You said that the landscape and rain lanes in Jiangnan made you unforgettable, I said; When I meet you, I won't get hurt again. Let's walk in the world of mortals, hold a bunch of sunshine, or pick the fragrance of misty rain, splash ink and recite poems together, and dance together. ...
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Outside, it was drizzling and a window was swaying in the wind. Facing your direction, I raise my glass and smile. Close to you, far away, is deep love; To say or not to say is a deep yearning. In this world of mortals, I feel at ease with you.
I have always believed that there is an emotion in the world called love at first sight. When we met that day, when a blush flew on our cheeks, a subtle feeling quietly overflowed in our hearts. At the moment when my heart beat faster, a voice in my heart told me that in the arrangement of fate, you and I were destined to be Boya and Hippo chefs. In the future, no matter where I am, I will bloom for you and spread flowers all the way. Whether you are near or far away, this flower is waiting for you to fold and smell.
Because of your visit, a flower, a grass, a bridge, a stream, a boat and a paddle have become a different kind of scenery. Please believe me, once my love words come out, it will be a lifetime and a lifetime. In this life, without you, I dare not die alone.
Perhaps the encounter in this life is accidental and lucky. I am a woman who loves misty rain, and you happen to be a curtain of blue misty rain. When I was dancing in my clothes and staring at the beauty of the water, I got my shirt and skirt wet. From then on, your figure stayed in a place called "love", and my acacia swam in every breeze, every cloud and every rain.
Choose a city to die and meet a person who will grow old together. Since your face entered the Jiangnan ink painting, you have been everywhere in the scenery I have preserved. There is no longer loneliness in the long rain lane, and my oil-paper umbrella is no longer propping up the rainy season. When I met you, I no longer longed to meet others.
Because a person loves a city, from now on, your city will be as unforgettable as your name. In every missing day, I think I will settle my soul on the clouds floating around you and come and go quietly.
The happiest thing in the world is that when you like someone, that person also likes you. I am lucky and happier to meet you in this life. I don't want to meet you in the most beautiful years, but I want my hair to be stained with frost. When the world of mortals is prosperous, I still have you to hold a wisp of white hair for me, draw a thin eyebrow, cut the night candle with me and watch the running water hand in hand.
I know you are a responsible man, a man who can be entrusted by a woman for a lifetime. I know you are not good at words, and you will tell me by actions that you are the only and best choice in my life.
Sir, I am really willing to put aside the worldly prosperity for you and accompany you for a lifetime. I really want to wear plain clothes, dance in the wind, sing songs against the water, gently shake the blue boat of years, infect maple leaves with thoughts, add affection to creeping weeds, cook wine and sing poems for you in lingering willow smoke, and add fragrance to tea. In the misty rain, I just want to make up with you, and I hope that the years will be quiet and live up to my life.
You are the sunny day in my life. You can be beautiful in the long night; You can be proud to have you in the storm. In this life, as long as I have you, I am satisfied and safe wherever I am.
I remember that day you said to me, "No matter where you go, there is no more beautiful scenery than you."
I remember that day you said to me, "My greatest wish in my life is to hope you are happy."
I remember that day you said to me, "I can't give you the whole world, but I will give you my whole world."
I remember the day you said to me, "In this life, I don't trust to give you to others. Only by giving you to myself will I feel at ease. "
I remember that day you said to me, "If we leave, we have an appointment to count 1, 2, 3 together and turn around at the same time. No one is allowed to look back. I think I will definitely foul, because I will not turn around easily, and I will silently watch you go until you disappear from my sight. "
Jun, everything you say touches my heart. I really can't help but be moved. In fact, knowing and not knowing are all between one thought. Who will I love if I don't love you in the future?
I know that as long as we are together, even without musical instruments, there must be silk and bamboo around us; Even without pen and ink, there must be poems around us; Even if there is no scenery, there must be poems around us.
Although I don't have your photo, your appearance has been branded. Tang style Song Yun, how can we do it best? How can we lock up the lingering love songs of the four seasons? Because of the truth, I watch without regrets; Because I know that I won't say anything about it. When you are in love, there is always a warm picture unfolding slowly. As long as it is true love, the dusty past will become eternal in your memory.
Now, I listen carefully to the songs you choose for me every day. I feel your heartbeat rhythm in the melody of the song. I look for your heart in the lyrics. I like those songs, not only because they sound good, but also because they have your sighs, your songs and your expectations.
Jun, I really miss you, in every noisy day, in every quiet night. It is said that people dream every night when they think about it, but why do you never appear in my dreams?
Is it because you love me so much that you can't bear to disturb my night and let me sleep?
