If we meet in the next life

The colorful time, too late to make any preparations, let the mood once ended. In fact, even if you have ideas, it is just a deep shock to wake up the Dreamers. Moving the turning pointer, gently engraved your name, feeling the time change in a hurry, flowers are not flowers, shore is not shore. How to keep the oath of this life. I like that the Moonlight is hazy, just like the feelings between you and me. I don’t see through, guess through, love each other silently, but I don’t have to know each other. I like that the night sky is quiet, just like the collision of two hearts. Without words, I use a unique tacit understanding to merge the intersection of Hearts and listen to the most real dialogue. I like that the summer wind is soft, just like your smile, gently touching the soft heartstrings, ringing the beautiful melody, passing through my ears. Love, but also afraid, pain, but also clear, the brand of heart is deeply buried in a certain place, dare not come close, dare not make any noise, at this moment, it is good to give all my heart once. I don’t expect a perfect curtain call. I only wish that I can stay together silently and silently through time, distance and time. One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit, one sigh, one life for one person. Waving the years, it seems like a distant world, the deep love in the red dust is like a pool of water, maybe, you don’t know, when the warm breath overflows back to the body and mind, love is a song that can’t be sung, it will never end. Although it involves thousands of mountains and rivers, it also blows and falls through the wind. What is gratifying is that I know the joy of finding my way back and letting my emotions find Harajuku. The only regret is that I Aquacome seamless. When the years pass gently and fate comes and goes, my heart is still filled with a care and an eternal blessing for you! I really miss you! Do you know? Every night has a miss, every miss has a you! Repeated plot, in my mind, over and over again, no end. The overlap of thoughts, on the road, staggered changes, there is focus. I can’t forget the joys and sorrows on your face, the long-hidden heart of parting, the memory playing a message, playing the goodbye we said, suddenly feeling a little helpless heart pain, but I still let you go, let you go, maybe I give you the best tenderness! Having you in your heart all the way is the perfect connection of emotion, undetected uneasiness and joy. I cut the fragments of memory and decorate the days in a quiet way. In the season of tenderness, we once had an agreement to watch each other’s feelings silently, regardless of sorrow and joy or clutch. I sit on the fragrance and fold the days about you. My eyes are thin as the roads of the river. From north to south, from south to north, your shadow is overflowing in my eyes. The detailed complaint between Flowers shows some thoughts in my heart, and I sing its beauty with all kinds of tenderness! A dream of Chihiro. If we can still meet in the next life, we will meet in my most beautiful years. I am wearing long hair shawls and full of poetry. At that time, I was first involved in the world, and my heart was not stained with any dust. You hear me sing softly, you see my petals rise to my shoulder. You guess my eyebrows are clear, you ask me to trust the front. I said nothing with a smile. If we can still meet in the next life, we will meet in a fragrant River, the wind is warm and the flowers are blooming. I accompanied the willow hedge to waving, chasing Ziying in the wind. I told you that even if the sky can be old, I can’t take away what we said. Even if the land can be barren, it cannot rewrite the forest garden in your heart. I don’t want to ask what happened before. I don’t have to know anything about the future. As long as you know what’s on my mind, as long as I cherish our heart. If we can meet in the next life, you must accompany me to watch fireworks and see the most gorgeous bunch missed in this life. I have always been willing to believe that those fireworks can fly with my dreams and tell the stars all over the sky that there is only one name in my heart, that is your name and only one wish, I hope I can meet you all the time. No matter whether the next life can meet or not, on every cycle of birth and death road, I will hide a branch of flowers on the other side. Some people say that its fragrance can remind people of all kinds of previous life. I am willing to give myself into myth, write into the legend and bring your thoughts to life. Change my heart, for your heart, I have a deep memory at first. Far away, the falling flowers flying all over the sky are my possession. Let your heart go to the end of the world. I wish you a good life. May you smile when you see each other many years later, I waited for the next corner at a brisk pace and cherished the sound of the sunny daylight channel.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

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Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

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The dangerous relationship in the wind, flowers and snow

