If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then, I love, what was our previous life like?

If you are a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan, I am the one you miss under your wrist.

If you are the urchin who plays truant, I am the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag, watching you unconsciously walk in the grass by the roadside.

If you used to be a monk, I would like to burn incense in front of the temple and spend a quiet time with you.

So when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished, just in a trance, unable to tell you in detail.

When you are young, if you love someone, please, please be gentle with him.

No matter how long or short you have been in love, if you can always be gentle with each other, then all the moments will be flawless and beautiful.

If you have to part, say goodbye and thank him for giving you a memory.

When you grow up, you will know that when you look back suddenly, there will be no regrets in youth without resentment, such as the quiet full moon on the mountain.

Beautiful dreams, like beautiful poems, are elusive and often appear at the most unexpected moments.

I like that kind of dream, everything can start again, everything can be explained slowly, and I can even feel in my heart that all the wasted time can actually return to ecstasy and gratitude.

My heart is full of happiness, just because you are right in front of my eyes and smiling at me, that's all.

I really like that dream, knowing that you have traveled thousands of miles for me, but I feel delicious and colorful, as if you and I just met for the first time.

Some answers, I can tell you first, but I love, some answers may have to wait a long time until the question is forgotten.

At that time, whether to answer or not, or what to answer, will no longer be so important, if, if you must know.

If you still have to know, then please go back slowly and rummage carefully. On that young night, something, something, once attacked our fragile and sensitive hearts.

On that young night, the moonlight was so clear, as clear as water.

When I guessed the answer, I found that the party was over and everything was over.

The banquet broke up, and everyone went away. You were in the middle of the crowd, you couldn't recognize it anymore, and you won't meet again.

But just now, the garden was sunny and full of laughter, but I couldn't go in.

They gave me a riddle, let me guess, and if I guess correctly, I can meet you and give me a long-awaited love.

When I guessed the answer, I found that it was all over, and the years had already changed the puzzle.

In our world, time is the longitude and space is the latitude, and a series of joys and sorrows are carefully woven, which is very regular.

In fact, every corner and every knot has a secret mark. At that time, we were at a loss, but when we looked back, we suddenly found that all the veins were vivid, and then smiled and understood the pain and sadness.

At the moment of looking back, time stays and never dies.

The stream flowing under the shade of ferns and wild peonies is still young, the sky is full of clouds, and my heart is full of your love and care for me.

I've always wanted to walk on that beautiful road with you.

There are soft winds and white clouds, and you are by my side, listening to my happy and grateful heart.

My request is actually very small, as long as I live such a summer, as long as I live such a time.

And what comes to me day after day are unexpected arrangements, and there are so many trivial mistakes that I finally understand tonight.

All the joys and sorrows have become ashes, and I can't walk with you on any road in the world.

Although I want to say goodbye to Lacrimosa or smile, life is a performance that cannot be separated from sadness and joy. I want to sing the most difficult scene when the light shines.

Please hold your breath and listen, and then cheer for me warmly.

The love of my life, whether I want to say goodbye to you with tears or a smile after the song, I will be glad to have been on the same stage with you.

Happy love is a kind of appearance, but unhappy love has its causes. There are two common reasons: too early or too late.

Young you have every reason to believe that you will get the happiest love in the world.

Therefore, I also have enough reasons to advise you to wait patiently.

Don't believe any sweet talk too early, whether it's good or bad, it won't do you any good.

Fruit will not become sweet until it is ripe, and so will happiness.

Zhang ailing

1, because of understanding, so compassion-this is what Zhang Ailing said to Hu Lancheng.

2. "Life and death are broad, caring for each other; Holding your hand and growing old with your son "is a sad poem, but its attitude towards life is so positive." "I don't like bravery. I like solemn and stirring, and I prefer desolation and heroism, which only has strength, no aesthetic feeling and seems to lack humanity. Sadness is like a bright red and green color scheme, with a strong contrast. -Excerpted from Zhang Ailing's essay My Articles.

I am an eccentric girl. I have been regarded as a genius since I was a child. I have no goal to live except to develop my talent. However, when my childhood fantasy faded away, I found that I had nothing but the dream of genius-it was all the quirks of genius. The world forgave Wagner's barbarism, but they won't forgive me —— From Zhang Ailing's prose Dream of Genius

One day, our civilization, whether lofty or flashy, will be a thing of the past. However, the water is still clear and the mirror is bright in autumn, so I should be happy —— Preface to the second edition of Zhang Ailing's Legend.

