Mentioning the past one by one makes me laugh happily. I thank God: In the past twenty years, I have no regrets, only this parting, which is a bit shocking to recall!
Really, the most unforgettable thing is the beauty of nature! At dusk today, the ice lake outside the window is like a sea of silver. How cold is it? How far are the dead branches in the autumn wind standing on the shore of the lake? How beautiful are the autumn clouds? The square is cloudy or rainy. How erratic is my morbid mood?
Excerpts from Bing Xin's Prose (4)
This season, there are no flowers, no cuckoos weeping for blood, only the patter of rain, only the rustling sound of falling flowers ... Then, with the shallow colorful falling flowers flowing through my heart with the wandering rapids, they will flow to the distance forever. ...
It's another hot summer and another rainy day. Everything has become so familiar, but so strange. In a blink of an eye, three years of junior high school life has ended and will gradually become history. Only when she dies will everything feel close and precious. The four seasons are endless, and my best and most precious junior high school life has passed in laughter. Whether you have loved or hated, been happy or depressed, it has long been doomed. I have a deep and deep fate with this junior high school campus, because here, my most precious three years of youth are recorded forever, and there are too many memories here that will move me inexplicably. Here, I have the freshest life and the most energetic life.
It's still raining and it hasn't stopped. Inadvertently, Winnie Hin's Understanding suddenly sounded in my ear: If possible, I would also like to say that I have been loved, loved, lived, groped, gained and lost, cherished and entrusted, regardless of the outcome. I have loved and hated, I have been happy and depressed. Many people can't remember what I loved. Only those who loved will always have a trace of sweetness in their hearts. I hate many people, I can't remember. Only those who have been hated always make me feel guilty. I can't remember the countless frustrations I have experienced, only those help, emotion, tears and joy are still vivid. Once upon a time, it was a group of people on the road, scrambling to brand their footprints in the beating story. I have never looked at the past days carefully, but when she followed the current, I savored it carefully and suddenly found that you and I were so naive, so close and so lovely!
The rain stopped, but the fallen flowers were gone. The sun began to smile. I looked at the road ahead and felt a warm current in my heart, which filled me with infinite confidence. When I look back again, I think of this lost heart. Suddenly, my eyes blurred again, and my heart was full of all sadness and tenderness. ...
Excerpts from Bing Xin's Prose (5) Talking about Life
I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.
Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered many small streams, synthesized a powerful Hong Tao, and ran down. He twists and turns between the cliffs, washes down a layer of sand and accumulated soil, and rolls away with rolling sand and stones, happy and brave, enjoying everything that happened to him along the way:
Sometimes, when he meets the front resistance of the rock, he rushes up angrily and roars, and the ups and downs of the front wave and the back wave urge him. It was not until he passed and rushed down the dangerous cliff that he washed away calmly. Sometimes, through the thin flat sand and the grass in the sunset, he saw the red peach blossoms on the shore. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and spent this romantic journey gently.
Sometimes, when he encounters a storm, it will stimulate his mind and soul, and it will thunder. The strong wind blew him up and the heavy rain hit him. He was temporarily confused and uneasy, but after the rain cleared, it just gave him a lot of new strength.
Sometimes the sunset glow and the new moon shine on him and project on him, with a touch of warmth in the cold: at this moment, he just wants to rest and sleep, but the force of progress still urges him to move forward. ...
Excerpts from Bingxin's beautiful essays
Excerpts from Bing Xin's beautiful essays (1) Laughter and rain died down, and the light cleared through the curtain. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the residual water droplets on the leaves reflect the moon, flashing and moving like a thousand fluorescent spots. -I didn't expect such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain!
Standing in front of the window for a while, I felt a little cold. When I turned around, I was dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; The faint light is only immersed in the angels in the paintings on the wall. -angels in white, holding flowers, holding wings, smiled at me. "This smile seems to have been seen somewhere. When will I ... "
I unconsciously sat under the window, thinking quietly. The closed heart curtain slowly opened, pouring out an impression of five years ago. A long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch gurgled. The green trees near the village are all caged in wet smoke. Bowed crescent moon, hanging in the treetops. Walking, there seems to be a child on the side of the road, holding a pile of white things. The donkey passed by with no intention of turning back. He smiled at me barefoot with flowers in his arms.
