an all-consuming love, slowly return to prose 1
A few drizzles, a few rolls of spring breeze, Jiangnan has long been misty. Youth whizzed by, only to find that we each turned a different corner.
time is cool, and that distant past was soaked by spring water and breezed, and the lead flower had already been washed away, and it was absolutely clear. I thought that we should bear the vicissitudes of life brought by the years after we have experienced the hasty gathering and dispersion of life and tasted all kinds of fireworks in the world, but the years are clearly safe and sound, while the rocks and plants are so unscathed. It's just that the city that once promised the end of time is getting thinner and thinner in the sunshine. The tea fried by childhood is still the taste of that year, and the people we are waiting for will not come again.
I still remember the afternoon we met, the happy park, the warm company and the charming spring scenery that year. How unwilling I am to let you rise and fall alone in the sea of people, how unwilling you are to let you bear the cruelty of the world alone when you walk through the storm alone. However, fate is so humorous that people who love it are silent. Even if a whole universe is changed into a red bean, the goodbye you said is still my heaviest memory.
I finally understand that some roads can only be taken by one person. Those who invite their peers have gone through the rainy season together, but one day they will be separated at a ferry. On the world of mortals, walking alone, the green radish brushed the skirt, and Qingyun wet the promise. Mountains and water can be forgotten in pairs, and days and months can have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person's floating world, and one person's small water flowed forever.
if you can, please let me advance a period of time like a lotus, even if I pay twice as much in the future. I'm not complaining, this time is cruel, I'm not complaining, and this distance is grinding. No more complaining, empty promises, no more complaining, love hurts. I just want to thank you sincerely, for letting me meet you one day, and for giving me that picturesque past. An all-consuming love, slowly returning to Essay 2
In the spring, the sun is just right and the flowers are fragrant. I set out from Luoyang City and prepared to go north to my hometown in Mengjin.
On Mangshan Mountain, there are many peony gardens, flowers and revelry day after day. First, I went to the National Peony Garden. Many warm and colorful peonies, like crimson light clouds, suddenly ignited my heart. It's just that the pixel of the mobile phone is not good, so I don't shoot flowers anymore, but I still can't help it, and I keep that strong and passionate one by one. Many foreign tourists come to see peony for the first time. Some people look at a tall White King lion and wonder, is this the Millennium Peony King? No, it isn't. The Millennium Peony King is "Phoenix and Danbai". In front of the "Millennium Peony King", some people wondered, is this peony a thousand years old? No, it just has a gene of 1611 years. I acted as a temporary tour guide to explain what I know about peony to tourists.
In the afternoon, a cloud came and the rain fell. "The oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return." Leave it alone and move on to the next flower spot.
the international peony garden is colorful and beautiful. In the evening, the rain is more abundant. The lion in White King seems to be a little tired, and quietly closes the bud, making Feng Danbai more elegant and charming. Under an umbrella, in the rain, only peony and me. Eagerly, earnestly, peony and rain are whispering, and I can't hear clearly what they say. Maybe it's lovers who have been separated for a long time, telling each other their hearts. At night, the crowd dispersed, and the peony was fragrant all over the garden. Will there be peony fairies in this secluded garden, floating in the clouds and walking in the lotus steps, with fragrance flowing everywhere? Or maybe a Millennium white fox, sheltered from the rain and under my umbrella. There are many ancient tombs on Mangshan Mountain, and those emperors, generals and literati may be coming to meet peony.
spending the night in Mangshan, the rain splashed on the glass fiber reinforced plastic tiles outside the window, and smoke billowed. Those ancient people, dressed in splendid clothes and fluttering in fairy peony's clothes, disturbed their dreams one after another.
On the second day, we continued our trip to Mengjin, from Mangshan to Weipo Village in Mengjin, ancient houses in Ming and Qing Dynasties, pit yards, deep courtyards, peonies in full bloom, and pomegranate trees just blooming. In the evening, the countryside was picturesque, and a few friends were invited to the farmhouse at the entrance of the village. The wild vegetable pancakes were mashed with garlic, and some warm words were heard, which refused to disperse for a long time. My hometown is in Liuzhai, two miles away from Weipo. My mother called. What time will she get home? Don't worry, come back tomorrow. Tonight, let's have a dialogue with those ancient residences in Ming and Qing Dynasties in Suweipo.
I talked with my friends until late at night, but the next day I woke up early and opened the window. Behind the house were wheat fields and peony fields, and everything was green and green. Downstairs to the yard, friends planted several depressions of leeks and coriander, a cherry tree in the yard, the sunny side, cherry semi-red, just a beautiful jade face, lightly dyed Danxia. Open the gate, the far peak is picturesque, "and the pale blue of outlying mountains".
not far away, there is a large peony field, where farmers get up early, pull up weeds in the field, and when they see flowering peony, they choke it off one by one. The florist told me that all the peony seeds and seedlings produced only have a single layer of "phoenix and white", which lasts for three years and then grafted to have colorful peony seedlings. From seedling raising to selling, in order to make the flower seedlings save enough strength, the flowers that bloom every year should be pinched off. Looking at the watery flowers in the flower farmer's arms, I liked them very much. I tried to ask her if she could give them to me, "Here!" Blossoms of pale pink and crimson filled my arms in an instant ...