I always like to watch some movies and videos on the internet when I am free. These two days, I watched the films “dangerous relationship” and “Fengyue”. After watching them, I was very confused, making people feel that these distorted and complicated stories are really dangerous. What is this about teaching women? It’s not that I am false and pure and feudal. I really can’t understand what these two widows want. Do Xie Yifan Yu Zhongliang still want to be the bottom line of being a human being? What kind of idea does the director transmit to the audience? “Dangerous relationship” is adapted from a foreign masterpiece of the same name, and the adapter is Yan Geling. Yan Geling has some respect for I am, and her film and television works are almost guaranteed at the box office. For example, “sister-in-law”, “an epic of a woman”, “Iron Pear Flower” and “Jin Ling’s three hairpin” are all wonderful. Yan Geling’s “dangerous relationship” was transplanted to Greater Shanghai, and it really took a lot of thought to adapt this Western classic play into an Oriental story. This mainly takes into account the acceptance of our public and values. The letter from a strange woman adapted by Xu Jinglei is also an imported product. It is easy to understand and knows no borders in terms of its content, because women in love (infatuation) are the same all over the world. However, in this story of “dangerous relationship”, The Virgin receives Playboy sex training, which is still unacceptable in today’s China. The differences between Eastern and Western cultures still have irreconcilable parts in concept. Although Yan Geling adapted sex training into vague seduction and adapted the western Duel into being assassinated by anti-Japanese parade, however, there is still a kind of Western bel canto opera adapted into Chinese TV series with the same sense of crossing. I didn’t like watching the play performed by Cecilia Cheung before. After watching “dangerous relationship”, I have to say that her performance of the role of Mo Xiaoxiao in this play was very successful. This person who is like a snake and does not have any expectations for men, she is still persuasive. The pure little widow played by Zhang Ziyi is somewhat inferior, maybe it is associated with her in reality. Zhang Dongjian’s performance in this film was excellent and in place. His Blurred eyes and ambiguous and ghostly laughter expressed the nature of a river and lake Hunter. Generally speaking, the advance and retreat pull between the three people makes a very complicated interpretation of the dangerous relationship. If the film takes advantage of the time and space of the old Shanghai, it deducts the extravagant old Shanghai. The life of paper and gold is like the sunrise of Sunset. The Red Men and green women of the upper class in this period, face feelings with a Act according to circumstances attitude. The social flower with the name of female industrialist is Mo Xiaoxiao. This woman who shuttles through the lights is shrewd and smooth in life, and treats her feelings with mercy but ruthlessness everywhere. Cecilia Cheung’s grasp of the role has a lot of emotions. The corners of the eyes, the eyebrows, and the corners of the mouth are all fascinating charm. Mo Xiaoxiao’s attitude towards men, especially his resistance and seduction with Xie Yifan, were finely depicted by Cecilia Cheung. Cecilia Cheung’s eyes, the disdain spirit when he met Xie Yifan, the ambiguous eyes after entanglement with him and the conditions reached for the gambling game, Cecilia Cheung let Mo Xiaoxiao reflect through the hand-eye approach, let the audience know the emotional changes of this role at a glance, so that the audience can understand the role and see through the story. The Dangerous Minds story of two widow and an immoral prodigal son hovered and entangled. At last, the prodigal son died. One of the two widow rolled on the bed wearing a white mopping dress. The cry of Cecilia Cheung was like killing pigs, which was really penetrating; the dignified goddess played by Zhang Ziyi ran barefoot in the snow field, shaking off Marten overcoats, wearing white silk pajamas holding the person who played with her and abandoned her, crying horribly. These scenes made me feel confused and confused. Not a bad guy women don’t love it? Let bad men all over the world smile proudly? Are these women