Quiet as a pearl has forgotten the lovesickness log

A bridge, a hillside, a winding mountain road leading to the top of the mountain, green Julia trees and a gazebo. Hidden in the corner of the city, the happiest thing is that there is a thin bamboo in the small bamboo garden on the other side of the mountain. Bamboo, thin, but lush, can't recognize what bamboo is, only remember that it is thin and green as jade, and there are many green grasses covering the feet of bamboo.

That bamboo, plain and thin, looks like a delicate and pretty woman. Looking at the boats coming and going on the bridge and crossing people under the bridge, it is quiet and peaceful. When the wind comes, it will be silent. It is not as enthusiastic as wisteria in midsummer, picturesque and lonely, and the thin bamboo is like a quiet woman.

However, listening to this tranquility, everything is infinitely beautiful, and idleness is equally sad.

I don't like noise by nature, especially in hot summer. I prefer to go to the quiet countryside and see some cool scenery. I think of fences, earth walls, courtyards and stone roads. What may extend out is a modern two-story building, which is suitable for living. In quiet years, I will find a place like this and feel very safe.

In the dull time, I am quiet, dreaming, waking up, facing the sunshine, walking on the road with a smile, forgetting all the prosperity that does not belong to me.

Like a thin bamboo, it is thin and cold, green and quiet, sparse and sparse, and everything is true. So, that's good.

Yes, the truth is the best. In the thin bamboo garden, there will eventually be plum blossoms, which are cool and lonely, living alone by the postal bridge, and it is lonely at dusk. Who is in deep love, swaying a ray of affection in the wind, and finally falling into the mud and grinding into dust, only the fragrance remains.

Only the fragrance remains, and everything dies in the wind. Whether it is bamboo or plum, it has its own secrets. And I am embarrassed like a bamboo pole, only in some busy and idle days, occasionally, quietly watching and enjoying, wandering in the arms of mo Xiang, every word is true, touching and stinging, misty and rainy. Who is it, still calling softly over and over again, silver bowl of snow, never giving up feelings. Even if I don't speak, I will melt the warmth of my true feelings in my heart, slowly resolve my sadness, and show my smile with the faint warmth of a drop of ink.

Silently, I know that getting along and knowing each other in recent years is not only a confidant, but also a relative, the existence of a Bing Xin jade pot. Although I am silent these days, over and over again, I read this yearning, this concern and this moving picture and quietly told myself, "Don't say goodbye, never say goodbye, but take care of yourself. If I leave, it will be forever." In that case, you feel cruel.

Wait, spring is like a leaf, plum blossoms fall in succession, and peach blossoms bloom in the spring breeze. The fate of dreams and reunion leads me by my clothes and my wandering footsteps, which will not let me leave quietly and become a regret.

Life, after all, is quiet and beautiful in a flower, just smile in the sun. Today, in this luxurious and quiet day, the most precious and beautiful fragrant memory in my heart is quietly hidden between my sleeves and clings to my chest, like the half-life fate of cinnabar after deep red. Plum blossoms, a snowy field, are cultivated into fragrant flowers and thin bamboo, which are cool and long-lasting.

However, emotionally, I am always opinionated. I want to be as strong as bamboo, stand silently in the cold wind, or as cold as plum. In the end, I am a bosom friend who remembers the earliest, the first meeting and the first soul.

Even if others say that I am silent, it is as cold as moonlight, my heart is cold and my mouth is cold, and I am lonely.

Even though the thoughts and memories posted on the chest are rarely confessed, it seems that there is nothing to rely on, but there is a comfort that no one knows how hot that quiet heart is, just for one person, and the soul depends on a confidant.

When you are silent, a person reads your articles about your country and people, and sees a ray of thoughts and concerns in your busy life. You know, you often say that Jiang Lang is tired and bored. Talented people are lonely, and prosperity is hard to reach their hearts, so are you and me. The flute on the wall sobbed melody, and on a moonlit night, an old word could not be filled out. Even if no one can read it, they can relate to each other. Even the memories are not sorted out, but the same thoughts and memories are excavated. Perhaps, the first joy at that time has precipitated your sadness and secret joy in Lotus Lake in September.

