The initial comfort, like a dreamy feeling, smiles, smiles, like a spring breeze, like a drizzle. That kind of beating, that kind of budding, like a flame, ignited that endless yearning.
Thinking, with a sweet and salty taste, I miss the clouds of Wushan in my leisure time in the once sea. The boundless love suddenly changed and his passion was broken. How many inches is it broken? I left a bitter yearning, a depressing sadness, and I used wine to drown my sorrows, and all I got was the tears of acacia when I drank wine.
I can't help but think of Rong Ruo's sentence, "If life is just like the first time, why not draw a fan in the west wind?" It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. "
The sentence "Life is just like seeing it for the first time" is written so profoundly that it has become a memory of the past, and now I think it is only that sentence. The beauty I touched for the first time is hazy in my mind, that kind of melancholy, that kind of regret, that kind of heavy pain in my heart. In the drizzle night, I left with tears, and my eyes disappeared in the decline of this vast world of mortals. I don't remember the full moon and the lack of the moon that night, but I remember that the beauty that once existed has disappeared, and there is no ... past ... tears ... injury. ...
Passing each other, like the beauty of fireworks, has quietly passed away. Take care of yourself, that's all for now. Who doesn't cherish it? Who will regret it? There are thousands of miles in the world.
Again remind of Rong Ruo's words, "Who is cool when the west wind blows alone? The rustling yellow leaves close the window and miss the past, and the sun sets. I was so drunk that I fell asleep in the spring that I spilled tea on books. At that time, this was just a normal phenomenon. "
At that time, only Tao was ordinary, who had cherished the beauty they had, and who could forget the affection they had. Vow "We hope to fly in the sky, two birds grow together on the ground with the same wing, two branches of a tree." Can't stand the test of "if two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later." With the passage of time, the waiting for "one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure" has ended. In the world of two people, there is no such thing as "asking the world what love is and teaching life and death to be committed".
However, on the other side of the buried relationship, facing the sea, I still left that Wushan cloud in my heart. Although time can fade, we can't forget that the beauty of the past has become a lingering miss.
Maybe we can temporarily forget it in the noise of the crowd, but when a person calms down, the right and wrong in the chaos can't help but come to mind. "It's no use until you miss it, but how can it lighten my heart! ."
How many people in the world can feel the taste of "life is like seeing for the first time"? Then why are there so many "extraordinary pottery at that time"? "since ancient times, love has been more than hate." In the mutual reflection on previous feelings, reminiscence is nothing more than "the past is empty and still like a dream."
Things are like white clouds and pale dogs, changing rapidly. "It's easy to change, it's easy to change." Fate comes and goes, people always turn back, and beauty disappears. Heartache, but can only be helpless, suddenly look back, clear tears and dark play. The moon is full of rain and shine, people have joys and sorrows, and those love-hate relationships that have been disturbed one after another are like an eastward river.
Many years later, whenever I think about it, I may have that once thought and a burst of heartache, but this incomplete beauty has cast a layer of melancholy beauty on your life. To recall, want to go back to the past, go back to the first time, if life is like the first time.
Flowers bloom brilliantly on the branches, and the lingering fragrance after withering is also memorable. Love, miss, tears, pain, leaving only a faint fragrance, lingering thoughts, buried deep in my heart, recalling the original beauty of the past.
If life is first seen, the Tao is ordinary. The beauty of the past has turned into a mirror, and my eyes are drooping. Looking back there, flowers bloom and spring has gone, which is heaven and earth.
Hope to adopt