"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere!" I still want to-silently.
Another curtain of gravity appeared, which slowly opened and poured out the impression of ten years ago. -the rain under the eaves falls on Mao's clothes drop by drop. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps are turning. The straw and grape trellis in front of the door are all new yellow and light green, which are very bright and beautiful. ── After a while, it finally cleared up, and I hurried down the mountain. I saw the moon coming head-on from the sea, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stopped and turned around. The old woman in this small room-leaning against the door, holding flowers, smiled at me slightly. This equally subtle expression, like a hairspring, flutters and gathers together.
At this time, it is refreshing and peaceful, such as going to the celestial world and returning to my hometown. San Xiao, who appeared in front of me, suddenly melted and couldn't see clearly in the harmony of love.
Excerpts from Bingxin's beautiful essays (2)
The scenery outside the window, immersed in my tired heart, makes me carefree and intoxicated.
Sometimes the river looks as far as the eye can see, and the river sails slightly. Under the morning light, it is extremely clear and beautiful. I have always liked the scenery in the north, so I have to fall in love with the elegance and gentleness of Jiangnan.
Tonight the night is as cold as water, and there is only myself under the lamp.
It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. By this time, I can't hold back.
A cool breeze blew gently and the ship was sailing on the ice. After crossing the Korean border, the sea is like a lake. Blue pole and green pole, condensed into one. The golden light of the sunset, like a long snake, went straight from the horizon to the stands of others. From the sky to the water in front of the ship, from light red to dark green, it has become dozens of colors, one layer after another. ..... children, I hate that I can't draw. Words are the most useless things in the world. I can't write such an ethereal and wonderful scene!
Excerpts from Bing Xin's essays (3) A bird
I remembered something I saw under the court tree the day before yesterday.
There is a bird whose nest is on the highest branch, and its feathers are not full enough to fly far; Just chirping in the nest and talking to two old birds every day. They all feel very happy.
This morning, it woke up. Both old birds have gone to feed. It looked out and saw bright sunshine, green trees and beautiful scenery on the earth. Suddenly, its little brain is full of new ideas. It fluttered its feathers and flew to the branches, releasing songs praising "Nature". Its sound is full of clarity, lightness and beauty. When singing, it seems that "nature" is listening with a smile.
There are many children under the tree. When they hear this song, they all look up-
Birds come out to sing every day, and children come to listen to them every day. Finally, they want to catch it.
Come out again! It was about to make a sound when suddenly it snorted. A marble flew from below. It turned over and fell from the tree.
The two old birds in the Xieci flew like arrows, caught it and carried it back to the nest. Its blood dripped from the gap in the tree to the ground.
Since then, this song has disappeared.
Those children want to look up at it and listen to its singing, but they can't.
Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose
Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose (1)
Someone's back
Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.
In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter posted it inappropriately; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I advised him not to go two or three times; He just said, never mind, they can't walk well!
I said, dad, you go. He looked out of the car and said, I'll buy some oranges. You stay here and don't walk around. I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that he would see it and others would see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, I said, I'm leaving. Write it over there! I watched him go out. He took a few steps, turned and saw me, and said, go in, there is no one inside. When his back was mixed with the crowds coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again. 、
I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!
Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose (2)
return
Back to Peiping, back to the school where I used to work, many old workers said when they saw the authentic Peiping, you came back! Yes, I'm back. I just won last year. Needless to say, I want to come back. However, the situation in the past year has made my heart ache when I came back. In the imaginary Peiping, the price rises like a tide, and the whole Peiping seems to be swaying in the tide. But I finally came back. When the plane flew over Beiping City, the chessboard-like houses, dotted green trees, the Forbidden City and yellow glazed tiles were really beautiful in the late autumn sunset. This is the first time I saw Beiping on the plane. This view reminds me of many old benefits of Peiping. I forgot everything and came to Beiping to fall in love again.
