The feeling that I really loved for a long time.
Text | Peacock
They are just one of thousands of creatures in Qian Qian's universe, small, calm and persistent. In the cold season, they depend on each other; Clear sky in Wan Li, they spread their wings and soar. On the blue lake, facing the beautiful countryside in the distance ... they wrote the most beautiful and touching love story in the world with their life's hard work and true feelings.
One midsummer night, I happened to see the love legend of this creature while sitting on the edge of Lijiang River. Concerned by the world, my cocoon-growing heart began to moisten and moisten. Only love can make people last forever; Only love can make the universe full of vitality and beauty.
On the banks of Lake Baikal in Moscow, there was an old Russian man named Stepan. His home has a very large glass cabinet, which contains bird specimens: two swans held together. The old man said it was a love story.
One winter 30 years ago, Stepan went rabbit hunting with a shotgun on his back and unconsciously came to a reed pond. Suddenly, he saw a huge swan hovering and singing over the reed pond, while another swan echoed by the nearby pond. The flying swan is about 1.5 meters long, and the smaller one by the pond is a female swan.
? At that time, Stepan wanted to know why the swan had flown south in such cold weather. Why don't these two go? He walked a dozen paces forward and saw the swan flapping its wings by the pond, struggling to sing, and its long neck stretched out into the sky, but it could not fly. It turned out to be injured!
At this moment, Stepan stood quietly, as if listening to the dialogue between heaven and earth. The cob in the sky sings from time to time, as if to say, "winter has come, it's time to go!" " Let's go! "The underground swan seems to answer," I can't fly! "You go, leave me alone!" But the swans in the sky just don't go.
Seeing this situation, Stepan thought, it is better to take the injured swan home and let it recover. So he walked forward step by step, and the injured swan saw someone coming and cried in panic. Just as Stepan reached out to pick up the injured swan, suddenly, a huge black shadow flashed in front of his eyes and hit him hard, making him stumble and almost fall. It turned out that it was the cob who rushed down from the sky to save his partner and attacked Stepan with his wings. Although Stepan meant no harm, the cob was still hovering overhead, so he had to sigh, touch his hot cheek and walk away step by step. Stepan was not angry, but said to the sky, "Well done!"
When I got home, I always thought about these two swans, but the snowstorm for several days kept Stepan from going out. The snowstorm finally stopped and the temperature dropped to MINUS 40 degrees Celsius. Stepan braved the cold and came to the reed pond, where there was snow everywhere and the water was completely frozen. He can't hear any vitality except the whistling wind. He was surprised and went straight to the habitat of the injured swan. ...
Looking closer, Stepan was shocked: two swans were frozen and they hugged each other tightly. The male swan uses its wings to protect the injured female swan from the wind and rain, while their long necks cling to each other and are intertwined, just like their inseparable fate. ...
With a glimmer of hope, Stepan carefully took the two swans home, massaged them and gave them medicine. He tried everything, but they never woke up. Stepan was moved by the unfailing love between the two swans and made them into specimens as a permanent memorial.
At this time, my ears seem to be haunted by the swan by Saint-Sang, a famous musician in France19th century. The piano clearly and concisely plays the prelude like rippling water waves with clear chords, and the cello depicts the noble and elegant expression and quiet floating scene of the swan with beautiful melody. Legend has it that swans will sing a touching song before they die, which depicts this sad mood. That is the swan's love swan.
"Swan swam into the darkness of my sadness, holding a flame like a white rose in his hand." This is Flint's famous poem Swan, a famous English poet and imagist, which includes two sentences. This impressive and beautiful sadness is related to love and loyalty.
Start paying more attention to swans, paying attention to the elegant temperament of swans and the spirituality of true love.
Swan, the largest waterbird in the family Anatidae. Its charm comes from its white feathers, graceful posture, moving voice and loyal behavior. Regardless of eastern culture or western culture, the white swan is regarded as a symbol of purity, loyalty and nobility. In nature, swan is one of the few lovers, maintaining a rare "lifelong companion system". When wintering in the south, whether eating or resting, they are in pairs. When the female swan lays eggs, the male swan will stand guard. When the enemy is hurt, it flaps its wings to meet the enemy and bravely fights with the other side. They not only help each other during the breeding season, but also pair up at ordinary times. If one dies, the other can also "celebrate the holidays" and live alone for a lifetime. ...
Everyone yearns for the love of "being rich in life and death, caring for each other, holding your hand and growing old with your son". In today's material age, in the face of all kinds of temptations, how can we humans keep our original love vows in the defense of love marriage and make love marriage more happy and stable?
We often complain that our feelings are too fragile. Don't you know that what is really fragile is actually ourselves? Our hearts, like fragile porcelain, will break after a slight bump on the emotional road. And the love cultivated in porcelain, such as plants, will wither and die.
From the swan, we see each other's loyalty and no regrets. From them, they embody a life goal of mutual dependence, mutual dependence, mutual support and mutual * * *. The innocence and persistence of thoughts and feelings make their love fortress indestructible. Almost every pair of swans has gone through such a long test, and they believe that only such love can be cherished and owned. Compared with human beings who often go their separate ways because of trivial matters, isn't swan a supreme state in love? Can this loyalty and belief be compared with what it calls the most emotional human being?
? Of course, we don't agree that if the lover leaves, the other party will be lonely for love. Everyone has the right to love again and everyone has the right to enjoy love. We can give up money, reputation and status, including love and lover, but we can't lose a loving heart. As long as there is love in your heart, you are rich. ...
In life, when the years pass mercilessly and the passion of love is diluted, can we resist the temptation of the outside world and stick to our responsibilities and loyalty like swans? Whether in a high position or in poverty; No matter how old you look or how sick you are, both sides can stick together, stay warm, stay together and support each other. ...
In the town where I live, I know a woman who is the head of a kindergarten in the town. She is conscientious and competitive, and has built that kindergarten into a colorful provincial model garden. But when she was less than forty years old, she got breast cancer and uterine cancer, and her breasts and uterus were removed, which was undoubtedly a fatal blow to a woman. But outsiders cannot see her pessimism and despair. She is always cheerful in front of everyone and still works as usual. Ten years passed like this. She is retired, and I often see her and her husband walking in the park. On the tree-lined path, two people chatted one build what did not build and walked leisurely. A warm and quiet side. This scene smells like the end of time. It is said that she has been ill for more than ten years, and her husband has been clinging to her since there are no two things to maintain her roots. This kind of love is the true feelings of mutual concern, the warmth of your hands and the beauty of the world of mortals.
This kind of love, such as the infatuation and persistence in Cangyang Jiacuo's poems: You love me, or you don't love me, love is there, never increasing or decreasing. You follow me, or you don't follow me. My hand is in your hand. Don't give up. Come to my arms or let me live in your heart. Silence, in love; Silence, joy. What a beautiful feeling!
A pool of clear lake water, microwave shining, clear lake water slightly blue. Flocks of swans wander, play and chase leisurely on the water; White swans float on the pale blue lake, like white lotus in full bloom; Noble and holy, elegant posture, Wan Ru dancing fairy, graceful, amorous feelings. What a beautiful picture!
I am eager to see such pictures in the dusty fireworks: no indifference, no deception, no abandonment, men are generous as mountains, women are tender as water, mountains and rivers are picturesque, children are happy to play, and the world is warm and harmonious. ...
Whether this is a myth or not depends on your own wishes. As long as the swan's love story is always in full bloom in the heart, let the ordinary heart have more true love and more responsibility and responsibility.
Half in the fireworks and half in the clouds, all the way was calm and light. A free man who likes to read and write, grow flowers and travel, and is nicknamed "Peacock".