stupid or stupid? High EQ or low energy? Anyway, what I am looking at is the fog in the clouds, just like entering a maze. Chen Kaige’s movie “The wind Moon” is also a play that shows no good Prodigal Son. Zhang Guorong’s performance of no good prodigal son Yu Zhongliang is more amazing than Xie Yifan, who starred in Zhang Dongjian, with dreamy and blurred eyes, no cold light can kill people in the invisible. “Wind Moon” is a work with the Republic of China as the background of the times. The whole film is full of antique Oriental sentiment, with a cool and sad style, as delicate as oil painting. Through the detailed description of the protagonist’s nearly morbid love entanglement, the wind and rain in old China and the destruction of the eyes are revealed incisively and vividly. Zhang Guorong played the role of Yu Zhongliang, a non-good Prodigal Son, to make people love or hate. Yu Zhongliang in the play was a guy who cheated women and ate soft rice for a living. This kind of man also has love? However, judging from his personal growth environment and experience, he is a man who was bullied in his childhood, with trauma in his heart and psychological obstacles, and a young man who is unsatisfied, love fire has not been completely extinguished in his heart. Yu Zhongliang’s career is to deal with women. At first, he took Ruyi as his prey, which was a target of his blackmail. But in the end, he became a prisoner of love himself, because he could not and dared not to love himself. In the end, he could only go on a road of collapse. Yu Zhongliang went back to Suzhou to cheat and seduce the best wishes, which was assigned by the old man of the white party. However, when he came into contact with this pure girl, he found that he fell in love with her, and he retreated again. He has a psychological barrier to the love between the two genders, fear and disgust. Mingling with Shanghai underworld, he also learned to take love between men and women as a means and game. Love is a trap for him, more like a poison. Under the great arrangement of the leader of Zhongliang, Ruyi saw the tragic scene that the woman in Tianxiang was martyred for Zhongliang. She still wore a dress and went to the hotel called Aidu to find Zhongliang and asked him: Do you Aquacome her? Yu Zhongliang said: Do you think you can talk to me like this after wearing this dress?! Who do you think I am? Do you know how many women I have had? I lied to them, played tricks on them, hurt them and trampled them under my feet! But what about them? They still want me. Kneel in front of me, cry for me, laugh for me! Ruyi said: Zhongliang, in fact, no matter who you are, I don’t care. Do you Aquacome me? You say, you talk! She looked at him with infinite sadness, full of the last hope, and asked reluctantly. Her words hit his most secret key. The pain twisted his face. He dared not look into her eyes, trembling and could not say a word. The film “wind Moon” is always covered with a layer of mysterious and cold gray. The main color is gloomy, decadent and dim. It also uses the unique poetry and painting of the south of the Yangtze River to reflect the gloomy deep secluded ancestral hall of Pang Fu. In the film, the oil Chinese lantern swaying in the wind, an earring, a key, a bottle of poison and other objects flashed back and forth, floating in the strange image picture scroll, mixed in the story of Fengyue. The characters in Fengyue are all imprisoned crazies, and the characters in dangerous relations are also like the thinking of patients in lunatic asylum, which is disordered and confused. They struggled in the crazy and confused world, and could not see the dawn. From the perspective of aesthetics, the composition, scene, reality and performance of the two films can be said to be excellent works. But nowadays, many people are like lost lambs. Where should the mainstream cultural positions guide people to go and where to go? The camera still needs to take care of people’s spiritual world. People need faith more. Don’t always weave dangerous relationships with the wind and snow, give some spring breeze warm, let the sunshine in, and dispel the gloomy, decadent and dim in the spiritual world. Let the world be full of love! Baiyun Tianya was written on the morning of January 3, 2014.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Roman Holiday, one-day love life