In the southwest, I received a letter from a friend in Beiping, saying that although life is hard, it is not as good as the legend, and the streets in Beiping are still the same as before. Yes, the food in Beiping is extremely expensive, and the others are not far away. Because only food is so expensive, Shanghainese are so assured that they only say it's cheap! Cheap! We are from Chongqing, but we don't have such an appetite. In addition, although only food is extremely expensive, food is something that everyone eats every day. This is a heavy shadow that hangs over the future of Beiping. But now everyone is a little concerned about the present and the future! In addition to food, the necessities of daily life generally seem to be endless; It's not necessary. It's an antique. That's more. Old furniture, gadgets, in small cities, stalls, choices, reasonable prices, and sometimes very cheap. This is the old smell of Beiping, and even people like me who have little patience to visit small markets and stalls are deeply enjoying it. From this point of view, Beiping is a city, which is really cold and dusty compared with several big cities in southwest China. Go to the Forbidden City again. That's awesome! Although I have swam many times, it is the first time to come back from the southwest. There are so many things, small markets and stalls are natural. Visiting the Forbidden City simply makes people want to buy nothing. Buy buy buys, buying more and buying less is nothing! There really is in Peiping, there really is!
Beiping is not only as rich as before in this respect, but also almost as idle as before in the whole life. There are trams and buses, but everyone is still very leisurely. Trams sometimes come very slowly and have to wait for a long time. It didn't seem like this before. It may be because there are more lines and the number of vehicles has not increased in proportion. The bus comes slowly, too. It takes a long time. Fortunately, everyone has plenty of free time, so it doesn't matter to slow down and wait for a while. But those who just came from Chongqing are a little impatient. Don't look at the buses in Chongqing now. It's not beautiful, but it's fast. Get on the bus, sell tickets and get off. Maybe it's nothing, but it's true. Just waiting in line, rather than eager to see the shadow of the coming car, it is better to see the coming car full of passengers driving away in an instant. The buses in Chongqing are sometimes crowded, but they are never as crowded as when I took a bus from Xuanwu Gate to the front door. At the same time, the conductor stood calmly in the middle of the road to help the guests who were vying to get on the bus. This is really idle.
At present, several major newspapers in Beiping have several supplements, and some medium-sized newspapers are also recruiting people to run supplements. The supplement is of high standard and academic. Every newspaper pays special attention to the news of the school and often opens a column. The former phenomenon does not seem to exist in other places, and the latter phenomenon does exist in other places, but it is not as serious as here. Beiping has always been called a university city and a cultural city. This is the same old tune, but it seems to play louder. There is a lot of news in the school, which may be considered as a little business; Maybe there are more students in Peiping, so this newspaper can sell more? Many supplements are by no means business, because some papers in some supplements seem to be understandable only by some university professors and graduate students. This kind of paper should have appeared in a special magazine, but at present it can't afford to publish a special magazine, so it has to be temporarily wronged in the remaining pages of the daily newspaper: this is justified by the editors of the supplement. In terms of newspapers, there are not many materials that can be published anyway, and there may not be too many advertisements in Peiping. It is also good to add more, and at the same time, in line with the tradition of attaching importance to scholars in this ancient city, it can also calm the somewhat swaying Beiping city. There are a lot of school news, which seems to be in line with the traditional meaning of attaching importance to scholars. Academic research should be leisure, and the scholars who have been valued in this ancient city are leisure scholars. I also love the academic atmosphere in Beiping. I'm just a sleepy scholar myself, and I recently edited an academic supplement, but I still feel that so many such academic supplements are really the unique leisure flavor of Beiping.
