Regret, always with some sadness, like a rain curtain woven by Jiangnan water town; Regrettably, I always miss the love between Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu. Regret always reveals a trace of sadness, as awesome as a thorny rose; Regret always exudes a mysterious atmosphere, which makes people unpredictable.
Many times, we always complain that dreams can't be realized, but we don't know that dreams are beautiful even if they can't be realized. If any dream can be realized easily, there will be no dream. This is a kind of regretful beauty, a kind of beauty that makes people feel sweet when they think of it and beautiful when they think of it.
Regret, always with some sadness, like a rain curtain woven by Jiangnan water town; Regrettably, I always miss the love between Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu. Regret always reveals a trace of sadness, as awesome as a thorny rose; Regret always exudes a mysterious atmosphere, which makes people unpredictable.
There are always regrets in life, just like not every river can flow into the sea, and not every day is a clear Wan Li, but it is such regrets that make our life full of color and romance. Feel every beauty in life, and don't regret for "regret".
Question 2: The composition "Regret is also a kind of beauty" Regret is also a kind of beauty.
I asked Buddha, "Why are there so many regrets in the world?"
Buddha said: "This is a whirling world, but it is a pity. I don't regret it, no matter how much happiness I give you, I won't feel happy. "
-Cangyang Jiacuo
In fact, regret is also a kind of beauty. Its beauty is shallowly embedded in the cracks of time, striking but not abrupt, as if its existence is so natural. Regret is a kind of beauty, which can be neither shocking nor unforgettable.
"Stone" is a swan song. It is fascinating, unparalleled in the world and shining with dazzling literary brilliance. However, something unexpected happened in the sky. Who would have expected that Cao Xueqin, the author of "The Story of the Stone", had the misfortune to drive a crane westward? At the same time, the author's death created a stone story-A Dream of Red Mansions, which is an eternal mystery. This unexpected regret made countless "red fans" helpless and infatuated with A Dream of Red Mansions, which made millions of people in later generations argue endlessly about it. It is a pity to complete the beauty of A Dream of Red Mansions, which is unrepeatable and even more beautiful than perfection. . . . . .
He, a brilliant young man, is full of poetry, while she, full of poetry and wisdom, is so well matched. They are incomparable and arrogant! When these two feelings were the strongest, he married her as he wished. He is the happiest man and she is the happiest woman. But! But! Things are always unsatisfactory, mom, the first person to come out and destroy happiness. She hit Yuanyang, completely ignoring the two of them, and mercilessly tore the soul of the two people into two halves. From this, "although there is a mountain alliance, it is difficult to believe in the brocade book", and this love has become a painful and sad history.
This beautiful love is fixed in Shen Yuan. This quietly preserved garden in the world has played a thousand-year sad songs. How many days and nights have Lu You and Tang Wan spent together! The reason why Shen Yuan's elegy is Shen Yuan's elegy is a thousand-year regret, and it is a mixture of love and hate. Perhaps, it is this sad regret that has made Lu Tang's true love! This regret makes people know more about Lu You and Tang Wan, and makes people cherish this fragility and sadness today!
"I don't regret it. No matter how much happiness I give you, I won't be happy." Regret is a kind of beauty, sadness does not hurt people, but ordinary but profound. ...
Regret is also a kind of beauty, just as "people have joys and sorrows/the moon has ups and downs/it is too late to finish/I wish people a long time/thousands of miles * * * Chanjuan"
Question 3: Writing regret is also a kind of beauty. There is no flower that never fades in life, and there is no eternal splendid scenery. Perfection is beautiful, but regret is also beautiful. It is the moonlight that illuminates the soul of the tortured, and it is also a good medicine to comfort the lonely.
Regret, always with some sadness, like a rain curtain woven by Jiangnan water town; Regrettably, I always miss the love between Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu. Regret always reveals a trace of sadness, as awesome as a thorny rose; Regret always exudes a mysterious atmosphere, which makes people unpredictable.
Life is full of plants and trees. There are many good things in life, and fiery youth can inspire infinite strength and refresh beautiful pictures. Yan Yan's green grass can add vitality to the earth and bring hope to life. However, youth will eventually die and the green grass will eventually wither. Behind many beautiful things in life, there are regrets without exception. However, isn't regret beautiful?
When God created everything, he didn't want the world to be perfect, because this perfection is not really perfect.
The coming of autumn brings not only the beauty of a bumper harvest, but also a kind of incomplete beautiful fallen leaves, which are separated from the glory of the past, and the scenery is gone, only dead leaves and shrinking tendons, but there is an inexhaustible beauty in this deformity.
If there is no "red peony in front of the stage, it will be a little disabled later." What a pity, how can there be the beauty of the ancients holding candles and enjoying flowers at night; If there is no regret that "people have joys and sorrows, the moon is full of rain and shine, and this matter is difficult to accomplish in the past", how can there be a good wish of "I hope people will live for a long time, thousands of miles away"? (article reading network: three smells)
Many times, we always complain that dreams can't be realized, but we don't know that dreams are beautiful even if they can't be realized. If any dream can be realized easily, there will be no dream. This is a kind of regretful beauty, a kind of beauty that makes people feel sweet when they think of it and beautiful when they think of it.