Some people have never met each other and never lived together, but it is just that meeting that made a lifetime of lament; Some people, even if they are together every day, their hearts are far away, and their dreams of living together are also in vain; some people, even if they meet once and love for one day, can devote their whole life, love to the depths without resentment, and love to forget to worry about the Buddha’s heart. Inscription

Once by chance, once by chance, once by chance, once by chance, on a sunny day, turn on the screen again, adjust the seat, make a pot of green tea, adjust the volume to the usual height, and bring headphones, listen to the whispers on the shore of the Sea of Love. Love sea, an ancient and magical sea area, in that blue sea, there are all kinds of magical legends, fierce pirates, myths of love, and romantic scenery. Stroll by the sea, listen, waves burst, look, waves blossom, think, the past is continuous. It seems that the wind of the Sea of Love can always understand the whispers of clouds and bring the mood to one of the birthplaces of Western civilization inadvertently. Rome, an ancient, mysterious and spectacular city, the former Colosseum, the former ancient dome and the former romantic resort, all together, seems to be the famous capital known as the City of Ten Thousand Cities, it has always been a tourist attraction in people’s hearts. Although it is no more romantic than Paris, it also has a unique charm. In such a city, on such a day, he leaned over and saw the song national anthem. Roman Holiday, a movie in the 1990 s, with black and white pictures and rough clips, tells a legendary and dreamy Roman fairy tale. Anne, the heroine, is the princess of a European country. At the order of the King, she sent the European countries in order to promote the trade between countries and coordinate the relations between countries. However, the day-after-day entertainment and the day-after-day grand gathering in the auditorium made the princess with extraordinary temperament very annoyed. On a moonlight night, the Princess slipped out of the embassy quietly, meet the hero Joe in the waiting hall beside the street and start a romantic myth. Joe, a reporter from a newspaper office, woke up the next day and found that the beautiful woman brought home yesterday was a princess, so she decided to take advantage of this godsend opportunity to write an exclusive report on the Princess in Rome, in order to gain fame. Therefore, she took the Princess to ride a mountain bike, cut her hair, smoke, go shopping, watch the scenery, attend the dance, and took many precious photos. The princess who has never been to the folk, is very novel to everything here. In this romantic Rome, he spent a happy day with the hero Joe, feeling the simplicity, sincerity, happy life. However, the beautiful story will not last long and will encounter waves. When the Princess’s attendants make up undercover, after finding the Princess at the dance, they intend to take him back to the embassy, however, he was blocked by Joe and his friends and escaped from the pursuit of the attendants with the princess. However, after the Princess quieted down, she understood the responsibility she had shouldered, and resolutely decided to say goodbye to Joe and prepare to return to the embassy to complete her mission. Joe silently sent him back to the embassy. Joe, the hero who should have become famous through those amazing photos and exclusive reports, found that he fell in love with the Princess in just one day, and the Princess also fell in love with Joe. The photos that Joe will take for her were also given to the Princess at the reception meeting of the auditorium. The Princess smiled and collected the photos of her day trip in Rome, and continued to send to other countries according to the arrangement of his father, after completing his unfinished mission, the hero stood in the auditorium of the reception meeting for a long time, looking at the Princess’s far back, and couldn’t bear to leave. At the end of the story, Joe stood in the bright auditorium with deep eyes and affections. He seemed to be waiting for the Princess to turn around, or watching the princess leave silently, without knowing, become a permanent suspense. It is such a seemingly dreamy and legendary story that deeply draws my thoughts. If, I AM director, then, at the end of the story, will the Princess turn around? A few years ago, when I saw this movie for the first time, I saw happiness and romance, as well as the charming eyes and pure smile of the Princess. Now, when I review this movie again, I have more worries in my heart, what I saw was a beautiful pain or a romantic Roman fairy tale. Just imagine, a day’s love? What kind of mood