This April, I didn't drink, so why was I a little tipsy? The flowers and beauty given by the farmers poured into my heart.
It's only more than twenty miles from Luoyang City to Mengjin Liuzhai. It's the third day to ride an electric car and stop and go. Don't worry, "an all-consuming love will return slowly", even if it is late, you should savor the beauty and indulge once in this amorous feelings of Luoyang spring. An all-consuming love, slowly returning to prose 3
An ancient love story, which has been sung in Wu for many years ...
an all-consuming love, slowly returning to yi
The ink is through the paper and through the years. The beauty of that spring seems to be sealed together.
There is no rhetoric of vows of eternal love, just a reminder and greeting, which is enough to keep the dust off after a thousand years.
Originally, there was no need for where will you go, just a sentence, which was enough to make you cry in the blooming season of spring flowers.
evil spirits, I want to know you, long life, endless decline, endless mountains, exhausted rivers, thunder and shock in winter, rain and snow in summer, harmony between heaven and earth, but I dare to be with you.
The oath is still in my ears, but the Kos people have left, leaving only those dry words, shrinking and trembling in the autumn wind.
Those yellow photos have no meaning for a long time. They can't prove the trace of your love, can't bear the burden of your memories, and will rot in time. But deep down, you are still longing for those false and ridiculous vows. Don't believe what lasts forever, those are all lies to coax XXX.
It's not just Li Yi who left. The man who wrote "Swift Flying Together" in those years was not the same as the continuous spring rain and never came back.
If you are not Xi Shi, you should never yearn for the love of living in seclusion with Fan Li and visiting the West Lake.
maybe sometimes, what you need is not touching sweet words, but a gentle reminder, which is not audible, but has enough strength to travel through time and escape the fetters of life and death.
Everyone has a different definition of love, so does everyone's pursuit of happiness. But as long as you have the patience to wait for a tree of bloom, you can certainly see the love and happiness that is slowly returning in the distance ... an all-consuming love, slowly returning to prose 4
Being in a colorful season, it is particularly easy to think of some beautiful poems. What haunts my heart today is a sentence: an all-consuming love, you can go home slowly. This language comes from King Yue of Wu, and it is of great significance. It's not that King wuyue is a hero, but that a king is so affectionate to his wife, which makes people moved.
Ruthlessness may not be a real hero. Why doesn't Reiko marry her husband? From ancient times to the present, the most touching word is always a love word. If Qian Yue, the king of Wu Yue, is a fickle man and abandons his wife, he will still be reviled even if he builds a successful career for a thousand years. On the other hand, deep affection for Mrs. Zhuang Mu can also win the love of the people, which is helpful for him to govern wuyue. Of course, a person's deep affection for another person can't be faked, even if it is faked, it can't be faked for a lifetime. Only with true affection can we say the words "an all-consuming love can return home slowly".
for Mrs. Zhuang Mu, maybe she doesn't care about being famous once, but she is glad to get a loving person to stay with her all her life. When she read these nine words, tears could not stop falling. Yes, true feelings are the most touching. King Wu Yue did not forget Mrs. Zhuang Mu because she went back to her family for a period of time, but wrote such a simple, warm and affectionate letter. As a woman, it is really the greatest happiness in my life to get such deep affection from her husband.
an all-consuming love, come home slowly. On the buildings in April, flowers are red and green, and countless people enjoy them. Those who swim hand in hand with you, are they with you all the way, or are they with you all the way? It's endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. Life is uncertain, gathering and parting are indefinite, how many regrets?
this year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. Who do you know? Who do you know? No matter how good bloom is, without the person who can enjoy the flowers hand in hand, it will lose fun. Flowers come into your eyes like nothing, and the spring breeze lifts your mind. Will someone also say to you, "an all-consuming love, you can go home slowly"? An all-consuming love, slowly returning to prose 5
Seeing this sentence, he suddenly became excited and extrapolated, and his mind was elegant. A poetic idea is stirring in the bottom of my heart, and flowers bloom in the heart. I really want to go back to nature to graze my soul when bloom is warm in spring.
