On the beautiful sentences in the beautiful essays of youth
On the beautiful sentences in the beautiful essays of youth
1, bring a pot of autumn wind, make friends with sleeping plants in the mountains, and let the mind have a cool place, a quiet place for emotions, and a brilliant place for smiles. -Silver Gree "With a Pot of Autumn Wind"
2. Outside the Moon Pine House, the years are full of mountains, and the residual forest is dyed, quiet and deep. -Silver Gree "Stay in the Moon"
3. What happened in the mountains? Pine flowers make wine and spring water makes tea. That's good. Make peace with people and things. There is no beginning and no end. Just a glimpse of the wind and rain, a piece of paper and mountains and rivers. The sound of water drops is far away, and the mountains and rivers are old, but you are a lively and bright mountain stream with ups and downs. Ordinary people add a landscape to the corner of the room, full of enchanting meaning; When a bright moon rises in the corner of the ventricle, you can wash away the stones on the pillow and wake Hua Ying. -Silver Gree "The sound of water drops is far away"
4, because of feelings, even if it is rainy, the sun is shining in the morning, and a string of cicadas are so beautiful; Because of feelings, the world is complicated and I can see through it. In everyone's body, there is a warm poet walking around, a wisp of wind in front of the window and a string of rain dripping under the eaves. -The simple feelings of Silver Gree
5. Let the dust of your past settle, and the past will follow. I just want to live in an ancient book, like the wind, like rain, like snow, like a silent mountain, like a little nostalgia when you think of me at dusk. -Silver Gree "Cold Silence"
6. When the origin is doomed, fate or not, there is no cause and all fail. Maybe it is! Life is an inexplicable waiting, just like this text, I am beginning to get tired of reading it. Incomplete poetry notes talk about the madness of day and night, the crying in the middle of the water through the Millennium, perhaps paying attention to the running water, perhaps brushing the smoke from the kitchen, but I have a perfect ending with countless decorations and don't want to shake the only flowering period. Since then, I have been thin year after year, offering sacrifices to the jade plate year after year, and I am still sorry for myself! Time smiles and the pen falls.
7. Give yourself a hope every day, try not to worry about tomorrow, don't sigh for yesterday, and make today better.
The poet said, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? At the end of this winter, I saw that our youth, as bright as spring, was slowly disappearing at the end of the road with the spring and youth of that year. -Su's "When Youth is Beautiful in Spring"
9. Let the past become a greenhouse, no longer look forward to boxing, there are flowers and Zen in front of the window, and the days are graceful. Let bitterness turn into a meager wind, and it will be hot all my life. You'd better leave yourself some room to relax. Let gains and losses grow into fish in the abyss. Sometimes you are unwilling. You went fishing and came back empty-handed, but you had a good time. You are still young, and time waits for no one. You know how to put it down and go home, half bald and half clear -Silver Gree's "One Buddha Village"
10, always like fantasy. In the distant dynasties, women's deepest loneliness was that flowers bloomed in front of the window and geese were silenced. She still smells red makeup every day, her face is full of water, her bones are embroidered, and her figure is delicate. -Silver Gree "Fragrant and Delicate"
1 1. Old things are always covered with white and cold green light and washed by the moonlight of the Millennium. Even if a picture of spring flowers is full of freehand brushwork, it is "loyal to your art, you don't know your age" after all. -Silver Gree's "Lu Hua Yue Ming"
12, fate, is a pool sheltered from the rain. You have to meet it occasionally to have a good feeling. You stood by the pool with an umbrella, ticked away and returned to the leisurely past; And love is a lotus, fragrant and clear, misty and rainy on the pool, all the beauty is on that branch, lonely and clear. In fact, life is alive all over the world, and that beauty alone is enough. -Han Han by Bai Yin Gree.
