Hand in hand in this life.
Close a door in this life, books can bring positive energy to our spirit, and words can express our emotions. I recommend you to read more books and read good books. The following is the information I have compiled for you about the life of a door for your reference and use.
Hand in hand in this life. 1 Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, the sunset glow is recalled, and the sunset glow is exhausted, followed by a silent night. The flowers fell all over the court overnight, and the wind flew away, and the paper sighed and stained with wind and frost. A window, the wind is too confused, a shackle, dust-sealed, bone-eroded, thin expectations, thin feelings, fixed on stationery. A shackle, a prison cliff, frost and snow, bleak, who will pick it up? Who is the unforgettable green word? Who is the dust?
Stepping on the frost of bamboo sound, stepping on the silence of the mourning of the moon, in the woven chapter, I never forget, and the lyrics are more and more affectionate. A person, a door, reminisces about the past, sings the forgotten language silently, flies over time, crosses time, and finally washes old clothes. Wishful thinking, persistent thinking, a fence, always tied with shackles. Spread a lot of rhetoric, leave the same lyrics, never forget a word!
Butterfly is beautiful, butterfly is drunk, and I am infatuated with one person, that city, and one side. At that meeting, Qixi Bridge explained the legend of several generations, and the covered bridge dream inherited the charm of three generations. A door, locked with ancient silence, a piece of moonlight, dizzy with the brocade of love. My heart has not changed, I am persistent, guarding and supporting, and the grass is fragrant. I am located in the shade of a tree, waiting for the distant sun to set; If you fall in love with you, you fall in love with the wrong one. If you don't change your feelings, you will be like a moth to a fire; Wrong, right, overbearing; After looking for it, I have never been there again; A door, a shackle!
Write a lush, overlapping green mountains and green waters, dancing for one person in the opera, holding lights and picturesque flowers in the years, and gently brushing the happy face. In the jumping dust, I combed it bit by bit, drew a lintel with ink, wrote down my initial thoughts, met the butterfly flying in the spring, and looked forward to it. Whispering in the wind is a new swallow in early spring, guarding a window of yearning, saying that the moon is curved and the shallow moon is full of affection.
At night, how can I swim quietly through the past years? A person is full of promises, once again to thoroughly understand the lines of the past, and there are many excuses to mumble, the fragrance of the past wafts, but in a word, it is many years since the curtain call. All the attachment, just like this, is left alone in a curved Leng Yue, quietly rooted and silhouetted, but spotted and indifferent ... I really want to cross this door, explain the shackles, turn into butterflies, fly away and look for attachment in my eyes.
Fragmented phantom wounds, dream shadows scattered time and time again, like a song of parting, stained with the dark wounds of petals. This cold, deep winter, I am in a daze, recalling the past, this Fei Ying, after reincarnation, do you still remember me? Over and over again, in Mo Wen's memory, frames of old words fascinated my thoughts, holding hands in this life, it turned out that it was an unreachable shore after all, and it was a fallen English after all, which once outlined the fleeting time of a girl who was not sad alone!
A door, hand in hand in this life. Gone, gone, scattered, and finally a stranger. My heart is guarding a city, guarding the clouds that have gone away with a wave of my hand, muttering, knowing it and losing it, slowly dripping on the back of time, haggard and scabbed. After the bleak wind, I stood for a long time, peeling off the bleak and colorful notes. I hope that one day, when you meet this purple stranger who has been implanted with thoughts, you will see the flowers waiting on the other side and the infatuation of watching them.
"How to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment. For this reason, I have been asking Buddha for 500 years, asking him to let us have a dusty relationship. " Borrowing Xi Murong's pen and ink, we turned the past into a door, blew the bamboo curtain with a slight heart, and we met with a smile in the crisp wind chimes. If you can warm your heart to Leng Yue and feel tender and cold, what you will remember will be your unforgettable heart in this life, and the endless love stories in Bashan Nighttalk!
A door, holding hands in this life, "and a moment that should last forever have come and gone before I know it." Endless deep sound, out of reach, out of reach again, this winter suddenly became thinner, hidden thoughts, expectations of flying snow, everything was bleak and cold. ...
Hold hands with one door in this life. In the village, no matter who lives, you should be careful with a door. The villagers believe that a family's poverty or wealth, peace or accident are closely related to the door of the house, especially the hall door. If it is a newly-built house, even the borrower will not miss a detail when setting up the hall door-please ask Mr. Feng Shui to have a look at it on the spot. Before the visit, you should write your family's birthday on a red note and give it to Mr. Feng Shui so as to survey the direction of the gate. The width of the hall door should be determined in proportion to the depth of the hall. It is said that a small hall door and a small entrance hall will affect the health and career development of a family. Anmen should choose a auspicious time, not conflict with the "eight characters" at home, and not "lose the house". "Losing a house" often causes serious family conflicts. Growing up under the same roof, the second and third children have a successful career and the boss is mediocre. The party who is dissatisfied with life thinks that parents are eccentric and don't take care of themselves, which often leads to a strong smell of gunpowder among family members because of trivial matters. Even some children disown their parents, and some brothers turn against each other. The door has become the secret feng shui that dominates fate.
In the past, tile houses were not built like single-family brick houses today. Most of the earthen houses in the village are connected by households, and their homes are very close to each other. After living in such an environment for a long time, you can tell whose house this is by the sound of the door shaft. When the door of Brother Yun's house opened, there were several short squeaks. He once used a bamboo shovel to carry a big bamboo basket on his shoulder and hurried to the hill behind the house to collect firewood. Uncle Zhenshan's door creaked three times when he opened it. He used to pick up last night's cow dung on the road or on the path with a shit steak and a shit dustpan in the early morning. Uncle Nengfeng's door opened and creaked for a long time. This elder, who is over eighty years old, used to go to the cowshed and take him to the fields. The sun has not climbed the hill to the east of the village. Every household opened the door, and a busy picture of the morning slowly unfolded. Some villagers go to the well at the head of the village to fetch water, some villagers go to the river port to wash clothes, some villagers go to the vegetable garden to pick, and smoke has risen from their chimneys ... Open the door, and one practical day comes. Opening the door is a new life full of hope.