Listen to music at midnight: Love is a cup of wine that everyone can get drunk

On a quiet night, it began to rain again. Through the fuzzy glass, I looked at the hazy part outside the window. The ticking rain gently touched my heart. Sleeping at night, listening to the wind blowing and rain, the tenderness is deep into my dream. I sat alone in front of the screen, listening to Yan Xu’s sad song “Love is drunk to everyone”, which was performed with deep feelings. I shook my glass and drank Shaoxing old wine, intoxicated in the twilight. A woman’s tears are drunk every drop/a man’s heart is broken when rubbing/Love is tired and hate is tired/don’t love or hate no taste/Don’t say you are wrong/Don’t say I am right/gratitude and resentment there is no right or wrong/The Mystery of Life/how many people can guess right/love this cup of wine everyone can get drunk/Don’t say that you are wrong/Don’t say that I am right/no right or wrong/The Mystery of Life/how many people can guess right/Love no one can get drunk with this glass of wine. This is the ending song of the TV series “women in ancient villages. The catchy melody and easy-to-understand lyrics directly express the feeling of love that makes women cry, makes men heartbroken, makes people tangled, tired but hard to let go. The singing is sometimes delicate and melodious, sometimes high-pitched and loud, singing the love and hatred of men and women in the world of mortals. A Song of helplessness of love touched my feelings, shook off my tears, just like a drop of rain slips into my heart sea, stirring up waves of tears, throbbing heart, unable to calm down. Once the sea was difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Everyone has his own unforgettable love. In the past sea, the initial comfort was like a dreamy feeling. The beauty when I first saw it still appeared before my eyes. Your tranquil and sweet smile is just like the peach blossom blooming in the gentle wind and drizzle, which makes my eyes beautiful and touches my heart. That kind of excitement, that kind of Sprout, made you love me. The road is long, people are far away, one end of the world, one corner, across thousands of mountains and rivers, I miss you in my dream, miss you in my heart. The meaning is so sweet and the love is so deep that how many words sway through the fingers and become beautiful poems. If it was not the previous life agreement, how could the vast crowd meet you? If it is not the fate of this life, how can you have the same path in Yingying years? You are destined to be a legend in my life. After years, the heart of no longer young has not had too many dreams, but along the way, there are still many unwillingly entangled in the heart, unable to express and difficult to tell. Passing away, leaving only sadness. At first, the love which aroused my heart, like the instant beauty of fireworks, has passed away quietly. The beauty and touch of the past have become passing clouds. But the shadow shining in my heart is still clear, and what flows in my heart is still the attachment and reluctance. In the interweaving of love and hate, in the entanglement of love and resentment, how many love seas have withered, how many love threads have been broken, how many liver and intestines have been broken, and how many faces have become old. It lasts forever and sometimes ends, and this hatred is endless. What is love? Everyone’s interpretation is different. For me, love is a kind of worry that is haunted by my soul. Love is a kind of unforgettable miss that cannot be pulled out from the depth of love. It can make people crazy, and it can also make people crazy. Anyone who drinks the Cup of love must be drunk! What is love in the world? Teach people life and death! Love is just like a poppies swaying in the wind. It is enchanting to bloom coldly and charming, sending out Irresistible fragrance. After a deep suck of greed, the heart is drunk! In countless days and nights, I used to anesthetize myself with alcohol constantly, but I was tortured by pain again and again, and my body was covered with bruises. In the deserted corner, I once cried sadly. I used to tap the keyboard to pour out tears to comfort my injured heart and bury this feeling in the deep of my soul. Maybe some fate is destined to end. A deep-rooted love is always a love full of twists and turns and regrets. It is just like a romantic love song, with sadness and regret in sadness and beauty. Maybe this disappointment will make me understand the twists and turns of love. Looking back suddenly, although I experienced disappointment and regret, I gained another kind of touch and happiness. Love is in my heart, drunk in my dream. The bright yellow wine under the lamp was seducing me. I raised my glass and looked up to drink it up again! Everyone says that drinking will make you drunk, and drinking will hurt your health, so you can’t drink more. I said, love is more likely to make people drunk than wine, and it can also make people heartbroken! Love is as rich as old wine which contains the old girl’s red wine in, lingering in my heart. No one can get drunk with the wine of love, but in front of the secular world, no one can resist the temptation of the wine of love. Love is a cup of wine, everyone must be drunk. But how many people will get drunk with the Cup of love? Love, no one is right or wrong, love, no right or wrong. Only who loves who is more, only who hurts who is deeper. Fate is born, everything is the arrangement of fate. In my life, in my life, love has been abandoned constantly, and love has been regained constantly, going round and round. When I am drunk, I will see the flickering light in the cup and count my past in this life. Only when I have loved can I know deeply, and only when I am drunk can I know how strong the wine is. Some people say that a life without regrets is not a