13. Looking back on the road of this decade, it seems that from spring dew to autumn white, from sea of people to small water, from noise to Qingxi. I also went from one idea to another. Because I know that every stone I pass by, every cloud, every ray of moonlight, and every car light that flashes past my window in the middle of the night is a breeze. I also believe that in at least ten years, there will be at least ten songs, and after passing each other, they can still sing the fleeting time and remain at loggerheads. -Silver Gree "You brought grass seeds from afar"
14 I used to like the realm of "I am quiet and don't follow the water, and I laugh at Bai Yunfei when I am free" because it emphasizes quietness and leisure. It's good to be quiet, but there are nine revolutions every ten minutes. Only when the wind moves can the clouds move; Only when the clouds move can the moon move. Only when you sit by the window can you enjoy the quiet moment. -Silver Gree "Sit and Clear Your Bones"
15 When night falls, every window is a stage. You can't see other people's performances, but you play other people's lives in your own window. -Silver Gree's "Remembering Plum Fragrance in the New Year"
16, when the feelings between two people are only maintained by you, you want to give up and can't make a decision. The first thing you have to give up is yourself and your remaining hope, and then you can give up others you want to give up. Love should be tolerant, but if it is always difficult to tolerate and barely maintain, it is no longer love.
17, I wonder if there is anyone in the world who owns an orchard of 10 mu, full of wild flowers, a wooden house, and moonlight fish swimming in it at night. -Silver Gree
18, the mountains and rivers are separated, the morning and evening are unknown, and the space is dim, but you are still a clear lamp that shines on me from generation to generation, unparalleled. I said, * * * Come with joy, Sauvignon Blanc. -Silver Gree "Flowers in a Clean Bottle"
19, Qingxi is beautiful. It is a volume of pure time in the book of ruler Su Xin, which is sprinkled on the west window on sunny days. It is so beautiful and charming. -Baiyin Gree "Qingxi"
20, self-quiet can raise ink, good ink has its own scenery, even if you don't meet, you can carry it with you; Self-quietness can spin snow, and good snow is innocent paper. Even if you don't talk, you can look at your past. -Silver Gree "Dust Into the House"
2 1. Yesterday, 100,000 cities, castles on the clouds, 9,000 trips to Bai Niao, and 800 miles of dust buried obsequiously. After 70 years of non-stop meeting, I still stayed in Huadu in the Six Dynasties, but I looked back and smiled at the five clouds, the dust in the four seasons, the sound of three generations of three strings breaking the rivers and lakes, and the wind was once white and frosty. -Silver Gree "The Sun and Moon in the Bag"
22. My lovesickness is nameless, and there are eight laurel trees in the back of the house, which are lonely and fragrant. I can't draw the sun and the moon without you. My concern has no name, plum blossoms in January behind the house, and I am lonely and ownerless. I can't continue to burn incense without you. My overlook has no name. There are three luna parks behind the house and half a bed of leeks. I can't write a poem without you. My watchman has no name, and the chrysanthemum in the back of the house has been forgotten. I can't fix the fence without you. -Silver Gree "The Solar Terms Behind the Cabin"
23. Burning incense in the morning and listening to scripture at dusk is a daily practice. With a serene face, you can see the bottle of flowers wrapped around the window. Walking on the path, walking in the mountains and rivers, the water and the sky are the same, and the bones and muscles are distinct when sitting. Qing is the fragrance born by Huigen. -Silver Gree "Sit and Clear Your Bones"
24, pity, the whole city is lovelorn,' there is no chance in the end, we can't love each other in this life, Iraqis smile, I am upset, and I am willing to be on earth for him.
25. Although it is difficult to live alone, you must learn to be alone and don't rely on others easily. This is to prevent you from living a good life when everyone around you is gone. There will never be anyone you can't live without. Just because you can't leave now doesn't mean you can't leave forever.