If not, how can there be such a great cohesion between us? Perhaps, I am silent, and you are just watching, watching, that side is light and appropriate. At that time, Hua Lao lost his face, but he gave birth to a head of hair. At that time, you and I were deaf and stupid. At that time, whether we remember or not, it was all deduced from memory. In the one-meter oblique sunshine, this paragraph must be an old memory. Yes, I must remember. There is a saying-"When you are old, you forget a lot, but you don't forget your lovesickness." Yes, everything is forgotten, but I don't forget acacia. However, today, I am willing to forget, along with all my memories! It is better to forget the rivers and lakes, and the silence of the world will be calm.

However, who? Can you really forget? Inadvertently, this sentence often makes people forget, but I don't forget my homesickness. Only this sentence, flowers are listening, women are listening, and I don't know how tears get wet, only a deep sigh. All parting hurts, such as the car running east, the horse running west, and the sadness of the sunset. ...

And I, I can't find it, is my initial heart. When we first met, the pool of green lotus flowers and the cool breeze gently brushed my pale and sad face. In a word, a gentleman has something to say and do something. An article about the country and the people moved a vegetarian woman to sit quietly in the academy.

When I opened a window, birds and flowers were already singing outside. I stepped into Meilong Town and walked alone on the stone road. I saw hibiscus flowers blooming like clouds, mixed with pink and purple. Hibiscus flowers are so noble and charming that I really want to open my arms, cut off a ray of sunshine and smell the warmth of the flowers like this cloud. The wind is blowing, the flowers are shaking, and the acacia flowers are fragrant. I can't help feeling all the waves and memories. On this day when the wind is slowly dawning and the moon is clear and clear, a cup of tea, a sip of slow food and a wisp of lingering mist will bring all the familiar images, sighs, unspeakable and unspeakable distant places and memories.

Thin and handsome shadow, deep eyes, full of melancholy and cherish: "... in poor health, you should rest more, and you must take care!" " Don't be tired! Don't stay in front of the computer all the time ... "I sighed deeply, but I kept silent all the time, knowing that I was helpless. Visible, invisible, three thousand miles of wind and cloud, mountain barrier, Ligustrum lucidum's' character', everything can be done? Say and don't say, don't say can be as light as a gentleman, there is no hidden pain.

In the days of missing, I often ignore you in contradictions, and even sink you into the dark lake bottom of strangers, which makes you feel uncomfortable and angry. A line of words takes the body temperature of your fingers and travels thousands of miles: "I regard Mei Er as a confidante, telling all the joys and sorrows I have had with Mei Er for many years, and I am proud and comforted by Mei Er as a confidante from beginning to end. I really don't know that Mei Er is just a …" Yes, I did. Cold as a branch notice!

Although I know that the thin shadow on the west window, the sinking in front of a pile of manuscripts, the lonely light and shadow, and the glimpse in a trance are like a dream, how can I sleep alone until dawn when I look at the silence around me? I just watched quietly, tears filled my eyes, and I sighed deeply. I didn't speak, I never spoke, but my heart was choppy, mixed with sadness and joy, and it was tattooed on my heart in an instant, crying like rain for a long time.

After all, silence, silence, the deepest, do you remember, I once said that silence is the deepest realization after missing the pain, and it is also a profound understanding. Only the Hanshui River lasts forever, don't think about it! Only by keeping all the words in your heart and planting a white Ligustrum lucidum in your heart can you blossom. Only there, a quiet, quiet inch of time, is quiet and happy, smiling and calm beauty.

However, after all, how to let go! Zeng Jin, how long has it been? Heart Lake Ice Tower? Now, the Xiangjiang River is warm in spring, and we really meet and know each other. Even if we are separated, or we are not affectionate, it is not necessarily like smoke, but tea is cool.

Who said that? It's best not to meet! What, care about the heart? Without love, there is a thousand layers of dust, no sorrow and no joy, which is not the cultivation of Gu. Although my heart is like a river under a covered bridge, I admit that there are waves and ripples quietly.

And I, in the end, just kept silent, watching a tree fall, covering up my chaotic emotions. Will all, from my mind, cover up the heartless flowers, deeply, without thinking. Walking in the sunny early summer, a plum tree changed Amb Lee's self-pity. In the early summer, it has grown into a lush, cool and happy tree. Yes, happy, happy!

