It's fate anyway, right? Although I almost know what the result will be, I won't work so hard, and I will take the college entrance examination next year.

Sea oath

Oath is used to bind the surging heart, but it finally binds the void. The mountain forest does not swear the four seasons, it will rise and fall; The ocean does not need to make a commitment to the sandy shore, and it is fun to meet.

Lovers who prefer vows have had the first time and want the second time. All the vows are in the legendary heaven. The world is a sudden convergence in an instant, and convergence is a word. When it meets the present, it means "gathering"; The word Yi San means Yi San. I don't swear, so I don't ask when to get together, and when to get together after. The natural convergence of the gathering will naturally disperse.

Even the language should be abandoned. There is only clean silence and existence between you and me.

Walking grass

Chilechuan

anonymous

Yinshan chilechuan,

The sky is like the sky, covering the fields,

The sky is gray and wild,

Look at cattle and sheep at the wind and grass.

Come to the vast grassland and be attracted by the subtle sound.

That's the sound of grass relaxing from the bottom of the grassland; It is also the sound of grass tips and swimming clouds dancing with each other when the wind blows. This is a kind of whisper that can't be heard in a crowded world. People's eyes and ears always stay in the glory of the world, forgetting that there is a deeper dialogue on the grassland.

I gradually understand that the story of birth and death in the world has long been contained in the ups and downs of nature, silently showing it to people, indicating endless life and bringing water out of flowers. People must exhaust the spirit of a lifetime to understand, but for every grass on this grassland, germination in spring and withering in autumn means a lifetime. People have no reason to boast about their longevity. People are not as good as a grass, which germinates without expecting anything in return, withers without regrets, absorbs the water and sunshine that a grass should absorb, occupies the land that a grass should occupy, does its due duty, and then turns into soil to make grass buds that germinate next spring.

All kinds of grass are like this, as well as grasslands.

I have been looking for where I can be more calm and where I can be taught to be more fluent; JaeHee disturbed the world, but he was constantly disappointed. Only then did I know what I was expecting. Mountains and rivers attract me from time to time, but I'm all thumbs. The steadiness of the mountains and the magnanimity of the water have nurtured the people of Ye Ping and the cattle and sheep in the grasslands.

If the fragrance of rice and flowers on the edge of Tian She once made my heart breathe a sigh of relief, it was not only the hard-working cultivators who made them so, but also Ye Ping and running water. If Songtao in the depths of the mountain ever comforted me, it was the heart of the mountain that made me so. If the opening and falling of peach blossoms have ever brought me a sigh, then I must be grateful. It is the ethics of mountains, water, flowers and birds that have untied me.

I have never seen a mountain, and the family of the mountain, Qi Xin, holds up the earth together; I have never seen a lonely river, and the dry hands and feet of the water demand satisfaction. There has never been a peach blossom that never fades. They adhere to the principle of life and death, and let the four seasons and the land complete the story.

Glory is the duty; Doing it is also my duty.

The grassland in front of me is undoubtedly part of the relationship between heaven and earth. The harmony that attracts me is that the sky is boundless and unintentional, the mountains sit unintentionally, the grasslands sway unintentionally, the cattle and sheep bite unintentionally, and I am watching unintentionally.

At this time, I am not only a rock in the mountain, but also a cloud swimming in the sky; It's half-stem grass, and it's also the hair on cattle and sheep.

People should not be outside the mountains and rivers. When I set out again, I was a walking grass, calling back my soul for me who was still addicted to the world of mortals.

Dream travel book

Some people are still alive. For a dream of an archaeological past life, someone kept a running account in the dream book. I have calculated, but I often swim out of reality. Although I tried my best to find a piece of double-sided adhesive for love, I found that even the land under my feet followed.

So, you camped in reality, don't encourage me to find a new bulletin board with unnecessary guilt, and someone will nail me up with thumbtacks-under the embarrassment that your bulletin board is full and you can't tear off the old poster, let reality return to reality, sleepwalking return to sleepwalking, life does not exist in a single world, and sleepwalkers don't read the realistic constitution.

I must write something for you. If you suddenly want to see me, I have a bunch of sleepwalking guides at hand.

Title word nesting

Words are my addiction and a paradise for sleepwalkers. It falsifies reality, even beyond the jurisdiction of reality. Only in writing, I returned to the ocean like a dried fish and flew back to the forest like a bird caught in a net. You have to understand that being a man is a kind of imprisonment, and the complex world is a complex anti-theft system. The deeper you get involved in the world, the more joys and sorrows you experience, just like a lock, which strengthens your imprisonment (the lock on you is the most I have ever seen, which can unlock the store. Religion is an ancient lock-picking industry, but imprisonment makes people feel inertia, desire and distrust. Even if the fetters were pried open, he still walked in a confined posture, and the fetters became his safety. People turn to embrace the romantic fantasy of death and comfort the living and the dead in the name of "ultimate liberation". Death is forced to be released, just like the initial forced imprisonment, there is no glory at all. Instead of waiting for the final release, try to escape from the real prison. Words are mine, my avatar magic, used to store ice bricks and flames. Speech mutiny.