should it be? Before we can enter each other’s world, we must quietly separate. What kind of love is this? Some people say that the furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but that you don’t know that I love you when I stand in front of you. However, I want to say, the furthest distance in the world is not that I clearly stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you, but that I clearly love each other, but haven’t opened my mouth to confess, that is, the world is a stranger and no longer meet each other. Just like a fireworks, just in full bloom, it has withered. However, the love of fireworks is fixed into eternal memories. One-day love, such as MORNING DEW, short, breakpoint. There are always some encounters in life, which are the silent tricks of fate in the dark. There are always some time in a hurry and some feelings are long and long. Just like the sun and the moon, the day and night cycle, the instant encounter is parting, meeting is parting, what kind of feelings is this? A day’s love, a lifetime of love. Maybe Roman holiday is just a movie, maybe it is just a fairy tale, but the love in fairy tales always makes people forget it. Just like in the novel “The last dream of Langfang Bridge”, the heroine finally silently watched the hero’s car disappear on the road with heavy rain until the shadow of the car becomes a dot. However, who can say that they have never had true love, and who can say that they are not fake love? The one-day love life is like the persistence of a moth to a fire, but it is a song of love. Once, Peng Lili had a song to sing, whether it was doomed to have no results in the dark, why did she still fly moths to the fire at the beginning? Is trapped for love, is wasted for love, is silly, is right or wrong some encounter, doomed to no result, some love, doomed to no ending, some life, always wasted by time. Is life, love, right or wrong? In the world, how much love can be influenced by each other to the white head; How much love can be considered in a lifetime without seeking everlasting life? Noisy cities, bustling crowds, more and more forgotten in the rivers and lakes, less and less support each other to the old, holding hands and growing old, is the reality too cruel, or life like a play, is our performance too realistic? One-day love, maybe many years later, when I look back on this movie again, I have more peace in my heart, less imagination and a blessing, which is the most beautiful memory, but that beauty is still the same as before. Rome, the pure land of yearning, Rome, the place where romance begins. In your lifetime, if you are poor, you must travel all over the world’s great rivers, see thousands of scenery, write all the customs and customs in the world, and meet each other, like in the movie Roman Holiday, as the heroine said when answering the reporter’s question, every city is unforgettable. It is really too difficult to choose which city. However, Rome is the most unforgettable city in my life. I will cherish everything here forever. Forever, how far is it? No one knows. However, Rome is one of my most unforgettable cities. The wind on the shore of love sea has been blowing for many years, but the story of love seaside, my favorite is still Roman holiday. A person may experience many things in his life, meet many people and have been in love for several times, but there should be at least one time, maybe once, maybe once, regardless of everything, if you don’t want the sky to grow, if you don’t want the ending, if you don’t keep it and spare no effort to love, Xu Zhimo said so. Some people say that if you want to go to the romantic capital, standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower, you can tell your beloved one that I love you. I think, if you have time, if you have a chance, you must go to Rome and talk about a one-day love in the resort of the city of ten thousand cities, regardless of the future and without the wind and moon. Some people have never lived together. Once they meet each other, they will have delicate flowers. Even if some people are together every day, they will always have different dreams of the same bed, and old dreams are hard to return. Time is just a ferry, which ferry us from birth to death. Love is the consideration of life and the warmth of life. Roman Holiday, one day’s love for a lifetime, who said that love in the day and night can’t fall in love? Roman Holiday, one-day love life, some love, destined to be just memories, some love, destined to drift away with the wind. Roman Holiday, one day of love and life, cut the time into curtain, and it is fragrant every night. Original articles, please be sure to indicate the author and source for reprinting. Piracy will be investigated.

Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Cook a cup of lovesickness and send it to Liuyun

Step out of the West Building, with a quiet look and a helpless bag, you want to fly in the wind and sigh that it is not a fairy. How can there be auspicious clouds to support you? You should relax your eyes and see the flowing clouds falling in the blue first. The vast fields and the sky are like a cover. Wipe out the tall buildings, ignore the big belly and poop, chase for My Fair Lady, tap the bluestone in the rain Lane, let the oblique rain be colorful, and a lock of wetting to remove the dust. Even if you devote yourself to the countryside, you will be greedy and breathe the fragrance when you open your mouth, look closely at the flowing clouds and feel calm when fishing. One rod, one hook, one fisherman, one flower, one water and one Bodhi. It has gone through the clouds and accumulated a little essence. Throw away the disputes of fame and wealth in the common world, and look at the world in a light way. The Well and Lane are quiet, secluded grove curved path, peach blossom blossoming, Xia he is fresh, King Whyte silk, and Dong Mei is proud. Who can stop these four seasons? How can a palm raise the green sky, and how can a chair turn all the dross? You don’t need to sigh that you are small, you just need to feel at ease. Heart, hidden in a hundred layers of cover, deep and unpredictable. Occasionally, I feel painful, ask myself, self-reflection, that is a kind of progress. Now, how many people will look back with such generosity and watch the depth of footprints to make up for the defects in their hearts? Open the annals of history, the people who can do this are famous in history. On the contrary, the lone stars are scattered. As long as there are solitary clouds and wild cranes, I like to be free and idle. Occasionally, I would yearn for living in groups and give up loneliness. Then he took a piece of red maple, filled with thoughts, wandered in Xiaolin, experienced the morning and evening, walked through the annual ring, looked up for the clouds, or the surprise, and took the sincere lovesickness. What is love in the world? It teaches people to live and die together. Anyway, the Sun flowed through the fingers, opened the window to listen to the wind, and looked up to the east. I always forget the fragrant tea in my hand. I don’t dislike the indifference of my friends. I don’t blame the tea guests for their unintention. It is still clouded and fragrant. Perhaps he is no longer satisfied with the fragrance of light tea, but this heart is Forever New, pursuing the mellow wine. A scoop of drink and a bean soup still don’t understand the style. Quietly take out the good wine, quickly use slow food, taste some dry inside, make sure it is red liquid, across the throat. I still think of the more considerate and gentle meaning of the yellow wine, and sort out the pains and happiness. OK, OK, OK! Simply Cook a cup of lovesickness, soak the heart together, accept the hot embrace of the hot flame at the bottom of the pot, and hold the sweet floating out of the pot. Once in the candle shadow, raise a glass of drink together, chanting poems as a Fu in the north window; Once facing the window to play the piano, outside the sound wall; Once it was dance dress together, charming and infatuated; Once it was the stars wearing the moon, how many times to talk long, in the dream, how many days and nights, looking forward to your return, how many poems, there is always your existence. People are divided into several flower days, when to get together and then get together. How can we appreciate the bitterness of lovesickness and miss our permanent residence without experiencing parting, holding hands on the red carpet and sending a message to Hongyan? Yi An Yan, looking for, miserable Qi, wutong and drizzle, how can a sad word be achieved. Put down your sorrow and show your sincerity. Wish you a heart and a white head will not be separated. Borrow Liuyun, borrow Hongyan, take me to the pot made by love, and use the wine cooked by lovesickness to present my enthusiasm. People far away, please accept, sit in front of the lamp with her, and then dance with the traditional stringed and woodwind instrument, even if the sky is dim, even if the sun and moon rotate, even if someone shouts, the world will become a dust forever, you should also be scared!

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Tears fall in love with the third generation

Gardenia open, scattered pale all over the ground, you gently shuttle in Gardenia forest, my remote and melodious music will attract you, open the red account, I still play the piano, you looked at my face with a smile. You are a rich lady this day, and you are a cold student I am. Love comes and goes in a hurry, maybe I am too extravagant to want to hold hands with you. We love each other and fall in love at first sight. In this life, only you don’t marry me. When I came to your house to propose marriage, your father saw me as poor and sarcastic to me again and again. Under his aggressive force, I swear I will win half the world for you. The wind and rain were in a hurry, and the moon was cold and the knife was cold. I read hard three times, five times sword dance, and five years later, I finally completed both literary and martial arts. When I came to your door with great prestige, your father greeted me respectfully, in the days when the colorful flags were flying and the gongs were blowing, I should have smiled, but there was a bad news of your death. Your father told me in tears that it was all his fault. When I left, you are forced to marry another person, you can’t forget our oath, and you will never die. Finally, you will commit to poison yourself. I yelling to the sky, I lost you forever in this life. I was so sad that I saw a pink butterfly with flower spots gently fall on my shoulder and follow me all the time. I know that you are the dish. I swear I will make an appointment with you. A breeze blew me gently under a sunflower flower. You kissed the fragrance of flowers and smiled gently. I finally saw your face again. I shouted desperately, but you can’t hear it. I chased behind you tightly. Your faint smell of perfume shot my soul thousands of miles away. You are an elegant and generous talented woman in this life, and I’m just in the dark night walking ghost. By the bridge, the flowers on the other bank will never be defeated. In order to pursue you, I look back on the red dust and never return to yomigaeri. I am afraid that I will miss you again, and I am afraid that I will gently forget you again. The bright moon shines thousands of miles on the big river, and Qiankun has ten thousand volumes of dance poems. The breeze and the dream of the Ming Dynasty road, this hatred is extremely clear and green. I was deeply shocked by your rich and passionate article. I followed you and stayed by your side. But in the light morning, you got on the sedan chair of others, my heartbreaking cry, you still haven’t looked back. I began to hate you, your ruthlessness and your indifference. I forgot that I was just an erratic soul, maybe I would disappear in the sky the next moment. I swear, I will give you a thousand years of love in the next life. Three lives are covered with snow, thousands of snowflakes are flying, eagles are screaming from time to time, and my sword moves around. I am a hunter and you are a fox in this life. Through the Past Life’s grudges and the separation between life and death, my heart is extremely calm at this time. Hunting for a living in this life will definitely not hurt you. The snow is crystal clear and the fire is lush. I took bearing sword, walked out of the house, took the bucket of arrows, walked in the Xueyuan, shouting the folk songs of the desert, and my heart was still waiting for you, I hope that one day you will suddenly appear in my eyes, gently write poems for me again, and I will pour wine for you. Maybe it is really far away, far away I even forgot your appearance. Suddenly a snow fox ran by. I pulled out a long arrow and shot it far away. The Snow Fox fell in a pool of blood, but I did not enjoy the joy of harvest, but the boundless desolation, in an instant, Snow Fox becomes your appearance. Why does this make me feel like it? Your endless tears flow in my bloody heart, and I miss you in this life. I don’t want to have a sad and beautiful encounter with you in the afterlife. I asked the flower without saying a word with tears. It was such a pain. I don’t want to meet you again. Three lives and three generations, we have a song with no ending. Who should I stay for in this life? You marry someone else in another day, I Wedding candle with someone else’s bridal chamber just because I drank that bowl of five-flavored tea of forgetfulness alone.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

