Aestheticism and Ancient Prose
Beautiful ancient prose: If you are well, it will be sunny.
It's raining outside the window, continuous and gentle, just like my hometown city. You are swaying in the wind, and your heart is full of worries.
It's not just how I should express my millions of thoughts. I can only look out the window silently, confused or confused, which is a sigh that I can't send out from my heart. They had their ups and downs for a long time.
In recent days, time has passed in a hurry and powerlessness. I came to a strange place to experience vagrancy. The outside world is wonderful and helpless. This is the only feeling I have. Who would have expected that you were unhappy and even began to doubt life.
I once said that when I met you, I couldn't write beautiful words. You said you could write about the beauty of love. I don't know when I stood on the dividing line between sadness and happiness, which made you feel half distressed and half bright.
Perhaps, in this life, people want to see all the flowers, but they always stumble, and they know that they are not a good writer, but they always struggle with words. Even though time has washed away all the memories and washed my heart again for thousands of generations, you are still unforgettable in my life, still touching, flowing on my rice paper and under my pen and ink.
I want to say that there will always be pain in life. The reason why we cherish living in the present is to heal the pain, forget yesterday's sadness and cherish the beauty quietly. Simple heart, indifferent interest, free and easy heart,
The rain, still so slow, seems to be that I am wandering in this city and never return to the shore. Who will hold up an umbrella for me? In a lonely heart, I will say what I want to say to my heart. I think we still need a rational belief. Perhaps only faith is the reason why we can't give up and the original intention that we can't forget.
You say you are always like this, always sentimental, but it is my destiny to love you, from youth to certainty, from prosperity to tranquility, to live up to the fleeting time.
At this time, there is no sadness, but when we are intoxicated, you come to me like a flower smiling against the crowd, just like a dragonfly breaking the quiet lake and rippling. At that time, the throbbing feelings and stories of youth were all in the long river of memory, with faint fragrance.
Some people say that this is a trace of love, like the smoke of the past, I don't know who is in love; Dreamlike memories, I don't know who is waiting for whom.
In fact, the mood of the sky does not mean loneliness, because the sky is not lonely. Look at the colorful clouds and birds flying by. They all have infinite charm, changing the face of the sky all the time and adding a lot of fun to the calm gloom.
I have always liked a sentence by Xi Murong: Not all people can understand the meaning of time, and not all people know how to cherish it. There is no fate of separation and aging in this world, only a heart willing to love and a heart unwilling to love. Actually, I don't really understand the meaning of time. I just have a good time every time, that's what I mean.
I believe that these days, we are far apart, and it will soon pass. Only by walking over can we understand the past better, love the past more and be loyal.
Slowly, the rain stopped, the breath in the air went away, and it was just you and me in the dream. My long time will eventually pass, and your pain will eventually dissipate. When it clears up tomorrow, I hope you can make a bunch of sunflowers and meet that love safely.
Cherish time and live every day well. Life can't be dull. What people appreciate is just the waves.
I wish you all the best, and I will keep the sunshine.
Aesthetic ancient prose: Ordinary time is everywhere.
? Tea is intoxicating, why drink? I don't need to spend money on books because they smell good. ? Ordinary time, make a cup of tea, take an ancient scroll and enjoy life.
Attachment to such a leisurely winter, my heart is gradually less impetuous. It seems that at this moment, I just need these thin snowflakes to accompany me, and I already feel very satisfied. What kind of mood is it to sit and daydream and make tea with clear water? What does a pillow feel like at ordinary times?
The alternation of years and seasons seems to be a specific process. Is this little coldness also my wish? This soft snow pressure may be the lingering season that years have given me? All is silent, quiet and silent. Pick a touch of tenderness and leave a ray of peace of mind.
Our plan still can't keep up with the changes of the times. Emotion has to go through a lot of running-in, and it may become stronger and stronger. It is expected that we will be willing to accept the past and present disappointments only when we gradually get used to ignoring clouds and enjoying the quiet feeling of flowers blooming and falling. For a person who loves words, time may be the best proof. Time can precipitate feelings, just like after so long, I am still obsessed with words.
? A misty rain in my life? Perilla has always maintained a calm and indifferent attitude, but in the end it has become a literary masterpiece of Dongpo laymen. Although I don't like reading his words very much, I like his openness to life and his simplicity in temperament.
In my spare time, I also like to wear simple clothes, listen to simple songs and read simple poems. In my humble opinion, it is best to have company, even with a book. It is also more comfortable to pass the time in this way on the days of watching the snow and listening to the wind. Gradually faded the worldly glitz, faded the material desire, and sought a kind of indifferent and peaceful state of mind.
Like simple friends, come to my humble hut and drink less expensive tea with an ordinary cup when you are free. Life is dull, but not bumpy, with some poetry, some satisfaction, some gratitude, to meet the sunshine and rain every day. You don't need to envy other people's lives or brag about yourself. Just be ordinary and feel at ease.
People are always growing when they are alive, but the mood of being alive is different.