26, drunk canoe, letter flow leads to the depths of flowers. The fate of dust is wrong, and there is no intention of living between flowers. Smoke and water are boundless, and the setting sun is thousands of miles away. Countless mountains, red as rain, don't remember the way. -Qin Guan's Little Crimson Lips
27. Sooner or later, the joy of the first harvest of the new rain will pass, and the wolf's cup and plate will never return. Many times, people want to escape all their lives, time is very loose, they can't catch anything, the past is deep, and they can't earn anything. -Silver Gree "Deep Alliance in the Past"
28. A thousand words of advice made him treat you like a treasure and cherish each other, but in the end, this advice often turned into a scream and an unstoppable trip, shaking hands with a willow whistle. -Silver Gree "Flowers in a Clean Bottle"
29. There is always such a traveler, with a rough face, mountains and rivers hanging on his eyelashes, and falling flowers from running water at his fingertips, with picturesque eyes, high clouds in his palm and crowded roads. He lives in Huanhuaxi Bridge. The sun is shining in the wild, wheat and rice are reading letters from home, clothes are watered at night, and the moon and breeze are sending ancient poems. -Silver Gree "The Bright Moon Don't Branch"
30. In one's life, one should regard white hair as romance, not vicissitudes, and live freely. But years of hunting, romance is every yesterday, and the rest is only vicissitudes. I hope all the white hair is the last unfinished romance, prosperous in the distance of rivers and lakes, or hidden in the streets. At that time, the breeze and bright moon, through the small window, across the small bridge, half burning incense, in a trance, memories left me inch by inch. Why, I suddenly can't remember your face. However, I still smile so beautifully. -Silver Gree "The Sun and Moon in the Bag"
3 1, to be a closed-door Zen master, a lamp, a window shadow, a book, and then look at the secular, is also clear and white. Just because there is Zen in my heart, there is Zen everywhere. The beauty of love lies in knowing how to love yourself and everything. -Silver Gree "Looking at Lotus Net"
32, the mood of MINUS one degree, focusing on water wants to freeze sadness. The sun has not yet come out, but it is sad like a river, flowing and stopping.
33. Every mountain has clouds. As long as there is a stream between the eyebrows, there is a high sky in the heart. -Silver Gree "Fish Bites Flowers and Shadows"
34, unwilling to settle, how can there be later?
35. If the ghost stops, who will wish me well? If the tiger smells incense, who will show me the way!
36. If every dream is a long journey, I want to see you tonight. -Ye Zi's "Embrace Freedom, Don't Appeal to the World"
37. I would like to have such a trip-to a place where I don't exist and to a place where I meet again. Meeting yourself is like the wind is clear and the clouds are light, and it is like meeting for the first time. It was getting late, and the new tea was opened, just then. -Silver Gree "Deep Alliance in the Past"
38. Flowers bloom rhythmically in winter, spring, autumn and summer. In March, he wrote a poem for Dong and a plum blossom, which was bound into a collection of poems in spring. Apricot trees are beaming. In order to write a word, it is like rain. Cold birds are busy sending flowers everywhere. In summer, sunflowers will push clouds and break fog, and in autumn, chrysanthemums and yellow tones will play, which will make you relaxed and happy. -Silver Gree "Qingming Net Beauty"
39. I used to paint a beautiful willow bridge, but now my sleeves are all white and covered. They covered the clouds and embroidered shoes, leaving only plain clothes's light makeup, graceful. I have been staring at the autumn water, and my lips are shriveled and singing twelve songs. I have been longing for a thousand miles of clear autumn. Therefore, this year, I was neither greedy nor complaining, and there was no wind on the screen. -Silver Gree "Dust Into the House"
40. I would like to sit like a Buddha in an afternoon, accompanied by autumn sunshine, dancing shadows, a willow tree, a dusty fate and a breeze. Then tell some fascinating stories. Ten thousand poems in sixty years, you are the last untitled poem I can't write or sing. But in this life, Buddhism is just a silent mutual affection between you and me, just a line of egrets and a line of "naive thinking." -Bai Yin Gree's "Three Hundred Poems in One Line"
4 1, I'm the local accent you forgot to take away. I am a poem that you forgot to read. I am the moonlight you forgot to embroider. I'm yours, the weather last year, old pavilion. -Silver Gree "The Solar Terms Behind the Cabin"
42. On the surface, youth seems to be in full bloom, and it has been noisy for a while, and it can't keep up with the pace of tea and can't reach the peak of youth. In fact, youth is better than mountain breeze, full of flowers, but also has its own quiet moments. -Silver Gree "Silent and Pure Fen"
43. No one is always young, but there are always people who are young-childhood.
44, don't ask, I'm afraid to listen to "About Winter", I'm afraid of getting old before the first frost, I'm afraid that I won't be here when you come back from the moon. -clear batik afternoon
45. The spring when you came was my reincarnation? I don't remember. I only know that in that spring, you became the story of my life-Under the Cherry Tree by Yang Yifan.
