Of course, The Book of Songs is not a collection of love poems. But when people mentioned the Book of Songs later, they just said without thinking: "My fair lady, a gentleman is good."
Pure love, lingering through the ages, just like Meng Yi and Li Fei in the myth, is all about fulfilling the vows that have been made. This plot is deja vu and dreamlike. When I woke up, I was still disappointed. "Life and death are rich, the son inherits his father's business, holds the hand of the son, and grows old with the son." Both of them are rich in iron clothes and jade, and both of them are in love. I don't know what will happen today or tomorrow, and then I apologize at the top of my lungs: "Now, please forgive me, I can't do it. The distance between life and death is too far, and you and I have been separated for too long. It's not that I don't want to keep the oath between you and me. " Farewell is farewell, farewell is farewell.
This is the Book of Songs, which is sad for the pure truth and beauty. This is the verifiable first love.
I often fantasize that friendship can be so pure. Let the gesture of love be fixed at the farthest time: at that time, women were ashamed to take the liberty to "hold silk" for men; Men don't have to care about so-called politeness, justice and shame to avoid being happy with Iraqis. ...
China people have always attached importance to the system, which is obviously incompatible with "unrestrained" free love.
The development of Confucianism in Song and Ming Dynasties was far from the original intention of Confucius. "Innocence" became "evil", "nature" became "distracting thoughts", and he was ordered to "resist desire" for love. From then on, men and women hesitated about love and dared not speak, which developed into the so-called "Chinese love".
"Chinese love" has gradually evolved into a tradition with a special style, which has been passed down from generation to generation. It is interwoven with tragedy and beauty and runs through the whole history of China literature.
"Chinese love" is always so subtle. Even if you love her so much that you don't want to think about it, turn a blind eye and show no emotion. It seems that love, in this ancient country, is reserved and humble. "People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze" is like a mantra, which is repeated by many people flatly, but there is no ripple in their hearts.
But love, you really can't touch it. It hurts when you touch it.
When I met Lu You, I first knew his words, "I never forgot to tell you about my family's sacrifice." I know that his inner country is no longer sad, so I can't close my eyes. What kept him unsatisfied was the love that died when he was young.
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years.
No, no, no!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books.
Mo, Mo, Mo!
Everything is inferior. Only in the era of high education, only by doingno. 1 can people's value be reflected, and they will have enough light and will not live up to all good wishes. The love between children is insignificant compared with the responsibility on a man's shoulders.
Blame Liu Mu for being hard-hearted. The director staged a bloody Peacock Flying Southeast. Blame the fortune teller for talking nonsense and breaking up Yuanyang. Since then, we have lived far apart. We live far apart, but we still miss each other, and it still hurts to think of it.