real life, but I really don’t know where my fate is? It is hard for me to say how much I have lost? It is also difficult for me to measure what I have got? The gentle breeze and drizzle outside gently knocked on the glass on the window, as if telling my beautiful and sad love stories one by one in the past. I don’t know how much romance has passed in my life? How many true feelings in my life have disappeared in the wind and rain? Women’s tears get drunk with one drop/men’s hearts are broken with one RUB/Love is tired and hate is tired/don’t love or hate no taste listen to music at midnight, singing is flying. Listening to the melancholy melody and sad melody, I stretched out my hand and filled the glass again. I raised my hand and poured out the wine in the glass. When you are drunk, you can see the world of mortals. I always thought that if something was put down, I would never remember it again. But the long life has accumulated too many Spoony feelings, and my heart tears slide quietly on the keyboard with the ups and downs of songs and the rain. I wiped the tears off my face casually, lit a cigarette for myself with a lighter, and tried to find myself in the mist. The drunk of love, the drunk of love, the cup is full of tears, the hate is also drunk, the pain is also drunk, the Cup has aftertaste. Love is like a glass of wine. Everyone can get drunk. I am drunk in my difficult feelings. I am drunk in the thousand years. I am drunk on the road of love. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Ink is not inkstone, and I have thanked you

Tears floated in the wind and turned into a letter, recording the past for me, reading the yellowed thoughts that could not be sent, and permeating the restless memories in the rain —- inscription by the young man who was alone in the morning and caught the wind in the distance, there was a trace of sadness left on his flawless cheek, looking at the sky chasing kites quietly. Who was worrying about who? This period of time you gave, because you have no regrets, so you have no hesitation. If you have a chance to meet each other, please remember to say goodbye to me when you turn around! (1) The curtain starts slowly. The sunshine is just right. You said, the sunshine is sunny, the fleeting time is lonely, and we just meet each other. The morning sun shone on the desk through the window, mottled the ink on the textbook. I frowned, threw down my pen, and extended my sight along the vein of sunshine. What broke into my eyelids was a sleeping side face, breathing gently, all of a sudden, I really want to guard the silence as deep as night, stunned, looking at the light to outline your perfect face, I can’t help writing a pen, and there are four words on the paper: warm and cool as jade. You wake up quietly when you don’t have time to take back the sight of exploration. Your eyes overlap. You are shocked. Only for a moment, you will determine the radian of the corners of your mouth. Your eyes have the purity and cleanness that I can’t say, like a newborn baby, it makes people feel pitiful and lazy to get up, leaving me only the natural and unrestrained back at the end of the sunshine, your casual smile, eternal years. (Ii) misty and rainy, which coincides with the fleeting year, you said, it is worth nine days of rain. The child who had been used to the weather here was temperamental. Looking at the continuous autumn rain outside the curtain, he couldn’t help sighing and smiling bitterly. Fortunately, his roommate told him to bring an umbrella, tidy up books and stand at the door of the library before going out, looking at the ripples caused by raindrops around my feet, I like to walk into the rain and fog quietly and feel the artistic conception given by God. When you appear, I am holding an umbrella and preparing to leave. You say, classmate, is it convenient to give me a ride? I looked up, indulged in your slightly hoarse voice, and couldn’t help sighing: The world is really small, and you always let me off guard. I smiled and passed the umbrella to you. It was the first time to get along with a boy in such a way. I lowered my head and remained silent. You were wearing a pair of black and white Nike sneakers, once my younger brother wanted me to buy a pair for him, but I thought he couldn’t control this pair of shoes. Now it seems that you look so natural wearing this pair of shoes, as if he made it for you, what I didn’t find was that along the road you took, I didn’t step into a puddle, and my coat was not wet at all, which was much better than my own umbrella. Finally, you sent me back to the dormitory, and the umbrella was left to you. You smiled gently and said, thank you. I looked at your far-away back with a red face, which seemed harmonious and warm in the gray sky no matter how I looked. I didn’t tell you that under the purple umbrella in your hand, filled with my dreams and woven fairy tales. (3) hold a handful of Moonlight. You can say that Moonlight has temperature and life also has heat, so don’t be afraid. You will never be alone. That night, I lost my loved ones; That night, you came slowly through the moonlight, like an angel falling into the earth. You walked on the quiet Bluestone Road on campus with a guitar. At night, quiet makes people feel distressed. I huddled up on the wooden chair beside the road, hiding in the shadow of the tree. I knew that I must be like a clown at this moment, with red and swollen eyes and tears on my face, the intermittent sobs seemed so abrupt. You stood on my left and handed me a handkerchief. I looked up. Was it my fault? There was some tenderness and indulgence in your clear eyes? I didn’t pick it up. I buried my head on my knees and felt I was sitting in front of me with you, Your voice is quiet and low, you say, girl, it seems that this is not the first time we meet! You stroked my hair, I