavilions, red-faced tears for you, sleeves blowing the strings, and an eternal rhyme flows under the hands of jade as snow, with twists and turns. My thoughts seem to go back in time, in the lingering love of become a butterfly thousands of years ago. Gentle Liang Shanbo and Yingtai, disguised as men, studied hard, sat by candlelight at night, talked and laughed, and sent each other on the 18th, writing an earth-shattering legend of butterfly love, which reverberated through the ages.
Jiangnan is full of talented people and countless beautiful women. Tang Bohu is the most famous of the four gifted scholars in Jiangnan. Tang Yin's peerless painters and painters are the best in the world. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all together. Tang Bohu's touching love story of lighting Chou-heung has become an eternal story. There are countless talented women in Jiangnan, such as Li Qingzhao, Qin Huai Ba Yan, Liu, Dong Xiaowan, Yu, Xue Tao, ...
Jiangnan ink paintings emerge one after another, and all kinds of charming painting styles emerge one after another. Perhaps my previous life was the Jiangnan woman who picked lotus, smiled in the faint lotus fragrance and danced lightly in Jiangnan ink painting like a butterfly …
(1) previous series
1. Silent night, breeze.
Silk clouds made gauze for the moon.
There seems to be nothing, which adds beauty out of thin air.
The same seems to be true of interpersonal relationships.
The pledge of eternal love is in front, and the cold refusal is behind.
I wander in the stream of time,
When passing by, it is often accompanied by loneliness.
Maybe our meeting was a joke of fate.
If I hadn't met you in the vast sea of people.
It's not that deep, is it?
I have a mathematical formula in my mind.
This is a perfect summary of our love.
Parallel lines will never intersect.
Maybe we were wrong,
We shouldn't be together.
The past is the past.
Everything is silent except when the lights are bright.
what can I do? what can I do?
When we pass by, there are always some beautiful things that we regret later. We can choose two attitudes: one is to strive for the happiness we get and not let this beauty be lost. Second, you can recall it slowly in the future. Perhaps, now is also a good feeling!
Maybe in the future, we will break a small cup of coffee or tea. Sitting in a bright office or a warm home. When you are free, quietly taste the time you have passed and enjoy your happiness and nostalgia. Thoughts fly to the distant past, as if it were yesterday. They are in a small place in our hearts, fresh and pure. Never left. essay
Warm article
The white cotton skirt fluttered in the wind.
Plaid canvas shoes clattered on the concrete floor.
Soft black hair bypasses your fingertips.
Turn into a shiny ring under the sunlight.
Your smile blooms in the April sunshine.
The sun is not as good as it, and the stars and the moon are dim.
I will slowly hold your hand at this moment.
Singing a little tune for you that we don't know.
The beauty of happiness is quietly coming to us.
We didn't realize that we just wanted to be nice to each other.
Sweet pink bubbles spread in the air.
There are countless beautiful and happy memories.
You said that in your eyes, I was the most beautiful angel in the world.
In my eyes, you are the best in the world.
Just because of you, flowers bloom all over the sky for you.