As Wenyou Chunnuanhua wrote in her article:? Maybe people's mood will fade with age, and they will like some pure warmth to a certain extent? . No matter how much suffering there is in life, we should face it with a peaceful attitude, less helpless and moved, and more calm and indifferent. Don't lose face, just look at the flowers in front of the court; I have no intention of staying or staying, just waiting to see the clouds rolling in the sky. Peace of mind, life is a calm water; Relax, life is a free cloud.
It seems that the change of seasons will really affect people's feelings, especially literati. I am always moved by some tiny things, and my eyes get wet inadvertently. Through the images conveyed by words, I always want to find the person who wrote the article and the scene when he wrote.
Looking at the snow around the stove, reading with tea, dyeing my heart with ink, I have a faint state of mind and feel warm. Perhaps such a scene, such a feeling, can also be counted as a favor of time to people. Life should be like winter, cold and warm, complicated and simple. The heart is long and poetic. Such beauty is not heartbreaking, it is heartbreaking.
The road of life, stop and go is also a kind of leisure, while walking and watching is also an elegance, while walking and forgetting is also an open-mindedness. A person, at any time, can't predict his own destiny and understand its mystery. As a result, I have been sighing for a long time and have a lot of feelings.
? When the wind is uncertain, people will calm down first? Maybe this is just the surface. Everything seems so calm, but it is always moving. In a blink of an eye, it is lazy noon. After a simple meal, I habitually sit still and talk to my family about things at home. People in winter are also a little lazy. After all, I unloaded a lot of heavy things, so I'm not too busy. In a blink of an eye, the year is coming to an end, and I feel that life is in a hurry, and there are some leisure in the hurry. Perhaps the mentality has changed and it has become calm and calm.
I have been sitting in the hut, gently criticizing snowflakes, acting in beautiful and pure fine print, so I accidentally broke into the last bus at the end of the year, another year, welcoming the New Year with snowflakes.
With the coming of the new year, people are busy again. Perhaps, we can't change the laws of nature, but in a simple life, we can choose a leisure, write with the wind and feel a better life.
With a gentle heart, a heart, a poem, a poem and a cup of tea, I would like to spend this winter quietly and feel the slow and leisurely rhythm of winter.
You don't need wine to get drunk, and you don't need flowers to read. Idle around at ordinary times. I just want to sigh in this season?
Aesthetic ancient prose: haggard face, living silently.
On New Year's Eve, at the parting station, I just want to hug you tightly, so I don't want to let you go. A sound? B30？ The whistle came and cut the already fragile heart. Wave, watch you get on the bus, scream: Honey, there's one ahead. When you get home, send a safety message? . When the wheel turns far away, I don't want to leave, and the familiar back gradually disappears from sight. After all, the tears I endured crossed my cheeks, cool and moist. I turned my back, took a long drag on my cigarette, and my steps were out of order. The thoughts of these fifteen days are only black and white, and I am self-locking!
After the reunion dinner, I visited Tianhe Flower Market alone and wrote:? Suddenly, the silver light came on, and the sadness in front of me stopped. The thin blanket was shocked. Have you seen the plum market? I remember it's another spring, and frost will appear in the air. Dazzled, last year's face, entertaining yourself for the first time? .
The lantern market is as bright as day, singing and dancing all night, and it is unprecedented. It's really a good place for young people to meet and fall in love. However, for many years, I just saw last year's couple holding hands and laughing, and there was no deep affection. Just me. Do you like it? Fool, crazy? Walking, walking, what? Is the light full? , what? Spring breeze and flowers? Don't worry about tears.
On the first day of the first month, I walk, sit, sleep, wake up, watch a nonsense movie alone, smile and comfort my lonely mood. It's boring.
On the second day of the first month, the taste is cool. Can you allow me to have a rest as long as I don't miss you? But why should I pretend to be cool when I go to cheung chau island for my holiday?
On the third day of the first month, the long-term lovesickness can't be waved away, erased or broken. As long as we don't meet each other for a day, the pain of lovesickness will not end for a day. It's always a slow voice, and it's hard to fall asleep every night. It's still very sad to face North Korea. I miss you all the time at 24 o'clock, 12 o'clock. This damn lovesickness is endless.
On the fourth day of the first month, I am afraid of loneliness, I am afraid of loneliness. I only have one life, and I forgot myself for you. Without you, I feel sad alone.
On the fifth day of the first month, I hate the long night, and I always wake up again, leaving a lonely corner, which is really hard. Heart, spring lantern chaos, if the wind blows, there are thousands of lines of tears, recording dribs and drabs!
On the sixth day of the first month, poetry can be broken, and Ding Dong's words are sad. The spring shirt half covers the Lord, and the night turns deeper in Xiaoxiang. I am haggard, speechless, trapped by love, even I look down on myself, miss you, really miss you, very strong, very strong. ......
On the seventh day of the first month, it was Valentine's Day, and half a piece of new poetry was found in two places. Spring silkworms give their love to death. The east wind rises at night for no reason, and the mountains are close at hand. With you, every day is Valentine's Day. Even if the silkworm dies, it will hold your hand, turn mountains into water and walk through the sunset with a cool rainy season. Until one day, I will stop writing poems, but I can also make your distant scenery with love bit by bit. Then, your heart is full of me, all of me, because I am your blessing, all my life. ......