raised my head, and you wiped the wet tears on my face carefully. Under the moonlight, you were like an elf without any dust, and the cold light hit your face and shoulder, I look. In a flash, I felt the world was silent and my heart was quiet; Then, I leaned on the wooden chair casually and looked at the cold half-string Moon. You said, remember, this is the temperature of Moonlight, even in the dark night, life is warm. No matter what grievances or difficulties you encounter, you must be strong. Tears are only suitable for the weak. I still think smiles are more suitable for you, you sent it to me with the moonlight in your hand, which was sincerely irresistible. At that moment, you were the Angel of the moon in your heart. You should have just finished the class. I didn’t say anything. Seeing you take off the guitar, you ER, the clear string sound like a mountain spring flowed into your heart. A wound in your heart seemed to heal slowly, after a long time, I realized that under the lonely moonlight, the song played by the angelic boy was called “City of the Sky”. I think this is also a long time in the future and even now, the reason why I am paranoid about guitar and crazy about the city of sky with wooden guitar version! (4) If you don’t come, how dare I leave? I often ask myself: you have never said goodbye to me, then can I humbly think that there is still a chance to meet again? One day, locust flowers were fragrant, warm and gentle, suitable for encounter, but vaguely rendered the atmosphere of parting. Running out of the library with a pile of books in my arms, I kept complaining about the abnormal papers assigned by the teacher in my heart, so when I bumped into others, my brain crashed for several seconds, and in a trance, there was a kind of mint scent breaking into my nose, very comfortable, I just had to lower my head to pick up the book, but I forgot to look up to see who was hitting. When I took the book you handed me, I lowered my head and said, “sorry, thank you, thank you for patting my head gently and saying, girl, why are you so reckless? I will see the road in the future. I raised my head and smiled foolishly. It’s not an illusion. It’s really you! My companions urged you to leave. I vaguely heard that you were going to pick up files. Standing there, I couldn’t move. There were repeated files, files and files in my mind? Are you leaving? Will I never see you again in this school? I ran out of the library and wanted to stop you from asking if you really wanted to leave, but I could only hold a book and stay there, watching you gradually disappear in my pupil, the book in your arms also includes the temperature of your fingertips and the faint fragrance of mint; You wore a white T-shirt and dark blue jeans that day, and your feet were still those black and white Nike sneakers. You looked so dazzling under the sun, when the breeze came, my hair danced mischievously. At that time, I just wanted to write down four sentences: a gentleman is as warm as jade, the breeze winds around the green silk, and the evil hooks smile on his lips, and the whole garden spring is dim. (V) taking photos after years can’t afford the waste of time. I like to walk alone on the secluded Bluestone Road on campus in a quiet night and ask the moon if you are living well now, will you still remember me? Since then, I have never seen you again. There is no library, no self-study room, no basketball court, no fat Bluestone Road. I still like to hang out on campus with umbrellas when it rains, but I still haven’t seen you. I didn’t tell you. I miss you. I really want! I miss you baby-like pure eyes, you miss your smile on the corners of your mouth, you miss you call me girl in a low voice. I have never told anyone why I don’t reject basketball any more suddenly, and I like to watch the running Genie on the basketball court quietly: dribble, dribble and three-step basket. The last time I saw you was on the basketball court, and you were invited to participate in the fellowship match, but when I arrived, the game was over. I had never seen you playing basketball, but I finally missed it. I almost found you from the crowd at a glance. You talked to me and my companions with your back, I am more mature and handsome than before. I want to say hello to you, lift my feet and take it back again. My body is drained and leaned on the poplar tree on the roadside like oxygen, there is a blue figure beside you. She holds your mug in her hand and your light gray coat in her arms. Maybe even you haven’t found it, you see her unspeakable spoil and tenderness in her eyes watching you get on the bus and leave, I slowly slide down the trunk, squatting on the roadside, You Once Said smile is more suitable for me, but I finally cried. Between us, it seems that you are always leaving and I am waiting for you. So what I see is always your invisible back from clear to vague, I think it will be the last time, from now on, even to see you The back will become a luxurious thing (VI) youth has passed away, and there are too many memories talking in the heart almost every girl has ever cared about a person and paid close attention to him in adolescence, he secretly liked it sweetly and sadly. In his memory, he could be a classmate, a friend, a neighbor, or even a stranger who didn’t know his name. Maybe many years later, his face had been worn out in her mind, but every time he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him would be the warm faint smile around his mouth, the person’s mint-like cool breath will drift across the nose in a trance. After years, maybe even I can’t tell whether I fell in love with that handsome young boy or that beautiful time. On the bookmark of that time, perhaps there is only a pair of clear eyes, a deep figure and a pleasant voice left. In fact, what time erases is only memory, while what is eternal is that the heart is not willing to be infatuated and sentimentally attached. Grinding inkstone, writing, silent pain hit me, memory was blank for a moment, and it turned out that the tea was already gone, but I was still sinking in it and didn’t wake up. Since when did our world begin to be strange? But now I am willing to turn into a meteor, passing through your dream Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

