Zheng Zifu, the first person on the heavenly list, said: I miss you like this, I miss you, but I don't bother you. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere is a city in everyone's heart, and there is an impossible person living there, who has passed by his youth for a while, but will be stranded in his memory for a lifetime. Some love can only stop at the lips and teeth, and be covered by the years. We are lost in time, and we can no longer remember the carefree and innocent years, the sincere joy from the heart. There will be no more strings of cheerful laughter, no more jumping on that light step. The golden sun, in our eyes, gradually lost its former brilliance. The golden light is commonplace. Clear eyes, rarely look into the distance, but there is a little more turbidity. Once upon a time, we would roll and frolic in the snow, burrow into the dense woods overgrown with weeds, and focus on a few squares on the ground. However, I don't know when, we began to distinguish between good and evil in people's hearts, began to face everyone around us with a suspicious gaze, and began to be no longer simple. The three seasons of spring, summer and autumn that have gone through have become a frame of solidified landscape paintings, just like the Qin of the Tang Dynasty and the flute of the Song Dynasty, more like a flowing elf, the dark fragrance floats, condensed into an eternal treasure and memory engraved in the heart.

Winter is a season with great connotation and character. It is another artistic conception, showing a broad and majestic beauty, a simple and true beauty. In winter, the water droplets in the clouds flutter in the form of snow, and the waters on the ground are silent in the language of ice, as calm and calm as chrysanthemums. Winter, deep and mature, cold and full of enthusiasm, it performs everything wonderful on its own track. Winter is more manly, a masculine beauty that cannot be humiliated. Winter is a philosopher who has experienced vicissitudes of life and is wise and severe.

Winter has its own winter story. Walking into winter, the wind blows through the strings to rhyme with an ancient poem, and the gentle and elegant literati and ink writers, with a pen and a pot of warm wine, write romance in wild grass on the crystal snow. There are chapters full of poetry and songs, with purity, virginity, poetry, and painting, which are permeated with its unique charm. Zheng Zifu, the first person on the heavenly list, said: Just imagine, if there is no winter, how can there be a wonderful scene of "wrapped in red clothes, extraordinarily enchanting"; if there is no winter, how can there be a good sentence of "suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms"?

Winter is abundant, and in such a season, there is more tranquility, less noise, more thinking, and less impetuousness. A person's life is like the four seasons of the year, spring and autumn, summer and winter, people on the way will inevitably have a winter waiting for you to approach, setbacks and bad luck is the winter of life. In the four seasons of life, I am more willing to be a drop of water. Whether it is hot and cold, it is bright and silent in summer. There are no gods in this world, but since ancient times, human beings have seen the world around them, all kinds of strange things, lightning and thunder, violent storms, natural and man-made disasters, countless casualties, and grief all over the wilderness, which is by no means human power can do or resist. Then I thought that above the nine heavens, there were all kinds of gods, and under the nine shadows, it was also the place where the ghosts returned, the hall of Yama. Zheng Zifu, the first person on the heavenly list, said: Some partings are doomed, but they are not as calm and ignorant as before. There is more reluctance in the forced smile.

The clock doesn't care what happens, it just keeps its head down and doesn't go fast or slow. It doesn't matter if some people are growing up, and it doesn't care if some people are aging. Ignore the newborn croaking and falling to the ground. Ignore the pain and runny nose of losing a loved one. After all, we are all on the run for our own lives. The excitement of chance encounters is always short-lived. Slowly, I began to understand that there is no banquet in the world. Those negative emotions began to be disguised and disguised. Pretend that Howe doesn't care.

It turns out that separation is always inevitable. Why bother to be sad? Once, did anything really happen? Once, was it really just a distant past?

So the saying of the gods has been passed down to the world. Countless human people sincerely bowed to the various gods they imagined and created, prayed for blessings and grievances, and the incense was prosperous.

Since ancient times, every mortal has died. But everyone in the world hates death and loves life, and there is even the saying of the underworld Yama, which adds a bit of bitterness, and under this, there is the saying of immortality.