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Think Alone in rainy night

A flash glided across the sky, counting the sound of spring thunder. The wind came at me with rain, and it was annihilated before it could dodge. Open the curtain of the house, which is very cold. The dark night sky swallowed everything, and the heavy breath suppressed me. I gasped and hissed. Perhaps, I am used to the silence of the past night. Such a night made me at a loss and there was no time to dodge. On the street, passers-by fled one after another. In front of the darkness, it seemed to be so fragile that the fear in the heart couldn’t help rising. The rain was falling and the wind was blowing. The disturbance of the world has long been silent. In a quiet room alone, there was a feeling of sadness. The rain hit the plantain and people stood cold windows. Desire wears the night, and fear of weakness. Study a pool of shallow ink, lay a sheet of white paper, hold a long pen, and write down the anguish in my heart. Peach, plum and fragrant garden, butterfly dancing room. In the past, I got drunk under the moon and couldn’t sleep this night. The night gets darker and the heart gets colder. A Floating Life in dream, like spring current. Flowers are like brocade, and fingers fade away. What can’t be grasped is a wisp of smoke, and what keeps cutting is sorrow. What is buried is time, and what is left is white temples. A trace of rain precipitated the sorrow of tonight, and there was no way to exclude it. A gust of wind cracked yesterday’s wound, when will it heal. Walking in the fleeting time, each other is a passer-. Just inadvertently, a kind of ignorant power, let you and I meet. Yes, sometimes I can’t help believing this feeling, which makes people obsessed. Even knowing that one day they will be separated, they will love each other. We all have the same fantasy and hope that we are the lucky ones. However, God can’t help himself. Perhaps, in this sentimental season, a red bean was planted for each other, and a Shibuya fruit was harvested in the season that should not be harvested. Aquacome, Fang knows the weight; Only when he is drunk can he know that the wine is strong. Sometimes, there is no need to deliberately pursue something. Sometimes in the life, there will be, no time, why bother to beg. What I care about is that shy time, people with you. What should I care about the result. If the heart is sunny, it is meaningless to be sad. The night lengthens the distance between you and me, and the years bury each other’s prosperity. At midnight on 2014.3.22