However, Beiping is somewhat different from before. Say it has. It has precious antique toys. It is said that there are too few customers now. Once upon a time, buying antique toys as gifts could please officials. Now it is said that there are too few people who know how to love antique toys. Gifts are still to be given, but there is an old saying that everyone loves money. It's simple and clear now, but it's not the old flavor. It is not surprising that no one cares about antique toys. What concerns me more is that places of interest such as Zhongshan Park and Beihai are also depressed. It was not cold when I first came back, and one day I took my children to visit Beihai. In Da Zhou, there were only a few people in the teahouse in Tang Yilan. Listen to the guy in the teahouse next door telling a guest that there are no snacks to sell. He said he was afraid to prepare because there were few guests. These used to be frequented by middle-class economic figures; Come on, they probably don't have enough money and heart.
The middle-class economy has really contracted. The wife of a friend who used to live in Beiping turned out to be a young lady. She can't do housework, she can only do poetry and painting. I met her this time. Look, she's really busy. She told me that with fewer servants, I have to do a lot of things myself; She smiled and said that she has practiced now. She helps me bind books, which is fast and strong; I can't believe she actually practiced. This is of course a good thing, but Beiping is different from before. There seem to be more people who are too poor to help. One night at 9 o'clock, my wife came and took two children into an alley in Xuanwumen. As soon as she entered the door, she heard a voice: Stop! Looking ahead, a man stood ten paces away and took something out of his black coat. At that moment, I glanced down the light and found a bright sharp knife! The wife screamed loudly and ran to the alley mouth, and the children ran away with screaming. Tripping over a stone, both mother and son fell; Looking back, the man also turned and ran to the alley. This man seems to be dressed without cold dust, with a white face and a young age. I think that's how he left, otherwise he should wait in the middle of the alley and stop when people get close! This may be really helpless to take risks. Recently, there are reports about common road robberies in the newspaper. I think there are quite a few such novices. There have been highway robberies before, but I have never heard of so many. Beiping is different.
Trams and buses are not fast, but tricycles are much faster than foreign cars. These two kinds of cars compete with machinery and people, and foreign cars are obviously backward. Foreign rickshaw pullers have to sell their labor at lower prices. Once rented a tricycle, bid 400 yuan, tricycle must be 500 yuan. A foreign coachman came up and said, I'll go, I'll go When I got on the bus, he told me that he wouldn't make this price if it wasn't for three rounds. When hiring tricycles, foreign rickshaws often catch up. If you ignore him, he will say, isn't it the same? However, it is different! Besides tricycles, bicycles have greatly increased. Riding a bike can save a lot of traffic expenses. The less people give, the more people contribute. The saved transportation expenses can help fill the stomach. Although it is a small supplement, it is a small supplement. But now the streets of Peiping are no laughing matter. Riding a bike not only makes you feel strong, but sometimes you have to work hard. It is said that the streets in Beiping are wide enough, but there have been many accidents recently. Just came back a week ago, killing five or six people. Among them, lawyer Wang Zhenhua was killed on his bicycle. This kind of traffic chaos, American vehicles naturally have to bear the greatest responsibility. But according to the newspaper, the traffic police are also afraid of our own military vehicles. The police are not afraid of bicycles, let alone foreign cars and tricycles. They treat rickshaws and tricycles equally, and they get together if they don't like it. Once in Xuanwu Gate, I saw a tricycle crossing an alley to bargain with someone. A policeman came and grabbed the rickshaw puller and punched him. Punching and kicking had never been like this, but he cursed strangely. He scolded, your mother has democratic ideas! The coachman never speaks beside his fist, and he never speaks. But he also wondered if it was a tricycle driver. After the police went, he asked the back, do you have the right to hit people? You can see the shadow of the times here, and Beiping is a bit wobbly.
Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose (Ⅲ)
tool
There are beggars in foreign countries, there are; But their begging methods or skills are different. In recent years, it is very common in Shanghai that many difficult situations are written in chalk on the cement beside the road, asking for help. On one side of the chalk, the author sits. I have seen this kind of beggar in Peiping, but there is no cement on the roadside, so I can only write on paper or cloth, but it is similar to foreign beggars. I don't know if this method is imported or similar.