5. For people who can't speak, clothes are a kind of language, a pocket drama that they carry with them-from Zhang Ailing's prose "Dressing"

6. There is always time and opportunity to do things; There is always an excuse for what you don't do-quotations from Zhang Ailing

7. Memories are always melancholy. Pleasant people feel it's a pity that it's over, but unpleasant people still feel sad when they think about it-quotations from Zhang Ailing

8. A bosom friend is like a mirror, reflecting the most beautiful part of our nature-quotations from Zhang Ailing.

9, do something for others, a little resentment, alive is interesting, otherwise it is too empty-quoted from Zhang Ailing.

10, teaching is difficult-acting and being a man are both difficult-from quotations from Zhang Ailing.

1 1. Books are best friends. The only shortcoming is that it has deepened my myopia, but it is still worth it.

12, you asked me if I love you. In fact, you should know that love means not asking if it is worth it-from Zhang Ailing's novel The Fate of Half-Life.

13, photos are just the shell of life; As the years passed, melon seeds were swallowed one by one. Everyone knows the taste, leaving everyone with only messy black and white seed shells-from Zhang Ailing's novel "Lianhuantao".

14. Laugh, the whole world laughs with you, and you cry alone —— Are you young from Zhang Ailing's novel Flowers Withered? Never mind, I will be old in two years.

What I love most is finally the most worthy of my treasure;

In the desert, a spring gushed out,

On the vast wasteland, a tree stands,

There is also a bird singing in the silence.

It tells my heart about you.

"Poetry for Augusta"-Byron

Go, your beautiful scenery, your rose garden!

Let the rich darling wander in your eyes;

Give me back the cliff, where there is snow to sleep,

Although it remembers the trauma of freedom and love.

However, Caledonian, how magnificent your mountain is:

On the top of the snow-white mountain, although the sky is high and the wind is strong,

Although the waterfall is swift and there is no soothing spring,

I miss the dark Loquar period and sigh.

Qin Luo Ijia-Byron

Like dark clouds from the distant sun

Get a strong and soft color,

It is the shadow of dusk in Ran Ran.

Can't drive away from the sky;

Your smile makes me depressed.

Also injected with pure happiness;

Your light left a flash,

Like the sun shining in my heart.

I've seen you cry-Byron

I think of you every time the sun rises from the sea.

Brilliant light;

I will think of you whenever there is a moon in spring.

Shake the marker.

Whenever you stay away from the road, I will see you.

Raise dust;

Every night, surfers are on the mountain road.

Tremble.

I heard, whenever the sea is rough,

Roar;

In quiet Lin Yuan, I often listen.

All is silent.

I am with you, even if you are at the ends of the earth,

Just like being by your side!

The sun is setting and the stars will shine on me soon.

Oh, I wish you were here!

Near the lover-Goethe

Why am I so excited?

Is there any good news from the east wind?

It flapped its wings gently,

Soothe my physical and mental pain.

It plays intimately with dust,

Send it to the clouds in the sky;

It makes grapes safe,

Dancing insects.

It soothes the enthusiasm of the hot sun,

Blow cool my feverish cheeks,

It sped past Shan Ye,

Kiss crystal grapes.

It brings me a soft whisper.

Cordial greetings from friends,

Before the mountains darken,

I will sit quietly on his lap.

So, you can leave me!

Serve the happy and sad.

I'll find my dear soon,

The walls there are burning in the sunset glow.

Ah, the good news I really want,

Fresh life, silence of love,

All I know is that from his mouth,

Can only come from his breath.

Why am I so excited?

To the East Wind-Goethe

Ten thousand drops of fallen flowers and leaves carry spring scenery to the south of the Yangtze River. Lu Juan

Luo Jue's window is full of waning moons. Even in spring, crows are all over the mountain. Zhang lai

Yan Feng Falls is higher than thousands of feet, but you don't love me very much. Sumanshu

Birds also know how to work hard and bring mud home. Lu Shuang

Envy him for nothing, two butterflies, drunk Dongfeng weeds. careful

Wan Li returned to the ship to play the flute, which is why we made an alliance with Bai Ou. Huang tingjian

After the rain, the castle peak sang azaleas, and the pond was full of Liufei cotton. Liu xianlun

Wanliuyin is a passenger ship, and mulberry leaves are like bamboo leaves. Ye yin

When the moon sets, you can't know it clearly, but the dark spring is far away and only hears its sound. Yang Wanli