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

No if

Where the Dream begins, the sea is wide and the sky is blue. What is it? I sigh in my ear but let moths slide down the candlelight. What is it? I lament in front of my eyes but let the meteor fade away from the sky. Flaming wings and breaking chest. Listen, what is that voice, tactfully and widowed. You smell, what kind of smell is that, mellow and smelly. That is the fragmented music, that is the thick and bright red blood. That is if. If the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, if the morning breeze is on the surface, if the fingertips are tightly held, if the time remains unchanged. Too many if, too many if. So it began to cycle, just like the annual ring could not escape from the trunk, so it began to chase, just like the fairy tale did not stop to chase, so it began to be silly, just like the kitten looking for a whirl. Suddenly, I found that the road under my feet had already become a circle. I still can’t stop my steps. The weak heart always keeps a place. Even if the dust has been sealed for a long time and the dust has been embellished, it keeps moving at will. Even in the dim gap of eyes, suddenly the light is dazzling, burn your eyes. The sky is dark. Only, there is no if. If, just don’t want to face the hollow shadow of the Sun tree, if, just don’t want to accept the light of the dark night, if, just don’t want to admit that the sand of the clock of time is dancing all over the sky. The shadow will finally light up, the light will eventually go out, and the hourglass will eventually run out. It only left the mark of the dream of the past. It was weathered and riddled with holes. Its face was old. It was choked in the wind and wanted to cry. Pervious to light of the holes were devoured by holes, there is no substance left that can be called tears. Although we know that there is an oasis in the desert, it is just too far away, although we know that there is Aurora in the north, it is just too long. Suddenly, there is an illusion that Aurora emerges from the Oasis, accompanied by the fragrance of Sophora japonica, enveloped around, more warm, more charming, more tired and sleepy, the more unclear it is, it is like this, sleeping, and the smile of a dream is revealed in the corners of the mouth.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Iceberg love, lotus bloom

The lofty iceberg is far away to sigh your face; The snow is covered, and you are searching for your trace. The deep and shallow feeling of love opens in your heart. Over your boudoir, curtain yarn gently caress, red candle light tears, smell your lotus fragrance, it seems that the moon is no longer clear, but the heart is fixed at your moment, light darkstory, yingying drifted across my eyebrows, like the green water on the top of the Green Mountain, like the colorful clouds in the white clouds, echoing in the red dust for a long time.

Spring rain rippling, willows like silk, quietly wandering in front of your door, poetic flow for you, waiting for a moment when you look back gently, not afraid of the wind and dust you walked through bringing me into the night without you, I am not afraid that your slight smile will ignore me, and I only want to treasure your days.

Poplar blossom, dancing my young dream, the spring water is wet, wet through my dry heart, can not forget to have your time. The red dust turned around, but you couldn’t change your plain face, but you only introduced me to your home, dancing, blooming a white lotus in the clean Moss; The fragrance of books and songs, in the round jade bead, it drifts lightly. Open the bead curtain, your face suddenly turned in my heart, can’t wait for your poetry, go forward and pick up the pen, write the most beautiful music for you.

The rain fell on the top of the clouds and shed all my tears, expressing my years of pursuing you for thousands of years. Plum Blossom may regret that it is very far away, but it is like snow forever settling in my heart.

The handwriting is flowing and the spring breeze is ringing. I walked through your door and saw you and your old lover who you couldn’t forget for a long time. All my decisions collapsed in tears and I never met you from now on.

Maple leaves are so cool that they flow away alone in the long street. When you walk forward, the faint lotus fragrance wipes away the tears for me all night. I said that you are not the person I want, and your faint smile stagnated in the dark night, looking at your helpless expression, my heart can no longer refuse you.

The grass bursts, and the Bluebird refused to leave. Since then, you have never come back. The words of the red dust have not been written for thousands of times. The Songs of the past few years can’t finish your songs. The writing of that year is the end of the world, disappeared in the dream. You said we were a bright moon and a sun, and you lit me up with the light of your whole life. You said that one of us was a mountain, the other was a clear water, and you surrounded me in this life. But then you disappeared in the dark forever. I refuse to leave, waiting for you to be in the world.

The autumn wind rustled, chasing with tears, you fell in the snow peak, the Holy Snow Lotus remained your lingering warmth, the smile was stiff on your face, Snow Lotus in my heart, I understand, that is your best confession to me.

JS spring grass, walking through your grave, a thousand volumes of poetry, and the soft curtain are all your footprints.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…