Beggars in London draw more on the roadside and write less. I only saw an old man with a long beard (not many foreign beards) near Trafalgar Square, sitting on a concrete roof with a few lines of scrawled white characters in front of him. I said that I was born in a university, but now it's colder. What's the use of a university? These complaints seem to have touched some people who come and go, and the old man's bright eyes, not showing half a star, also teach people a little awe. He put a small suitcase on the right and opened it, ready to throw money into it. That place was originally a prosperous city extending in all directions, and many people threw money at it. Copper coins (pence) scattered inside and outside the box; Other beggars don't seem to be so lucky.
Most of the paintings are painted with chalk of various colors, and some are painted with pigments. There are three modes. Or two hooks ToLive, each letter is about one foot square, carefully drawn on the outline of the two hooks. The letters are neat and even, and the whole body is meticulous. Or the word "good luck" with double hooks, and some just use the word "luck". Survival is the Tao; Luck Luck is the prayer of passers-by. Or painted with four or five landscape paintings, each side about a foot in size. Usually the painter sits at one end of the painting, and at the other end turns his old hat upside down, and the copper coins are thrown in it.
Some of these beggars have received formal training in art schools, and some like to draw two strokes on weekdays as toys. When I didn't fall, I had to start working on cement. 1May 932 10, these people also came to an exhibition. Several photos were published in the Evening News that day, two of which were embroidered in color. The embroiderer was nicknamed the boss of keitel in Oxford Street. He was a sailor during the boxing chaos and has been to China. He still remembers the situation. These two paintings are embroidered on canvas, each with 80,000 stitches. He embroidered the statue of King Edward of England, which is said to be appreciated by the Queen today. It was the happiest time of his life. Now I'm just wandering around Oxford Street.
There is another person in the evening paper. He has worked in the hall for 35 years, and his name is often written on posters. Three years ago, he also led a troupe around, and he played a major role. All the cities in the British Isles have been there; I have been to more than 100 places in mainland China, and the United States has also been to more than a dozen places. I know Gabriel, too But unfortunately, old London didn't have any money. He remembers his friends saying that still life painting is so interesting that he has learned to play. At this time, it is difficult to take this little thing to stroll around the long beach of Thames. But he was afraid that too many people would recognize him, so he always turned his back to the road and covered his face with a big hat brim. He said it is not easy to draw on cement; Most afraid of rain, a few minutes of rain may ruin the whole day's work. He said he always wanted to be on the stage again one day.
There is a beggar outside the painting. I met one in Oxford Street. He was talking as if he were sitting on a tricycle. I remember there was a solemn atmosphere there. On Easter Friday, I met a group of people in the cold street. It seems that a person is pushing the organ, a person is pressing it, a person is singing the hymn, and the piano pusher is also singing. This group of people looks messy. It is said that chatterboxes and the like are rented; They may always make money. In another cold street, I saw a man with two women, dressed as if he had just come out of the garbage. A woman is still wearing rouge, which is simply a piece of red soil! On the wet road after the rain, men played music and women danced at sixes and sevens. Such female beggars are rare. I saw another violinist, who looked very young and elegant, standing on the path facing passers-by. Holding a little monkey in his right hand; When playing the piano, hold your left shoulder and squat down. Pulling a few bows, the monkey peed; He just dripped ideas all over his clothes as if nothing had happened.
I saw another one in Oxford Street, which was really embarrassing. He probably doesn't have the strength to talk or anything; Grab a board, three or four feet long and five or six inches wide, put a black boy on it, and hold a glass cup to reach the black boy. Put the board on the side of the road and squat down, playing with your hands. It was the first time that the lights were brightly lit and the people on the path were endless; A pair of feet hurried past him, and few people seemed to see him. The sound of cars, footsteps and conversation in the street are mixed together, so his Dan Xian voice is not easy to be heard. But he still plays with his head buried.
A few years ago, a friend saw someone reciting Dickens' novel. () Everyone lined up at the gate of the theater to buy tickets; This man is reciting a piece of meat for the rest of his life while reading and doing it. This should find more money, because it should be more interesting than those chatterboxes and so on.