Jun, please come to my dream, or invite me to dream! Let's pick a wisp of blue haze, take a wisp of misty rain, cross a long flute, play a long and short tune, blow the beauty of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and don't let its beauty be in vain.
Send out the bundle waiting for you and keep your long hair for you. When the wind of missing comes, my three thousand hairs just float for you. Tonight, I am alone, with a lamp and a room full of ideas. I am longing for you to sing softly with me in the distance every minute. I fantasize that you will float across the water and hug me deeply in the drizzle. ...
Dear, I don't need words to miss you at this moment. I just need to roll up my tender sleeves, gently touch a rain flower, and sing the most beautiful winter love song in the world that belongs to you and me.
Say goodbye to yesterday's love.
At night, let your thoughts slip.
Keep the original agreement,
Leaning on the edge of the maple forest,
Listen to the lonely singing of a fallen leaf quietly.
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Who saw the messy footprints of Acacia Ferry?
Who saw me raise my glass and wake up alone in the lonely night?
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If the afterlife can be booked,
I want to rely on three thousand moss.
If I were the wind chime in front of your window,
I will definitely echo in your heart.
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This autumn, lonely and lonely,
My eyes only see the wet scenery.
When a trace of residual red falls,
An isolated love, finally went up in smoke.
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There is never a murmur in the heart sound of my love.
When I miss you, I fantasize about all the songs, all the songs, as your reminder.
You know, at the intersection of dreams,
I've been looking forward to your invitation?
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I really want to fold all the flowing clouds into your silhouette.
Then, flick Zhang Suqin,
No longer parallel to short-term injuries,
Just wait for happiness to come.
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I picked a chrysanthemum tonight,
About sadness, sadness,
Describe a pair of smiling eyes in the sky,
Leaving only a drop of blue tears, quietly bid farewell to yesterday's love.
I am eager to wander, and I can't bear to go home.
For a wanderer, the most intimate thing in the world is always the local accent of his hometown, the most attached thing is always the nostalgia for his hometown, the warmest thing is always the flickering lamp shadow at home, and the most unforgettable thing is always the figure of his mother standing at the entrance of the village.
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Time flies like water, and the footsteps of the New Year come with dust all the way. The north wind is blowing tightly, and the flavor of the year is getting stronger and stronger. Almost every wanderer in a foreign land has a growing desire to go home beyond his dreams.
How bright the moonlight is at home! They are relatives of their hometown. For wandering wanderers, hometown will always be a precious ink painting and a warm harbor for the soul to rely on. Walking through the mountains and rivers and passing through the fleeting time, no matter where the wandering voice falls, the lingering homesickness has never diminished. Hometown is an invisible line. No matter how far the wanderer goes, he can't get rid of its fetters and traction. When the word "Wild Goose" comes back, when the flowers are bright, when the wind blows and the rain falls, the wandering heart always flies in the direction of hometown again and again. ...
The seasons change, and the years are like the wind, drifting away. However, the homesickness of the wanderer is like a green vine crawling all over my heart, and the feeling of attachment is like grass spreading in the middle of the lake, swaying day and night. Whether in a crowd or in a place full of lights; No matter when you push a cup for a change or when you are alone, there will always be a faint call from your hometown in the wandering ear. Because the heart has a hometown, there is always a faint melancholy and an eager expectation in the hearts of wanderers.
The sky is vast and homesick. When the cable is untied and the ship sails offshore, what are the ripples left behind the wanderer? When the whistle blows and the wheels roll, there is more than shouting left behind the wanderer? Perhaps, when the wanderer's forced smile turns into tears after turning around, his thoughts have turned into a disaster.
After leaving home, the wanderer realized that the crowing of chickens, barking of dogs, croaking of frogs and cicadas in his hometown are all songs.
Only when you are far away from your hometown can you understand that every mountain, stone, grass and tree in your hometown, people and things are feelings.
Leaving home, the wanderer realized that his mother's nagging was full of warm feelings, and his father's silence was full of silent love.
Being far away from home, Youzi realized that no matter whether my hometown is full of high-rise buildings or Ma Pingchuan, my hometown will always be the most beautiful original scenery in my heart.
Only when I am far away from my hometown do I understand that even if the whole world abandons me, my hometown will still wait for my return.
No matter where you are, you always feel that the food in your hometown is the most delicious; Whenever, wanderers always find the clouds and smoke in their hometown the most charming. Wherever you go, green wheat seedlings, red peppers, tall haystacks, low fences, curling kitchen smoke, farmers' pipes, Niu Wa's flutes, kind folks and childhood playmates will always wander in your mind. Along the way, traveling all the way, time, old appearance, deep thoughts.