Restrain the cold plum trees from owning less, and the buds of human wax grass grow longer. Zhang Ge

Passers-by frequently ask, whose house is Bixiang wine? Louyao

When it rains lightly, the road is dark and wild fireflies fly out to shine on the moss. Zhao Shixiu

In the depths of the willows, apricot blossoms bloom, and partridges are heard on warm days. Yang Jie

As the sun sets, there are some crows in the sparse forest, and my home is where the green hills disappear. Lu you

What time does it rain through the window, but listen carefully and there is nothing. Xu chai

The breeze buys wine, so why worry? Jiang xiufu

Ah, silent fallen flowers, noisy mountain birds, crowded ferries, green crowns of willow trees! Wang Wei

When the sun rises, it disappears and no one is seen, which is a green landscape. liu zongyuan

Poetry moves Yunshan, and the glass is forgotten. Liu yugui

Mixed with truth, I have forgotten what to say. Liu Changqing

A flowering tree-How did Xi Murong let me meet you? At my most beautiful moment, I begged this in front of the Buddha for 500 years. Let's have a dusty relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a flowering tree, which was carefully full of flowers in the sun on the roadside you must pass. Please listen carefully when you come near. The trembling leaves are my waiting enthusiasm, and you. That's not a petal, it's my withered heart.

Youth without Complaints (Xi Murong)

When you are young, if you love someone.

Please be gentle with her.

No matter how long you have been in love.

If you can always be gentle with each other

Then all the moments will be flawless beauty.

If you have to part, say goodbye.

And be grateful.

Thank her for giving you a souvenir.

You won't know until you grow up.

At the moment when I suddenly turned around.

Youth without resentment has no regrets.

Like a quiet late moon on the mountain.

Huaijiu (Xiao Si)

Nostalgia should not be a trend!

Nostalgia is always hidden in our lives!

How many people, things and things that have passed, whether good or bad, right or wrong, beautiful or ugly, are all part of people's lives and have shared their joys and sorrows with us.

It is not always stuck in memory, but occasionally at a certain moment, a name, a scene, a smell, a conversation, or a completely irrelevant old thing will pop up for no reason. They are as clear as they are now, but if we trace back carefully, they will become hazy again, as if they were fragments of dreams that people can't capture.

In the hurried pace, only by looking back can we see how many roads we have traveled and how many smiles and tears we have left.

Now, the wave of nostalgia is coming. I hope it will look back on everything we have paved for today with the warm feelings of "not forgetting the old". In other words, don't care about success or failure, don't take things so seriously, just look back warmly in today's hurried life.

Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain.

However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.

Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain. A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and it is not just farmers who are eager for rain.

When it rains, there is neither the sun nor the moon, but people don't think much. Maybe it's because the rainy season is not cold, so it's good to let the sun cool for a while. Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes I can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, we talk about the rain at night".

Walking in the light rain is more pleasant. Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently beats the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart is hard to compare with even the elegant melody of whispering under Richard Clayderman's piano in autumn.

Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled.

A couple walking in an alley, the scene is very ordinary. But on rainy days, holding a light blue umbrella in your hand and wearing a beige trench coat, the effect is completely different. At first glance, Youth in the Rain is an enduring picture.

In the north, there are not many rainy days 365 days a year. So if there is poetic rain or poetic rain every day, I feel curious.

-"Random Thoughts of Rain"

It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually very tall, like an artificial one, with no side branches within ten feet; All its branches are upward, close together, like man-made, and become a bundle, without any horizontal tendency to escape; Its broad leaves are also upward one by one, and there are almost no oblique leaves, let alone upside down; Its skin is smooth and silvery, with a slight blue color. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north! Even if it is only as thick as the bowl mouth, it will strive to develop upwards, reaching a height of two feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.

This is the poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!

It has no swaying posture and no crooked branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "swaying" or "running sideways", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in tenderness, not to mention tenacity and honest and frank. It's a man in a tree! When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting and see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat land, don't you think that tree is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least it symbolizes the farmers in the north; Don't you think that in the vast land behind enemy lines, there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly like this poplar, guarding their hometown! Don't you think further, this poplar tree, with dense branches and leaves, is now a symbol of the spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood in the North China Plain?

-Excerpted from Mao Dun's Praise for Poplar.