The police forbid beggars who talk empty-handed, and beggars have to become artists. If you have no art to sell, you have to take something in your hand, such as matches and leather shoes. At the corner of the road, there are often men or women standing silently with such things, and most of their faces are bleak. In fact, selling art and things is mostly a cover; But in the end, we should teach people more self-esteem and don't ask for money without doing anything. Only the blind can ask for money for nothing. They either stand or sit; Sometimes there is a paper sign on the chest that says blind. There is also a kind of person, between beggars and beggars. Once I couldn't find the circus, so I asked an old man at the intersection. He politely took him away, saying that he had just lost his job and had no money to spend, and asked me for a favor. He gave five pence (about thirty cents in China) as a reward, and he still fought for it. Actually, it's only two or three hundred steps. Those who follow, complain and ask for money for nothing only meet once; The street lights there are dim, there are no policemen, and there are few people on the road. But I am a foreigner, so he has the cheek to be blind.
Excerpts from exquisite prose
1, a person sitting on the bed, holding himself in the most lonely posture, maybe I can't find other ways to hurt myself. The pain touched by my hand is so real that I can't tell whether my youth is wasting my time or the years are decadent. Sometimes I am really tired, but I still smile. I dare not show weakness, so I feel inferior and stubborn. Don't care what kind of change life will have, no matter what, change is just a noise. This world is no big deal. Everything, as if it were just an accident, may wake up and disappear, just like the loneliness that no longer existed at the beginning, but really existed. The past is used to remember. When we have gone too far, what we miss more is our original laughter.
2. An upright reed deepens the vastness of autumn.
3, people in the most sad and panic, there is no tears, tears always flow at the end of the story, at the end of everything!
You wait for the tenderness of spring and leave me out of the scenery.
5, the road, the heaviness of ups and downs, the hardships of tortuous years.
6. The most painful feeling in the world is not lovelorn, but when I gave my heart to you, you cheated me.
7. When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless language is. There is always a gap between words and feelings.
8. When a rural ballad is sung for a long time, it will condense into silence.
9. There are tears in the sky, washing away the fragile power. I have a lot to say to you. The sunshine in this world is never long enough, only tears and rain keep falling.
10, the iris you sent has already withered, and I learned to play the song you taught me. The wind messed up the melody, and my heart went with it. My fingers bounce and I think of you.
1 1, the flowers always fall, but the flowers always fail. After all, the dust can't be fixed. What reappears is only the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, and there are faint thoughts between the lines. No matter how many years have passed, I will still stand at the end of this time and see you smiling at me at the end of that time.
12, happiness should be accompanied by sadness, and the rain will clear up. If rain remains after rain and sorrow remains after sorrow, please let us face this parting frankly. Smile to find an impossible you!
13, love is coming, of course it is happy. However, this kind of happiness needs to be paid, and we must learn to accept disappointment, pain and parting. Since then, life is no longer simple.
14, some people will remember it forever. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him will never change.
15, how many times do you have to cry in your life to stop crying, and how many tears do you have to shed in your life to stop breaking your heart? No one can see my haggard eyes and eyebrows. The original oath was too perfect, like falling flowers flying all over the sky. The cold night wind is uncomfortable. The original oath was so perfect that acacia turned to dust.
16, what is happiness? Is to hide your sadness and smile at everyone.
17, loneliness is not innate, but starts from the moment you fall in love with someone.
18, sitting in the wilderness in autumn, leaving the land desolate until it becomes a mountain full of chrysanthemum morifolium.
19, the years are like songs, and the time has faded. Flowers bloom and fall, so many years have passed. So our years are finally called old times, going all the way east along the great river and never coming back. I wonder, will things that have been with us for a long time melt in summer and then bleed?
20. My life is full of warmth. I gave you everything, and you left me. How to smile at others in the future?
2 1, I have gone through happiness, but I can't walk out of the fairy tale you knitted for me.
22. Autumn must come out quietly from poetry.