However, how much emotion have you mastered? At this time, I suddenly remembered that I didn't know which year and month it was. Which poet stung my heart but couldn't say it, the implicit word-

The bun is loosely tied, and pencil lead wears light makeup.

The smoke hood is light and the flying floc is uncertain.

How can we be heartless if we don't see each other?

Wake up after a break, and the moon will be quiet in the middle of the night.

Yeah, why not? After the prosperity, we will eventually leave each other. If we meet, we won't meet. If you have feelings, you will be heartless. At first glance, Ying Du will become a dream.

I see, and it won't hurt miss. Everything is just a brocade book that has never been sent, written, read or touched, a quiet, quiet plum blossom, without sadness or joy.

On dull days, I walk on the road with a gentle smile, live an active and full life as much as possible, rejoice in my daily work and life, write down two sentences in the quiet days of lingering love, calling my soul to coincide with my lonely thoughts ... and then leave each other and sleep peacefully.

At this time, it was late at night, the lights were dim, and everything was gone, only orange Yi Deng and Ran Ran. Outside the window, the children in the kindergarten downstairs have fallen asleep, and there must be giggles in their dreams. My heart changed from sadness to calmness and softness.

In the early hours of the night, I can't sleep, get up, listen to the lyre, tinkle in the ravine, and at both ends of the lively line of friendship between men and women, the fiery emotion is like fireworks. Has been lingering for many years, how long has it been silent? The cold bottom of the lake was silent, and the wind brought countless ripples, countless ripples.

Now think about it, there is no more pain and sorrow of bone erosion, no more depression into a disease, how can it not be beautiful? !

Even if the wind brings news from far away, who will take care of themselves and say, "We will come to Du Ying one day"? And I, looking at my own reflection in Yinmeng Lake, have withered like fragrant jasmine, like withered leaves. Farewell is not the loss of soul dependence, but the loss of initial passion.

My heart falls in a plum petal, sleeping in the holy snow and ice, fragrant, letting the north wind ravage my soul, the frozen world is very cold, very cold. Originally affectionate and weak, I once said with pity that I would never be affectionate again in never say goodbye, but silence and ruthlessness overcame indifference. However, today, I have to be gentle after all. Wandering for countless times, smiling and thin face threw all the tenderness like water at that end into a deep ravine, became a stranger, and even stained the list of mountains and rivers in friendship like flowers, blocking it in the darkness.

Perhaps, my ruthless victory is affectionate, and snowflakes are falling. I used heartless flowers to cover up all the thoughts that had burned my bones. Let you call me a thousand times, my heart just lingers on both sides of the mountains and rivers, sending it in the cold wind. Standing under the plum tree, watching the fragrant plums falling in my hair.

Plum blossoms are gone, the water in the postal bridge is still there, the wind of fallen leaves in the temple is rolling up, and a blue lamp is accompanied by the moon shadow.

Please forgive me, please forgive my ruthlessness. It doesn't matter whether I understand it or not. I'm not going to have a party at the door. I am cold by nature, and I use a ray of sadness and joy to complete my love and expression of words. I feel guilty, ashamed and cold as stone. I said all emotions are just word games, a love song's foreign debt!

Tired, after all, I want to go. I am the most heartless. Leaving is the most natural and the best ending. Leave, please don't ask, is it worth it, and don't ask, is it fate or doom to meet a bosom friend? Everything, the typo on the sansheng stone.

I am just a plum or a thin bamboo outside the temple gate. Alone, driving on the edge of deep valleys and mountain streams, obsessed with cold snow. Since then, the Bingxin jade pot has been preserved, and the sealed harp has been deposited at the deep bottom of the lake and sank to the bottom of the lake.

If you don't take care of yourself, you will always be safe in this world and never see each other again. If we never meet again, we will never miss each other. I only wish you, health and peace, peace and happiness in your life. This is my sunny day. I, on the other hand, am as still as a thin bamboo on the slope and a scarlet plum, with a faint fragrance and silence, opening at the edge of the post bridge. Plum blossoms are like snow, and a wisp of kitchen smoke covers the door, which makes me sad and happy.