46. The ancient road winds away and there are many flowers on earth. If the heart is beautiful, there is a window pavilion, its own elegant room, and it is spent in a clean bottle. -Silver Gree "Flowers in a Clean Bottle"
47. Flowers flourish and wither because of seasons, but they don't live in seasons. They live in the original world. And that word has a brand name, or as simple as a clay pot, even if it gets old every year, it still burns its brilliance; Or the wild land is like a hillside, even if there are weeds, she still hunts and opens. -Silver Gree "Qingming Net Beauty"
48. One day, you just want to go home after a warm party in the flower tree. The pace is very rapid, the air is very fresh, and my heart is occasionally so melancholy, because I find myself old and my pace is not fast. And you will feel that it is not enough to bring yourself home safely to her, and you will feel uneasy. So, when you leave, hold a handful of cherries tightly in your hand, just like Qianshan, and just want to send that little red and crisp cherry to her mouth. -Silver Gree "Little-known Legend"
49. Feelings in the world should be regarded as the best for people, but in the emotional world, such feelings need moths to put out the fire, eyebrows to catch up, dust to fall, to see through, to see broadly. In this way, there will be the beauty of preference. -The simple feelings of Silver Gree
50. Whose night is as quiet as an empty city, whose city is as empty as a quiet night. Different space, the same silence, do you hear the inner call? Call for a warm greeting, call for the cold and bright sunshine in winter with the waving hands of friends, hi! A greeting broke the silence of the world!
5 1, so, in the old age, half my life, looking back, although I suddenly feel clouds and shadows, the years are just like this, but in the afternoon, there are window shadows, quiet and lonely, distant mountains and wind whispering, leaves rustling, making people feel fine and fragrant in half a page of ancient books. -Silver Gree "Silent and Pure Fen"
52. Who made my life chest and blocked my life? Who will lend me a pair of wings and let me fly freely? Who, get drunk with me and love the sea with me? Who comforts me for half my life, caresses me and helps me wander? If you are sincere, I will never leave.
53. Life is like a dandelion. It seems to be free, but it can't help itself. The distance between past lives and this life may be only separated by a threshold. One second is a past life, and the next may become this life. I just want to walk the distance from past lives to this life in the simplest way, and keep my heart true with the years. Cross the world of mortals with a clean heart, and then wash away the polluted lead in the world of mortals with words, so that the heart can return to its true nature.
54, a person's Buddhist village, light, rain, water, water, flowers, is the self-pity of incense. If you ask for news, the blue sky will clear the way, and the fish will write wild goose books, you will receive the bright moon. -Silver Gree's "One Buddha Village"
55. Only in the deep mountains, in an empty and smokeless place, sitting opposite the clear water, or when the wind passes by, can you have this coolness. Suddenly, your years are not around, and you are old in a different place, which has nothing to do with yourself. -Silver Gree "suddenly enlightened"
56. That evening, the light was sparse, and I saw an unknown flower holding a bud on the hillside by the sea, swaying in the wind, which was very soothing and dignified. Thinking of people walking around all their lives, this gesture is what a person should feel. There is no mysterious and ordinary scenery, just like salt in daily dishes and a smile on your face, which is not precious but indispensable. -Silver Gree "The Wind Blows Away Every Word in the Poetry"
57. After three to five years, looking at the mountains and water is a cool world that you can't reach; After seven or eight years, seeing grass, trees and vegetation is still an impenetrable book. Gradually understand that the people and scenery you are attached to, the palm of your hand melts the snow, and the palm of your hand leaves Pinellia ternata. It is not up to you to decide whether to stay or not. -Silver Gree "Arbitrary Wan Chai"
Sometimes, you can find a person through a song. Sometimes, you can only prove that you have lost someone again and again through a song. There are so many old songs that are sung over and over again, and it is actually that person who listens over and over again. -Silver Gree "Looking at Lotus Net"
59. When you try to cross the sea, try to overcome all difficulties and come to my side, I know that you will be gentle with my years and I will light up your life.
