Stay the lights dim

Fifteen yuan night, stars like rain, Phoenix Xiao move, Jade pot turn. At the dim light, the profile of the woman in Yuanxi looked like a surprise; Many years later, Su Lizhen in “In the Mood for Love” smiled lightly like a dragonfly in the dim yellow and ambiguous light at the corner, we are on the other side of a city. The distance between time and space creates an enduring hazy beauty. If we take a step closer or the light is brighter, that amorous feeling may have been greatly reduced, the beauty is still the same, but the heart changes with the environment. The mystery in the early days is much less. Why not leave a distance to appreciate each other, appreciate the lingering charm outside the poem, the lingering feeling outside the string, and the lingering interest outside the object. Chinese poetry is good at creating artistic conception, or romantic and uninhibited, or sentimental literati and mockers. In their world, mountains can be shy, water can be emotional, flowers can be frivolous, leaves can be sad for autumn, they deliberately keep a certain distance between the body and nature, and use their souls to feel and describe the pulse and breath of all things. What they pursue is not only the truth, but also the aspiration, it is the truth that is most loyal to beauty. The limitation of career gives more freedom to the spirit. Even if there is only a faint flower and shadow swaying in front of me, the White Lotus Flower can still be folded, the Willow Moon on the shore is like Frost, and the dust in the eyes is narrow, the bed is wide with nothing to worry about. The distance makes the poem get rid of the bondage of the rules and regulations, leaving an endless spring scenery. The distance between poetry and reality is brewing for immortality. Can the emotional distance only be equated with estrangement and pain? Hedgehog wanted to get close to each other to keep warm but was hurt by each other’s thorns. The same was true for emotion. Facing each other day and night, he could not realize that once the emotion was everywhere, it was like fermented liquor, becoming stronger and stronger. Only travellers can understand homesickness and have a real sense of home. Some people try hard to stay in a foreign land all their lives, and travel all their lives. At the crossroads, the choice is always the path to a foreign land. On the surface, they lost their family affection and family, which is far from the case. Distance will induce thoughts about oneself, the starting point and destination of life from the opposite side, so it evokes continuous missing. These are really a group of emotional ascals, sacrifice youth to pursue the deep-rooted yearning for home, and go far away regardless of all the falsity. There is no home, and home is everywhere. The most beautiful scenery will always live on the other side, and what you can play carefully will become all mountains and rivers. This distance is a tacit understanding and a commitment. By abiding by the agreement, you can enjoy the scenery on the other side for a long time, go beyond the established distance and step on that land. You may find that the fairyland in your memory is just a desolate and dilapidated island. In fact, why do you insist? Hard to be confused, hard to be confused. With a little distance, we can still Pet the dead branches into spring and Crane hair into children’s face. In today’s day-to-day improvement of the moon landing plan, we are still willing to love the moon far away, her henge, her lair, and the never-tired guiser, even if we know that the surface of the moon is bumpy, full slag taste. Because of the flowing tiles of the Moon, countless happy and sad dreams have been decorated. Between tens of thousands of light years, the moon is still the moon, and I am still me. Hedgehog knows how to keep a proper distance to warm each other. Why do we insist on destroying the distance with good things? Sometimes, between imperfect reality and perfect imagination, choosing the latter is not negative self-Anesthesia. The angle of beauty is free. Only when you are free can you strive to live a better life. Li Yishan once had the wonderful words of leaving residual Lotus to listen to the sound of rain. He never took residual Lotus as the medium, and talked with rain through a layer of beautiful Association, which made people fascinated. Then, it would be better to stay in the dim light, and see that the Yi people are always there. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Years are quiet, my heart is safe

Years are quiet, my heart is safe

Time is like a river, some people and some things are separated on both sides without any trace. In the coming and going years, time is always easy to throw people away, colorful and prosperous, all of which are just a lost dream. Text: some trivial matters at hand are always put aside, too lazy to continue. Some expectations in the bottom of my heart are always silent and hard to present. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with being at ease. When you are at leisure, you have a lot of time to think about it. What you want is perfect. In fact, it will not be perfect at any time. You see, in good weather, the sun reappears, I finally became quiet again. The self in the mirror becomes more and more peaceful. I really want to write some happy little days, but that kind of feeling is fleeting, far from staying longer in my heart with sadness. I haven’t boiled red beans into lingering wounds for you, and then share them together. I will understand more about the sorrow of lovesickness. Seeing this paragraph of words is so wonderful and delicate, like the smoke curling up, which makes people sentimental. I suddenly like it. When talking about lovesickness from generation to generation, you are never tired of satisfaction. All living beings are affectionate and have not seen all the scenery yet. How can you bear to let go? Sometimes, I believe everything has an end. Gathering together and leaving, there is an end, nothing is immortal. The space repeatedly played songs carefully selected by itself, telling them. But sometimes, I would rather choose to miss it than let it go. When the scenery is clear, maybe you will accompany me to see the details. The slight sadness is a deep attachment. Women really only desire for a real shoulder and an imaginary promise, but this really needs to wait until the wind blows, the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone, only then can you see the final wind, clear moon and blooming flowers. If you can’t wait for the day when you can see through the scenery? Or maybe it has been seen through before the scenery begins, so what should it be? This really makes people so desperate and desolate. Time see, life love. A period of love, bosom friend. A pot of wine will last forever. One heart will never forget. Sail past the best, not’s Trace, bustling cleared, dream be no way. Hold the Dream to the moon and turn it into smoke. Looking forward to the Spoony of the three lives, I will keep a yearning in the flower path. The amazing looking back of the sentimentally attached, inlaid a cavity of passion in the Peach Blossom. Aftertaste the lingering heart song, pour a lonely sigh in the stream. A love is lingering in the summer. Your appearance is fixed in a pool of blue waves. Standing behind the season, singing the sadness lightly. The touch between fingers is the voice of others. I began to review whether the quietness I boasted over the past year was true as I expected, and I looked through the records closely related to it, although I can’t go back to the scene and mentality when I wrote like that, I can still tell myself for sure that it is not the scattered feather floating in the deep of the lamp flower, but beautiful but light, but with the expectation of not wanting to break the years, in the expression which was branded by time, the loneliness of those things and people was weakened meticulously. Reading other people’s words always makes me feel a little touched. For that scene, for that love.. We are all wandering in loneliness and prosperity, looking for a trace of warmth in indifference.. Different people leave deep and shallow traces in our hearts. Someone always leaves, someone always comes. However, passing by in a hurry also brings a wisp of care, sending away a heart fragrance.. From my old words and music, I can only give birth to the warmth of missing. This season makes people Bright and sad, I wish this is still my endless full and rich years. Began to fall in love with quiet. Tranquility is a kind of beauty of solitude. We bid farewell to the noise of the world, return our heart to the pure land of emotion, open our hearts and accompany with words. At this moment, the worldly annoyance went far away, and there was only one person in the world. Therefore, I used words to wrap these broken thoughts around my fingertips, hoping to leave myself a gentle forever. Happy and calm… Years are quiet, and my heart is safe. 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…