Take a simple bag and go back to my family in the country for a few days. It is a poetic and pleasant thing to walk on the countryside with green grass and flowers, watch bees fly and butterflies dance, green mountains flow, listen to the spring tinkling and insects chirping. An all-consuming love, slowly returning to prose 6
, is an all-powerful king. I don't know how many people have been touched by his devotion to his wife and the buildings in Yuan Ye, and I don't know how many people are obsessed with chanting. Although there are thousands of feelings in this world, all kinds of love can't match this eternal reputation.
just one sentence, but it contains thoughts, exhortations, respect and love. It is breathtaking to write so poetically with deep affection. How can this not be provocative and sing in a low voice? An all-consuming love, slowly returning to the prose 7
Yuan Ye's buildings are natural and quiet, which not only means poetry, but also calmness. The greater implication is to make our hearts return to nature and simplicity like strangers. I really want to walk alone in the countryside with this sentence, slow down my steps, throw away all the noise, make my mind like a quiet stranger, simple and natural, let my steps be contaminated with the smell of soil and return to the original.
March is a strange flower. I think this strange flower is only for those who understand her. I am glad that I can understand and comprehend the amorous feelings of being unfamiliar with flowers and the feeling of returning slowly. Although March on the plateau is still freezing and snowing, my heart is full of flowers and colorful flowers in this eternal story. Come on, dear you, let's wear a shoulder of "March amorous feelings", pick a bunch of "flowers on the street", and slowly return home in the criss-crossing buildings. . An all-consuming love, slowly returning to prose 8
I feel for a long time, for a long time, for a long time, I didn't touch my heartstrings so much because of one sentence! It seems that there is a long century, and it hasn't made me slow down for a long time! In a letter to his wife, the ancient King Wu Yue wrote: "an all-consuming love, you can go home slowly." Only nine words contain your infinite yearning for your beloved wife, and it is such a sensational word! Bloom in the fields, the lady can enjoy it and come back slowly. Looking at me, my heart is soft, my eyes are in tears, I don't want to move, and my mind is slowly savoring the past.
It's been two years since graduation, and I've been away from school for a long time. I still miss my past life and have memories that I can't go back! It seems that my feelings as a little girl are still there. I like reading novels and bubble dramas of youth idols. When I see handsome guys, I make a fool of myself and don't shy away from anyone. Recently, the writer Gu Man's novel "Love O2O" has become a TV hit, and I have become one of them. I am chasing the drama every day. Every day, I keep my hand on my mobile phone. When I see the male host, the female host becomes infatuated. The mobile phone keeps taking screenshots just to keep them together in beautiful moments and beautiful scenes! My mind still remembers the scene when they first met under the willow tree by the bridge! Look, I wonder if I will meet him one day, and it is also in this scene. Wearing a white shirt appears in front of my eyes, which makes me move! An all-consuming love, slowly return to prose 9
I stood in front of the old car, silent for a long time.
how long has it been since I rode it? five years, six years. . . I can't even remember myself.
if it hadn't suddenly occurred to me, would it still fall asleep in this dark garage year after year?
The fragrance of Magnolia is blowing in the wind, but it stops in a short time, and there is no sound; Butterflies danced to clear their shadows, but soon they were hidden among the flowers, nothing unusual. Are they the same as me? They stretch out their hands, but they seem to look up to heaven, afraid to touch them, for fear of disturbing them and breaking their dreams. After a long silence, I gently pushed it out and rubbed it carefully. The beam was mottled and old, and the stool was covered with dust. Bring a towel and wipe it quietly. Under the dazzling sun, the warm orange body seems to be covered with a layer of golden light.
"Mom, I want the orange one."
"Why? Blue looks better."
"The orange one looks better, and it warms your heart." I retorted loudly, and the childish voice echoed. My mother's eyebrows bent and she took my hand and answered.
The car is a little small. It creaks when riding, but the hands are unfamiliar and don't know where to put them. It's like a young boy expressing his ignorant love for the first time, disorganized and eager to look forward to it.
after playing with it for a while, I finally found a little familiarity, staggered the handlebars and walked slowly. The wind whistling in the ear, riding faster and faster, letting go of your arms, feeling the wantonness and arrogance of youth.
Memories flooded in, and my heart felt sad.
in the first few days, I was so happy that I practiced day and night, hoping to learn as soon as possible so that I could travel around the world. But in this world, there is nothing that can be done overnight. If two rear wheels are removed, they will be like a lonely bird with broken wings and fall to the ground. My mother didn't come to help me, let my tears condense in my eyes, let the marble cut my knee long and bleed profusely. She just watched and watched.
After waiting for a while, I saw that my mother really didn't intend to help me up. She flattened her mouth, took back her tears, looked at her with complaints, got up from the ground by herself, and left with a kiss. I used to regard me as a treasure, but now I abandon it as my shoes.
that night, my mother came to give me medicine with cotton, and her legs shrank, avoiding the corner of the bed. My mother opened the quilt forcefully, and some of the band-AIDS she posted were bright red, her eyes throbbed, and the cotton stained with alcohol touched gently, and her eyes were full of unspeakable desolation.
years later, I realized that I had to get up from where I fell. I just didn't understand it when I was young.
But now things have changed, and there is nowhere to put the memories.
I walk around the road.