In reality, time and space are not friendly enough for us. Your day is my night. Every time we meet, it's like two ships in a turbulent flow. Suddenly, the hulls are similar and we hit the waves. Finally, I only saw a small flash on the magnificent river, and the cries of people on board were confiscated by the waves. There is no need to appeal to anyone for this injustice. The gods also have insurmountable laws. I have always lacked interest in reversing the case. If being together means being able to look at each other in reality, I would rather redefine being together means transcending, planting gorgeous beauty on the impossible rock ridge, holding hands with the soul in the silent and shadowless reality, and uniting in different places.

Don't give me order, I will arrange a set of order; If you don't give me a day, I'll share it. Life is to be an emperor, not a slave.

When you are powerless, you often sigh vaguely: "You must have abandoned me in your last life, so you have to wait for me in this life!" " "

Shangbeizi has been forgotten in Meng Po's soup bowl. Can't a grudge be bought and sold at one time? According to Su Ye's theory, it is not the most important explanation in this life that you and I meet after paying off our debts and getting what we want. I even think it's best to meet when it's a foregone conclusion. Earlier, I didn't break away from the law of reality. Even if you and I are building a house, we won't take the sword of personality by mistake. Along the way, we will ruin the vicissitudes of life that we have all experienced, wear away the bad habits in our character, and we are eager for eternal peace and kindness. Sometimes, I thank you for your past. They work for me, grinding diamonds. )

If we want to think about past lives, we would rather say that we are moral friends who fought side by side in the wilderness, shared the food of war and lived and died together. One night at the top of the mountain, there were few stars in the autumn sky and the wind was ghostly. You are dying in my arms and say, "dear brother, I can't follow you." I hope to see you again in my next life, and I won't say much ... "I promised you that no matter how difficult it is, I will see you. You look at me in the dark and close your eyes gradually; I held you in my arms and kept repeating our agreement until I buried you in the autumn morning.

It was an accident that we met in the mountains in early autumn. At that time, I shook hands with the other person's name, and my face was stunned, and my hand was particularly heavy. As usual, I stayed away from disturbing people and wandered around alone. It was the last time I tried my best to travel before leaving my job, and people didn't reach my heart. You call me. I don't think I can talk to you about any inner scenery except my work scope. I always insist on the courtesy of passing by. However, what a strange sentence that is! Like an old acquaintance, we went straight to the bottom of each other's strings, exposed our character through ancient tragic figures and made a simple statement. After the autumn banquet, I thought I was going to say goodbye and go to business separately. The next day, I saw you for another ten minutes. Looking back, I deeply feel that at the critical moment when we are about to leave, there is a mysterious force that will freeze us. If I go out for dinner half a minute earlier, I won't see the person who entrusted you to say goodbye for the time being, and I won't think on the way to the airport: what's the best gift for the person who is going to the airport? A rich car stopped, and the peddler moved out several boxes of fruit to set up a stall, so he took the liberty of choosing a few shabby fruits for you! These come naturally and simply, and it is reasonable to meet at night. I quickly turned around. Until your letter, like a soft rope, caught a wild horse with hooves. At that time, I was on the cliff

Back or not? According to past examples, don't go back. Your letter was on the desk, and I read it again and again. The sincerity between the lines penetrated me and even deliberated. You must erase several narrative methods to show it. One letter is equal to several letters. Don't need any reason. Answer sincerely.

"No matter how hard it is, I have to meet you!" Suddenly smell the air and promise!

The reality you belong to is completely strange to me, and you have never experienced my grassroots style. You have made me grow a lot. According to the secular generation, a ceremony should be held, but it does not hinder fugue. There is a familiar fish and goose. It seems that this person has long known each other. He once rode horses synchronously in the wild desert, drank the Nujiang River together, and called each other's names to the vast fields ... I died late and lived in an embarrassing daughter. Can we still be brothers?

I remember the third time we met was the second year. We all prepared gifts for each other and gave a green Yin Shi. I was stunned by this "confirmation" at that time. The stormy mountain building in mid-spring is inaccessible, and birds are faintly singing in the distance. You and I are sitting in a pot of tea, silence is better than words; In the two dikes of time, the long drift and disillusionment are broken by raindrops hitting the window. Yes, it broke the taste of a good horse wandering in a desolate and chaotic grave, where the soul is still alive and the shirt has rotted; The general fell down and watched the children in the village drive away chickens and ducks with swords. What about this life? Watching people go empty, brick by brick echoes the intimate words of the old people; Seeing the splendid customs, the guide suddenly turned into a poisonous python, broke his arm with a knife and fled along the bloody road ... The defeated man had nothing to say. In silence, we know who we are, who we think we are, and whether we are sworn brothers or lovers today. In fact, you are my man and I am your woman, with the same emotional echo and the same personality.