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Recently, there are troubles, and I always want to find a corner of Pure Land to shake off. Thinking over and over again, I unconsciously came to the back mountain of the past. Not Houshan Jingmei but can someone Qingxin. In fact, this is an empty mountain, without the poetic charm of winding paths and seclusion, let alone the elegance of the pool shadow and empty people. However, whenever my heart is disturbed by the dust, I will come here to clear all my mind. Every time I was greeted by an old man, who was old but very tough. What he did not forget most was that his snow-like beard was dancing in the wind, and the Prophet and generosity of a wise man were floating in his brow. I haven’t spoken yet, but he has understood my mind. I am very sorry that I always greet his smile with my sad face every time. What is more regretful is that I seem to burst into tears this time! But I couldn’t, so I didn’t look at him directly, but dodged away instantly. He still smiled, but quietly, just waiting for me to speak. I told him that I was in a bad mood recently, and I couldn’t get rid of it. No one could get rid of it! He is still laughing, as if it makes me smile without sorrow, but I can’t. Therefore, I didn’t laugh. I couldn’t laugh out that he didn’t have too much language. He just took me along the rugged mountain road to appreciate his masterpiece. There was a clumsy jujube tree on the roadside, which he said was his most proud achievement. The reason was that it used to be a seedling left in the crack, but it grew well under his care. Behind the jujube tree was a more unconspicuous Elm. It was already deep winter, and the dead branches of a tree were curling in the cold wind without any vitality. But he said it was a strong tree. It had been working hard, but I was a little far-fetched. Finally, we came to a vegetable garden in deep winter. If there were no plastic greenhouse with modern technology, it would be very difficult to expect the lush green in our eyes. Indeed, it was a bleak world. There was no melon, red fruit and green, no bees surrounding butterfly array, but some withered yellow scattered sparkly. My mood was extremely lonely. Finally, he went straight to the topic. Do you still remember the sight you cast along the way? Jujube tree read disdain from your eyes, Elm tree caught indifference on the corner of your mouth…… However, those yellow vegetables in the vegetable garden were burned by your disappointed eyes in the expectation of awards. But they didn’t say anything, just doing their own things silently. Don’t you think they are all worthy of respect? When the wind and rain come, use your own body to stop it. When the haze comes, use your heart to stop it. This is the philosophy of all living beings. A gust of cold wind passed by, and I felt two worms wriggling on my face…… Then, looking at the smile between his eyebrows, I also raised the corner of my mouth. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

I had a beautiful meal

When you step into the famous Linxia land called Chinese wheat Plus, you will certainly be attracted by the strong local folk custom, and the most memorable thing is the slurry water surface. Pulp water surface, commonly known locally as GA sour rice, is a kind of food culture popular among the folk in Gansu, while the pulp water surface in Linxia has a special flavor. Slurry water is to use local fresh vegetables such as fresh cabbage, Lotus and so on. The best is the local fresh clover, cut it and wash it, pour it into the pot and fry it with cold water, scoop it into the jar, add some old slurry water as the lead, then wrap it around the jar with cotton to make it not leak hot air, and it will be brewed after three days of fermentation. When making the slurry water surface, first add two bowls of slurry water into the boiling pot and mix them together as appropriate. After boiling, pull the noodles and boil them well, or separate the slurry water and the dough and cook them in the pot, and then use clear oil to fry the green onion, mix it into the pot and sprinkle some cilanthus, then you can eat it. It tastes sour and fragrant on the surface of the slurry. It is better to eat a bowl especially after drinking. It can relieve alcohol and refresh brain and help digestion; If you are tired of meat with strong oil taste, you will have a great appetite once you eat it. In addition, the local people also eat slurry vegetables as cool dishes in summer, which can remove heat and relieve summer heat. Linxia people often treat their relatives and friends in the water, and the hospitable hosts are the Hui nationality and Dongxiang nationality. When you walk into the farmhouse courtyard, the enthusiastic host will hug you on the kang, put you on the kang table, present a bowl of three batteries, boil water of peony flowers, and serve delicious fried pancakes, let you chat while eating, and then serve a plate of cooked large beef and mutton, or a plate of steaming cooked chicken; When you eat greasy, then serve a bowl of slurry water, add more oil to splash red chili pepper, taste it, and immediately the taste is sour and spicy, and there is no greasy smell. If you are interested in it, you may as well go to Linxia to have a taste and have a taste, and experience the original taste of food culture in person! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…