Time is in a hurry, the years will be cut into pieces of incomplete memory, once those sad, no longer sad, happy, but also into a faded beauty. Always want to hold the corner of time, in the depths of fleeting years, so that the most beautiful years no longer drift.
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Spring, gradually far away, has not had time to appreciate the gentle charm, has been forced by the summer heat gradually away. When I am still struggling with time to take away my vision, the summer poplar flowers have been fluttering in my time and space. A number of plain silver flowers swirling in front of my eyes, I was surprised to find that it is the beauty of life blooming. Maybe the weak spirit is so thin that I ignore its existence. However, it senses another wonderful existence of life in my sorrow that the spring is drifting away. Maybe, the literati's beautiful words and elegant brushes make the spring tracing several perfectly, which makes me sink in the world of Fangfei. There is often the sadness of the willow bank, the wind and the moon, and I regard spring as the only thing in my life. Miss the sweet taste of mulberry in summer, suddenly far away the cool fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, write the winter snowflakes into a silent appearance.
As written in Xi Murong's poem:
I can lock the pen. Why?
But can't lock up love and sadness.
In a long life, why?
Joy always fades at first sight.
The most urgent time to go is the most beautiful time.
Reading Xi Murong's poems, I understand the poet's love and hate sorrow, which is a kind of yearning and retention for the good times, but the powerless pen can not lock the love and sadness in a hurry. Perhaps, the love in the heart is too deep, the poet has such feelings. Time has passed for many years, leaving only more or less memories of the past. Those years passed in a hurry, the emotional world into a lot of strange faces, but also out of a lot of familiar tenderness. Always want to retain the most beautiful moment in life, so that life no longer have defects, but this is what kind of delusion. Youth, intertwined with emotion, after many years, we know that time has ruthlessly slipped away the most beautiful emotion in life. In sighing, I feel that time is easy to go, but the truth is difficult to stay.
In another poem "Youth without resentment", she gives infinite expectations and wishes to youth. Between the lines are the beauty of keeping together and the tenderness of gratitude in meeting. A kind of deep love and a touch of free and easy blend with this warm world, like locust flowers exude fragrance.
"when you are young, if you fall in love with someone
Please, you must treat him gently.
No matter how long or how short you have been in love
If you can always treat each other gently, then
All the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part, say good-bye.
You should also be grateful in your heart for giving you a memory.
When you grow up, you will know that when you suddenly look back,
Youth without resentment will have no regrets.
Like the quiet full moon on the hill. "
Reading this poem, there will always be a kind of warm warmth, the poet depicts youth and love as a moving picture, not sighing the emotional departure, but gives youth and love a beautiful color. Let me unconsciously in the mouth, recall once the warmth, although the time is too long, memory gradually away, that once had youth and love, now, still by my side.
The faint moonlight crossed my window, shrouding the world outside the window into a hazy color. Always in such a night, the emaciated pen can not help but fall on the thin paper, I want to retain the passage of time of those continuous past. In this way, time will not go more slowly, so that the memory of the scenery back to my eyes, reproduce the green era of those shallow traces.
Looking back on those days, there is always a warm feeling, as said in Xi Murong's poem, "when you were young, if you fell in love with someone, please, you must treat him gently." No matter how long or how short you love each other, if you can always treat each other gently, then all moments will be a flawless beauty. " Time has passed for many years, now feel that all the way through those years, although experienced barren, but also experienced wind and rain, there is still a warm feeling.
The night is late, and the moonlight has faded out of my sight, making the night more dignified, but my thoughts are still lingering in the vanishing time and refuse to part. After all, there is no way to pick up the past, and the present time knows how to cherish it more.
On this quiet night, summer worms sing leisurely in the outside world, singing happily for their own time. My heart is gradually happy, aftertaste the warmth of yesterday, continuing the warmth I met in my life. I gradually understand that if I understand this life, I will have no regrets for tomorrow. No longer feel the passing of time in a hurry, the passing time is still brimming with the brilliance of youth in my memory, and there is still a long way to go. Time shallow in my world through, with a feeling of gratitude on the road of life, hand in hand warm, slowly forward.
It's a beautiful night tonight.
(by Phil Newell) / Shangliupan / Yue
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