When mystery and beauty coexist, black clothes and the radian of corners of the mouth are uncertain. Perhaps the Mona Lisa stopped yesterday, but her smile and the mystery behind it will be presented to the world that she was amazed by in all kinds of sinister gestures. She is a coral transformed from the ocean of history, showing the static but vivid beauty of life.
When sadness and broadmindedness coexist, it is the detachment of ego and ego. We are the carrier of life and a cell in the universe. When we visit Jiang Yue, we see the eternity of the universe. Jiang Yue only regards us as passers-by of life, but also the existence of human beings and nature. "When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?" Traceability has no roots; "I wonder who Jiang Yue will treat?" The prospect is infinite. Only holding a bottle of wine and chanting "in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight" can I see the desolation of life and my eyes are confused.
"The furthest distance in the world is that you are not with me, but in my heart." This is a confession from a mysterious country, and it is a beautiful but sad feeling. Let my sadness be soaked and brewed by time, and then tasted by you, and you will taste it. The sea is crying, but there are no tears. When we are lonely all the way and don't know what love is, we are just a loner between heaven and earth, a person who tries to transform our destiny through hard work. But once we meet that person, just one look has deeply touched the hidden tenderness in our hearts, and behind the short encounter, it is inseparable. If you have no shadow, I will give you half; If you have no heart, I will give up half of it and let you see my true feelings clearly. From now on, you are by my side, in my heart, I don't care how far it is forever, as long as I am with you, because you are all to me. Love, often fascinating, never questions her beauty. When love has passed the test of time, it has faded, faded. Yesterday's stay together, today has become a stranger, accompanied by memories.
The most painful thing is not holding hands and watching tears. But across the willow, I saw your red hands and drank a glass of wine, but this glass of wine was not poured for me. The temperature of your palm is not hot for me.
If life is really like the first time, it would be great. ...
The river flows eastward, and a solitary moon hangs in the sky forever. I stood alone by the river, drinking a pot of fine wine in Tsing Yi. The moonlight is rippling and affectionate. How many people have she knocked on the heart? How many pairs of fiery eyes has she gazed into? How many people have secretly cherished her charm? In this way, she gently witnessed the generations of human reproduction and historical changes. Her face is not old, it has been 1000 years. Tonight, the stars are thin and the moon is cold. Did dew or tears wet my clothes? From the smoke and dust of the Yellow Emperor's battle against Chiyou in ancient times, from the history of the six countries fighting for hegemony and heroes, from the moment when Huang proudly ascended the throne to the moment when the peony in Chang 'an competed for beauty and the music in the palace was endless, human beings experienced vicissitudes and prospered! Perhaps, this is only a temporary stability, but it will eventually be. Life will eventually decline and wither, but history is endless. This is the coexistence of temporality and eternity, not conflict. Thousands of miles away, for thousands of years, in the thatched cottage, in the red chamber, in the contusion, in the rise, it is a bright moon, and * * * reads a kind of beauty. Although all the spaces in the universe are parallel to each other, life, like thread balls and cobwebs, is intertwined. Standing at the * * * point of life, I try to look far away. Where will history bend? I don't know. But in this view, it should be forever, forever!
Here, I want to continue to extend to the current science. The human body is only the body, and the will is controlled by the soul. We live only in a parallel space in the universe. When the body dies and the death knell rings, our time in this space has been exhausted, as if we have just finished a journey, but behind the end will be a starting point. The soul is free from the bondage of the body, floating in the air, rising and rising, and the vast universe is overhead. Will it become a part of the universe or enter another space through a tunnel? I don't know. But Einstein's theory of relativity is precisely the interweaving and continuation of human life and the universe. Human life is endless, including individuals. I think, only the form, venue and body have been changed in the middle, but those eyes are eternal, so what is reflected from them is often awesome. It has experienced the dust of time, but it is spotless. It is also the purest and contains no impurities.
Soul, weight 0. 2g, but it seems to be the sentence "Life is unbearable." The fear of human beings is that they cannot understand and accept the laws of nature. There is some weight, but it doesn't hurt to lose it, but if it hits the core 0. 2g, like inadvertently using a key to untie the shackles of the body, in an instant, your eyes gradually dull, because you usually look at your eyes in the mirror, that is, your soul! Personal life, limited to a period of time, is short, but it coexists with the universe in essence, just like human beings.
The reappearance and change of history in a space is eternal.
We should fear life, because its greatness is beyond our imagination!
We should also praise love, because it is too powerful for life to surpass!
As Tagore wrote:
When death whispers to me that "your life has come to an end", let me answer him like this: "I have lived in love, not in time."
When the sea shed its last tear, I think I already know the true meaning of brevity and eternity!