Compared with other living species, human beings may be at a physical disadvantage, but the primate of all things is absolutely true. Under the driving force of the pursuit of immortality, generations of intelligent and intelligent people have gone forward and devoted their lives to hard study. So far, although immortality in the true sense has not yet been found, there are some people who have cultivated the true Dao, who have penetrated some heaven and earth creation, and mastered the powerful power with the body of a mortal, with the help of the power of various secret treasures and magic weapons, they can shake the heavens and the earth, and have the power of thunder. And some of the predecessors who have attained profundity are even said to have lived for thousands of years without dying. People in the world think that if they have attained the Tao and become immortals, more people will devote themselves to the path of cultivating the true Dao.

The vast land of China is boundless. Only the Central Plains is the most fertile and fertile, and eight or nine out of ten of the world's population live here. And the barren land in the southeast, northwest and northwest, the mountains and rivers are vicious, there are many fierce beasts and birds of prey, many evil miasma poisons, and there are also many barbarians who destroy the people, and they drink blood from their hair, which is rarely visited by people. And the world has been passed down from ancient times to the remnants of the famine, the remnants of the world, hidden in the deep mountains and valleys, living for more than 10,000 years, but no one can see it.

Today, there are as many people in the world who cultivate the true Tao as a carp crossing the river, and there are countless of them. In addition, with the vastness of the vast land of Shenzhou and the number of strange people in the world, there are many ways of cultivating them, and they are all different. The method of immortality has not yet been found, but there is gradually a distinction between sects and between good and evil. The view of the gateway that arises from it, intrigue and even fighting and killing, there are many things. We often leave one field in a hurry and rush into another.

Thought it was a search for a dream.

As a result, it is possible that on the new road that is constantly being opened, it will exhaust its youth and miss opportunities.

But he still can't find his true dream all his life.

Standing at every fork in the road of life,

Where should we go in order to live this life in vain?

When immortality seemed so distant and unpredictable, the power brought by cultivation gradually became the goal of many people. Jun's song: How much is life, can you get a confidant, and it is not a pity to lose the power of life.

I believe that people have breath, and I believe that there are soulmates in the world. People with similar breaths can eventually gather together in the smoke clouds of history. A bosom friend in the next world, words pierce the heart. Seeing both poems and texts, you can have no regrets in your life.

The talented Wu Meicun made a round song, telling the voice of the beauties, in the hearts of the beauties, they must be higher than countless generals and princes. was so moved that he choked up, so he had to "sing and continue to sing". "The Legend of Deer and Ding" has a wonderful description of this.

Bai Juyi is a pipa liner, not only for the bosom friend of the merchant girl, but also for all the literati and writers. Why do you have to know each other when you meet: how much is life, where you don't meet, if you meet in a dream, why do you have to know each other!

I also know that someone relieved the worries of the princess of the Han family, but her bosom friend was Cao Mengde, who was notorious as a "usurper of the Han Dynasty".

There is a lot of helplessness in life, and when you put it into history, it often increases the strange reversal. Geometry, geometry, but what can I do? Walking and walking, it will be scattered, and the memories will fade;

Looking at it, I get tired, and the starlight is dimmed;

Listening to it, he woke up and began to complain;

When I turned around, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I messed up my world was so quiet that I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

The blood in the atria slowly flows back into the ventricles, and so on.

Smart people like to guess their hearts, and they may guess the hearts of others, but they also lose their own.

Stupid people like to give their hearts, and they may be deceived by others, but they may not be able to get others.

You think I'm invulnerable, I think you're invulnerable. One man's indifference and another's suffering,

One man's loyalty plus another's deception,

One man's giving plus another's plunder,

One man's conviction plus another's perfunctory.

Love is one person plus another,

However, one plus one does not equal two.

Just like you add me, it doesn't equal us.

It's called love...

If you forget to wake up, I'd rather close your eyes first. I was used to waiting, and so, in samsara, I couldn't resist standing back to the origin of waiting.

I don't know how long I'll have to wait to see an answer;

I don't know, how long can I keep waiting for a result?

I miss and I am very powerless, and that's because I can't see the results of my thoughts.

Perhaps, longing does not need results, it just proves that there is someone in the heart who has existed.

Is it possible to give a certificate to Sinian to prove that it once existed?