Regret, always with some sadness, like a rain curtain woven by Jiangnan water town; Regrettably, I always miss the love between Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu. Regret always reveals a trace of sadness, as awesome as a thorny rose; Regret always exudes a mysterious atmosphere, which makes people unpredictable.
There are always regrets in life, just like not every river can flow into the sea, and not every day is a clear Wan Li, but it is such regrets that make our life full of color and romance. Feel every beauty in life, and don't regret for "regret"
Question 4: A sweet dream in a narrative of about 800 words with regret as the topic. Many days, I will sit there alone, thinking about it with my chin cupped. I think I have been dreaming, a realistic dream, I am floating in my heart, enjoying some details of life, quarreling, willfulness, nonsense, and many dreams of sleeping peacefully. I know in my heart that there is an imperfect plot, but I can also compensate and cover it up with other happiness from the deepest part of my heart. Everyone's life is fundamentally their own, and then it belongs to the person they love. Because you brought him happiness, he also brought you happiness, so you * * * walked lightly together day after day. In the dream, a man suddenly appeared. He came over, patted you, and whispered to you with your familiar breath, "Open your eyes, wake up …" You heard his calm breathing and the singing of birds outside. Behind him is the shadow of azaleas that are blooming very well this year. Pink always reminds people of the popular pink world this year. I tried to open my eyes, but my consciousness couldn't keep up. The room is full of quiet shadows cast by friendly furniture, but somehow there are more strange feelings. As time goes by, it seems to start from such a seemingly ordinary day on the calendar. A pair of hands slowly pull you away from your past life. You always look back, and the expression of attachment stays in one moment after another when all the hands are beating. From that night on, I became deeply, deeply, and slowly drunk, drunk in a dreamless place, unwilling to wake up. My thoughts are getting farther and farther away, alternating day and night. After night, it is day. I have to tidy up my clothes, or go out into the noise of the city. The mood of the sun will gradually warm and bright, and then you will understand that no matter how your life changes, the world will always stand still, waiting for you to discover and re-explore. How can a small, single person change the truth of the world by changing his mind? Although there are regrets, loneliness and sighs, there are also sunshine and smiles, and there are moments when he mentions his heart again and again ... In the swaying dream, the subtle azalea, in its shadow, has some indescribable but realistic beauty, which slowly diffuses from it. This is the music being played, gentle and realistic. How long will it last? I don't know, but I'd rather indulge in such a gentle dream.
Question 5: Regret is also beautiful. 600 writers always have some regrets in their lives, from eating fried dough sticks without soy milk to raising children. People are always pursuing perfection, but holding it in their hands is just a fly in the ointment.
Regret is everywhere. People who get big oranges think it is sour, while those who get sweet oranges think it is small.
Some regrets are like a blunt knife, leaving only a shallow trace in the heart, while others are sharp nails, which make people regret it.
Once, there were regrets that bothered me.
When I was frustrated and extremely sad, I locked the door and curled up in my room to think silently.
Thinking about the beginning, process and ending of this setback, and then thinking about all kinds of setbacks before, I feel more stupid and regret every time. If I do better, if I take it more seriously. ...
Looking back carefully, I found that I made many mistakes. I tried to ignore them, but I couldn't.
I could have spent more time reciting the manuscript in that competition. However, because of my laziness, I got stuck on the stage and looked at the darkness under the stage. I was flustered and embarrassed. The silence of this moment makes my mind a mess. Although I stumbled back, I still regret this small mistake.
I prepared for the first exam for a long time. I memorized all my notes and checked them again and again. I started the exam with confidence, and stopped reading it after I finished writing it. But I missed a topic because of carelessness, and deducted three points for nothing! In addition, I made a mistake in a multiple-choice question, and I missed the rare full mark in Chinese. To make matters worse, I didn't even get the highest score in my class.
I pretended not to care about the selection, but I was secretly looking forward to it, but several outstanding students on the blackboard were far ahead. I'm a little disappointed, and I can't help wondering if my popularity is bad enough, what's more, I don't think their ability is much better than mine. I don't want to be jealous, but sometimes it does.
These regrets are really worth regretting and worrying about, especially when I am sad. Regret always pours sulfuric acid into my heart, which corrodes me. ...
Gradually, these regrets have become the past, and I still bear all kinds of setbacks. One morning, I lamented that although the noodles for breakfast were full, there was only soy sauce without seasoning.
Those regrets that once made me miserable now seem to have completely turned into things I don't know. Thinking of them, I recall my past youth and feel more satisfied.
Isn't there a saying?
Life without regrets is the most regrettable.
It is a pity that Venus with a broken arm, though incomplete, has a different kind of beauty.
Maybe at first, I will regret it, but as time goes by, they are more like signs to witness my growth. Although they are ugly, like abrupt scars on the skin, it is these wounds that make me a complete and fresh person and have a beautiful life.
Regret, like dark chocolate, is bitter and sweet.