Many times, during the day, looking at the clouds on the horizon, the wanderer can't help singing "Clouds in My Hometown"; Many times, in the dead of night, looking at the starry sky, the wanderer can't help but whisper, "The moon is now full of sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time." After four seasons' wandering, the wanderer finally understands that Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night is associated with deep homesickness, Meng Jiao's Poems of Wandering Wanderer is associated with deep affection, and Zhang Ji's Qiu Si is associated with deep homesickness.
The nursery rhymes in memory drift away with the passage of time, and there is always a voice in the direction of hometown calling affectionately: "Come back-a wanderer in the distance!" " "Traveling all over the north and south, all the way to the dusty, hometown, far away and very close.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter which season, as long as the wanderer picks up the softness of the evening breeze in his hometown and leads the bright moon in his hometown, he can keep the local accent in his heart circuitous, mobilize the rhythm of happiness and warm his heart. Perhaps, there is no delicious food in my hometown, but there are always hot dishes, hot rice, hot soup and hot beds. No matter whether the wanderer comes home with clothes on or empty bags, his hometown will always welcome him back with open arms.
There are thousands of lights in Qian Qian in life, so it is better to have a green light in my hometown. Hometown has always been the driving force of wanderer's happiness, the root of wanderer's life and the dwelling place of wanderer's soul. As long as there is warm eyes and waiting in my hometown, the wandering heart will not be cold in the cold winter. It is precisely because of the concern of hometown that the wandering heart of the wanderer can get warmth and comfort. No matter where the wanderer walks in the world, his hometown will always be the most attached place in his heart.
Wanderers are used to reciting their hometown whenever and wherever they are. In my heart, in my dream, the wanderer fixed his hometown as eternity. No matter how the years pass, no matter how time changes, that homesickness and homesickness will be the treasure of a wanderer's life and will never fade.
In the world, what can make a wanderer worry more than his parents' white hair? What can be more blessed to the wanderer than the voice of "take care" from relatives? Radio waves and short messages are far apart, and the wanderer's heart has already inserted wings and is flying in his hometown of Yuan Ye. When the love for hometown is like a boat crossing the night and dawn in a foreign land, the wanderer feels the softness and warmth of the wind.
For wanderers who love their hometown, hometown is an endless poem, endless words, endless music and endless songs, which can't be compared anywhere in the world, can't be replaced by anything and can't be given up at any distance.
Often go home to see, this sentence is not only the call of hometown, but also the voice of wanderers. Even if the mountains are heavy and the water is heavy, even if the smoke is misty, a homesickness has nothing to do with cold and heat, sadness and joy, only the dew fragrance between mountains and rivers turns into a song. Wanderers, whether ordinary people or dignitaries, have always been treated equally in their hometown and always greeted with smiles. The ends of the earth, hometown will always be the constant concern of wanderers!
Tired birds will return to their nests, and leaves will eventually take root and sprout. Wanderers in the distance, don't be too wronged, don't feel sorry for yourself, don't worry about having money, if you are tired, tired and homesick, just travel light and return to your hometown with a simple heart! The shepherd would rather lose the wool than the sheep. Please remember that your safety is the comfort of your parents, your happiness is the happiness of your loved ones, and your smile is the best gift for your family. Ups and downs are the embellishment of our lives; Gougoukan is a test of our life. Wanderers in the distance, please turn all the burdens into faint songs, please turn all the sorrows into clouds and let them fly lightly.
Wanderer, when you embark on the journey home, you will find it feels good to go home; When you set foot on the soil of your hometown, you will find yourself surrounded by happiness; When you hold hands with your parents, you will find yourself facing the sea and spring is blooming; When you pick up the hot tea handed by your relatives, you will find that your heart has lifted all the shackles and danced lightly in the rising hot fog. ...
Spring Festival is coming, wanderers, hurry back to your hometown! Festive couplets are waiting for you to stick, red lanterns are waiting for you to hang, red stoves are waiting for you to sit around, local old wines are waiting for you to ponder, and special rice cakes are waiting for you to taste. Wanderer, hometown, there are enough reasons for you to fly to her.
In the misty rain and red dust, homesickness is endless, and homesickness is endless. This journey, the mountains are long and the waters are far away, and the next journey must be warm and affectionate. Listen, bum! In the wind, there is a quiet flute blowing, and a voice is calling you affectionately: "come back!" Come back! Wandering wanderer " ...
Pine trees in late autumn
In the early morning of late autumn, autumn scenery outside the window is charming and melancholy. The baptism of an autumn rain overnight made everything moist and fresh. A mist, like a dream, like a veil, wrapped around my sad heart. Since I left my hometown, I feel the beauty in the morning fog for the first time like my hometown.
The fog slowly dispersed, like a curtain opened in an instant, and the morning sun emerged silently in front of me. It changed from orange to a dazzling and bright sphere before it could look carefully.