60. In a word, the mountain spectrum is a breeze song-you listen and sing by the stream, and your heart suddenly opens up. You and the whole mountain are like a peach blossom pool; A word that falls on the tip of the grass is an ink painting-you see, it's nothing, naturally it's a painting without ink in the mountains, and there are poems in the forest. In a word, the water comes out, wet and smoky. At first glance, you can nourish your heart and let you worry. In a word, walking in a cloak is like a cloud, a bird, traveling far away. Be clear at a glance, you can feel at ease and be impetuous. In a word, stand in the mountains and stand in the wild; In a word, walking in wild flowers will lead to a warm sunshine; In a word, sleeping in the wind is like a wild crane in the clouds. -Baiyin Gree's "Grazing a Group of Words"
6 1, life is full of flowers. When guests come back, they quietly walk into a painting, sit alone in the courtyard, or in front of the mountain, watching the cold wind blowing, and the last flower falls in their hearts, but there is still a comfortable smile in their eyes. -Silver Gree "Snow Journey"
62. The person you like is placed in your heart, like a honey ball deposited on the bottom of a glass. Sweet and bright. When you are wronged, you will feel less bitter when you lick your memory. -Rico's Little Lucky
63, the mountain, meditation is not possible; Water, non-net capacity can be ignored; Without respect, people can't last long. -Silver Gree
64. I don't think there are many wisteria. At first, I thought the word wisteria was too romantic, just like the characters in the lingering plot, or resentful or sad. When I really appreciate it, I feel hung up, not entangled, not resentful or sad, falling in love, falling in invitation and falling in lush memories. It is a cavity full of feelings, full of butterflies and bees, full of the brilliance of the sun and the moon. -"Wisteria" by Silver Gree
65. The scenery a person encounters is the breeze of flowers and trees, but what he encounters is his own past. What two people meet with the scenery is each other's hearts, singing together, the wind and frost are clear, and the sun and the moon meet again. -Silver Gree "Reunion of the Sun and the Moon"
66. People who have been or have not been there have a "Xitang past" in their hearts. At first, watching the scenery is love, with a person in or out, a dusty coming or not, full of love, a pier swaying in the river. As time goes by, people are crowded, leaving behind either a cup of Xitang tea, a Xitang rain bridge, a misty rain corridor or a slate alley. Looking back, what belongs to me is not going to the seaside for thousands of times, but standing at the corner of the alley, quietly enjoying myself, and those old and hard stones and those old and missing people and things are coming slowly. The past is the most beautiful destination. -Silver Gree "Dust Into the House"
67. When I was young, I felt that my life was an unbeaten performance, with bees and butterflies embracing each other and attracting people's attention. Later, I woke up and found that all the experiences were the noise of the audience, not the applause of flowers; All the fun ended before the curtain opened; All sadness is the silence when you use your last strength to make a curtain call. Looking back, there was a huge cry in youth, not more than one night. Have you ever been in a play just for yourself? -Silver Gree "The sound of water drops is far away"
68. Which road, when the pear blossoms are white and the spring breeze is clear, is not our mark on each other, but about the depth of flowers and trees. Even if, along the way, I just pass by a dewdrop in your hair, and you just pass by a light snow in my palm, it will be a romantic legend of spring flowers all over the mountain next year. -Silver Gree "You brought grass seeds from afar"
69, a person alone, everything has nothing to do with yourself. At this time, nothing needs to be said or done. As long as you calm down and become a gust of wind, a dead branch and a mountain, you can close your eyes and be silent. -Silver Gree "Cold Silence"
70. I heard a pine pagoda drop off the chessboard, and the crystal on the stone dropped flowers in its stream, which looked beautiful. Then through the cloister of the yard, push the door and enter the house. Flowers are fragrant and old words are written in ink; After half a month, I opened the window and the wind was a little cold. The past is at the door, a cup of tea is still fragrant, and a word is still open. -Silver Gree "One Word, One Quiet"