Friends often think of it, put care in their hearts and pay attention to it; Friends go through life after life and spend an evening hand in hand; We can share weal and woe, or we can share weal and woe. When friends think of them, they add joy and recall more tenderness. Friends are a kind of tenderness, a different kind of tenderness. When I am with my friends, the sun is always shining and the flowers are bright. When I was with my friends, I felt that it was no longer raining and my heart was no longer wet. When we have friends, we find that we have everything. We can lose a lot, but what we can't lose is our friends.

Friends are not eternal, friends are just passers-by in life. However, it will make our life better because of the origin and fate. Friends don't have to be together all the time, such as the true feelings of friends, but the empathy when they smile. We don't have to expect our friends to know you thoroughly and understand you, as long as we can remember "this is my friend"

Standing on the suspension bridge between the canyons, standing in the light of the full moon, we called you to get up and watch the moonlight hanging high in the sky, but you smiled and refused. Leaning on the other end of the suspension bridge, in the darkness of the mountain wall, you said, "I hope to see you from here, because you contain moonlight." The mountain breeze blows gently, and the running water groans and gasps at the corner. H beside him sighed softly with such a beautiful sentence. Yuehua is like water and wine, clear and blurred. Why is there a dull pain in my heart at the moment? Is it because you think you are hiding in the transparent moonlight? Is it because I feel my own shortcomings and regrets in such a perfect light? There seems to be a kind of fear that goes hand in hand. When I was a child, the shadow in my heart came from my ignorance of the road ahead. What will I meet? What will I become? Without any revelation or sign. (Xi Murong's "Flower Affairs")

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory. (Yu Dafu's Autumn in the Old Capital)

Whether it's smoke or fog, we can't tell, it's just gray, and the boss's mountain is wrapped up. The ancient Mount Tai looks more and more Cui Wei. As soon as we passed the memorial archway of Daizongfang, the deafening roar attracted us to the dam of Hushan Reservoir. Seven floods jumped out of the bridge opening of the reservoir, like seven flashing yellow brocade, rushing down, touching jagged rocks, stirring up a piece of snow-white water droplets and scattering them on the rolling water. It is called Qiuzai Bay: It is said that Qiuzai has been rowed to the sky by Lv Dongbin, but looking at it, it seems that Qiuzai has returned to his former residence. (Li Jianwu, "Climbing Mount Tai in the Rain")

So I recalled another picture, which was in the so-called "Loess Plateau"! Most of the mountains over there are bare. However, the terraced fields at different levels dress up their bare heads as sparse yellow hairs, especially those tall plants, which are tall and neat, swaying in the evening breeze, like a team waiting for inspection, and their posture is lovely. But even better, on a bright night in March, the sky is so blue and almost transparent. The moon seems to be only a few feet away from the top of the mountain. From a distance, the millet on the top of the mountain stands tall and dense, just like the anger on the head. At this time, two horns suddenly appeared on the ridge, and then the whole body of the cow appeared. There are not many people with plows, only three or two, and maybe even a child. They are coming down. But it's not over yet. These farmers who came home late also threw their rough short songs from the top of the mountain with sweet melodies until they sank into the ravine. There were still only dark mountains with clear skies and bright moons, but their songs could not be left. (Contradictory Landscape Talk)

This surprised us all. This ugly stone actually fell from the sky! It makes up for the sky, overheating and shining in the sky. Our ancestors may have looked up to it, and it gave them light, longing and longing. It fell down and lay in the mud and weeds for hundreds of years! I feel my ignorance and the greatness of Qiu. I even resent it for putting up with all this silently for so many years! And I immediately deeply felt the greatness of its unyielding and lonely existence. (Jia Pingwa's Ugly Time)

I finally understand that my life is not the only one full of sadness and frustration. Even the smartest and most successful people will suffer a series of blows and failures. The only difference between these people and me is that they deeply know that there is no peace without chaos, no relaxation without tension, no joy without sadness, and no victory without struggle. This is the price we must pay to survive. At first, I was willing to pay this price without hesitation, but it was followed by a series of disappointments and blows, which eroded my confidence and destroyed my courage like a drop of water. Now, I'm going to put all this aside. I am no longer a walking corpse, hiding in the shadow of others, and letting time pass in countless excuses and excuses.

Success is often fleeting. I came last night and went again this morning. I'm looking forward to the happiness of my life, because I finally realized that The Secret Behind is hidden in the bumpy fate. Every failure will make us more eager to find the right thing; Every time we learn from failure, we will be more careful to avoid the previous mistakes. In this sense, failure is the road to success. This road, though full of tears, is not an abandoned road. Don't! You can make do with this!