Even so, the warmth of the sun still makes the lonely and cold heart feel a warm current surging.
A pine tree stands quietly in front of the building, emitting the beauty of loneliness, but feeling its deep loneliness.
In the sun, pine trees are as yellow as yellow flowers in midsummer, so beautiful, so fresh, so lonely and so sad.
Pine branches are clean and neat without redundant and cumbersome branches. Although there is a lot of wind and rain and a lot of wind and frost, no matter how heavy the wind and rain, pine trees never bend over. Regardless of the wind and rain, I proudly held my head high. The branches are still tenaciously stretching upward, showing its exuberant vitality.
Song seems to stretch out his arms, waiting for the sweet hug at that moment, looking forward to the solidification of happiness at that moment. Every pine needle is as hard as a needle, even if it turns yellow.
The yellow grass leaves, with their heads down, seem to be meditating, thinking about the prosperity of summer, and slowly adapting to the dullness after gorgeous. Autumn wind strikes, gently tearing the pain of missing hay.
Looking at yellow pine from a distance, it seems that I am also looking at myself. My youth has passed away, and I am slowly getting old in the silent years. There are no more words to describe it. It's like I'm standing there alone. The waiting for heart abuse is so long. Maybe there is an insurmountable river in front of everyone. Perhaps in this life, we can only watch the sadness after the prosperity is exhausted on the other side.
Like centuries, like a moment of change. In the shallow years, I am looking forward to an infinite reunion. Missing scenery has more or less regrets, but how can life be without regrets?
In the silent years, there is no rhetoric and not much passion. Only a quiet heart, precipitated experiences and forgotten memories.
I just wait and wait, I don't know how long it will take for the moment of love to come.
I just wait and wait, I don't know when I can reunite with my relatives.
I'm just waiting for you, I don't know which day my clear eyes will see through my fragile heart under my strong appearance.
I just wait around, wondering if happiness is getting closer. Silly waiting makes people cry.
Looking at the pine tree from a distance is so kind, just like a long-lost relative and the only confidant in the world of mortals.
At Songsong's side, the river makes no secret of its enthusiasm, still flowing freely, while Songsong is obsessed with being motionless between heaven and earth.
Song Jing's posture is so charming that Song is far away from the prosperity of the world and all worldly ecstasy and dusty memories.
Song waited obsessively. ......
At dawn, with the morning dew, the night fog condenses into dew, which is delicate and presents the warm luster of the sun. Song also showed its stubborn and charming aloof posture.
Every day, white clouds are always floating leisurely in the blue sky, and pine trees are still tall and straight, never changing their posture. Under the sunshine, pine presents classical beauty, not enchanting, not twisting the waist.
Every night, pine trees feel the touch of the wind, but radiate the brilliance of the moon. Enjoying the silence of the night, Songmeng blooms in the starry night sky, beautiful and desolate, and can't hide the faint sadness.
Autumn reverie
Blowing autumn wind, drenching autumn rain, warming the sunshine in late autumn, feeling the happiness and sadness brought by this season, wandering in reverie, without money and material desires, without power and politics, only a little sadness and youthful confusion!
Autumn rain falls silently, coming and going silently; Without the curtain of lightning and thunder, without the climax of the wind, everything becomes so euphemistic and lonely, but it always gives people a touch of sadness and sadness; Like a main theme, it always evokes a little memory of the past, joy and sorrow, gain and loss, right and wrong; Affection, friendship and love are disturbing, confusing and tangled. The rain penetrated the clothes and wet the hair tips, but it could not dilute the memory symbols. Let all the memories be sealed together with the fallen leaves in the rain, and become the cornerstone to accompany us through the distance of life!
The autumn wind blows down the leaves of rehmannia glutinosa, comforting the hard work of the earth, but leaving the branches to rely on alone. The change of seasons can always arouse our sadness about everything. The leaves are yellow, the flowers are faded, and everything becomes so logical. Time flies in the cycle of the four seasons, but the years make the face old! Every year is different, we can't stay in youth to keep the years, we can only let memories freeze the good times!
Autumn sunshine warms the face, but it can't soothe the loneliness and melancholy inside. The soul has nowhere to hide in the past and reality, dreaming of an idyllic scenery and encountering a yearning feeling: sunrise and sunset, watching the smoke from the kitchen, the taste of simple tea and light rice; Riding and herding sheep together, watching the autumn water and the sky together, watching the stars together, drinking a glass of homemade wine under the moon by the bridge and the thatched cottage. ...
The rings of the years are still going on, and everything has returned to the origin of life. Pack all your daydreams into your bags, continue to travel with youthful passion and strength, create miracles, and cast a glorious period.
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