This kind of experience is by no means a debt on credit, it is bitter and cannot be parasitic. What this world has come for, in the final analysis, is nothing more than a journey of gratitude, with a wish to be realized and a hatred. How much responsibility is given by reality, and try our best to achieve the limit of weight; I don't want to be paranoid, I don't want to be incomplete, and I don't want to suffer others because of the primitive desire of human nature. Nobody owes me a penny, and I don't owe anyone a penny. I am only willing to take responsibility and do what I think is appropriate.

Our only regret is not being together, but that doesn't count. Unfortunately, the soul is far away. If the reality is perfect, people's brilliance can't be displayed. The gap in reality is not used to exterminate people. It provides an opportunity to see how high people can climb, how far they can walk and how long they can persist. It tests whether you can get rid of the wildness of animal nature, whether you can transform from human imprisonment, and whether you can get close to God.

Yes, I met the best of you and got the best chance to build a nest with words and sleep with you.

The ocean is wider than the earth, the sky is wider than the ocean, the imagination is more infinite than the sky, and the spirit makes the imagination magnificent.

Our thatched cottage is not on earth, and the key is hidden in words. When you break the seal, an arch relief will take you in. When you see some stationery like a magic carpet woven with flowers, I come, call you, chat with your deskmate, hide in the study and scrutinize the skin of the article, suddenly smell the silence of osmanthus, and turn around and say to you; Sometimes peel off a strange dream about you; Or just a cold, give you a few coughs; No one's dusk, accompany me to stroll, get lost in the ancient temple in the mountains, but bump into a tree out of the wall, red and innocent; Or solemnly talk about the mystery of life in tea and cigarettes, quote the vicissitudes of the past, and prove that chastity and innocence cross the dust abyss and finally complete our noble life. ...

It is love that makes the soul alive, and it is ice and snow personality that makes love breathe fire.

Over the years, I still want to read your letter. I walked into the carving gate and followed you to see the "magnolia tree with pure single petal language for an unlucky summer night"; In the garden path in late spring, there is a purple mist at the foot, and I smell the fragrance of falling out of England; You still walk into the heavy days with the old pace, make wedding clothes for people, and see that your hair has an inch of snow; You said, turn around and ask how to write a word, and suddenly feel that you are not around; Insomnia in the middle of the night, walking into the yard, the moonlight in the sky is beautiful, I don't know where I am? You say, you can't escape the fate of flowers, and your face is empty? You ask where is the hometown, running with happiness and holding the family name in the genealogy? You say, it is better to learn from the ancients and turn off the lights after sighing. ...

I hid it in your shirt pocket, just like you knitted it into my hair band. We should bear the real responsibility alone, not complain. I don't want to seek my own pleasure and abandon my conscience-love with split personality is not solemn. We know exactly what the other party wants to collect, so we have stronger power than before to serve the real labor; You and I can't waste our lives just to satisfy each other's personal interests. The reason why we cherish each other is not only the sincerity of love, but also whether we can fulfill our realistic responsibilities and practice human morality with equal sincerity. Without this chivalrous spirit, the communication without real foundation has long since disintegrated, but it is just one of many destinies. Even if life allows me to come back with millions of faces, I don't want to see you again. The profound meaning of fate belongs to people, the origin, and it is a metaphor for an unfinished wish to survive in the distance or to pay off countless debts. If you can be kind, the blessing is thin, but the fate will not die. If you are born tired, don't submit to humiliation. You can make a wish for the future and wait for another origin calmly. If we are together, I will promote good, others will turn evil, have a clear conscience, die with fate, and be free.

You and I have several priorities and cannot replace each other. If you fall in love with me and deviate from others, you are still unjust. If I cling to you and abandon others, I am also unjust. The power of love makes us honest people and sincerely embrace reality, so it is not surprising that love is as long as the Ganges because of tolerance, and life is as lofty as sumeru because of joy and suffering. Your honor will shine on me, and I will honor you with the same honor. Now in two of a kind, people treat me like a national, and I repay you with a national.

We learn to do this, and then meet in the air in the little secret time left. Five years after initiation, I would like to whisper to you: My hometown is your hometown; No matter who I end up with, there is always a sofa for you in my destiny. You can come, be silent with me, or taste your peach blossom.

Let reality catch up, we are safe, even if the last meeting is a farewell to this life, I am calm, and death is beyond my control.

We agreed that whoever goes first in the future will give the huge letter to the other party for safekeeping and ensure that it will not flow into anyone's eyes. I can't help imagining that one day, when we know that death will take away one of them, we will find a quiet lake with all the letters on the last night. Let's meet, you pass me the letter I sent you, you are me; I will reply to you with your letter, and I will be you. I will read a letter, destroy a letter, tell you my half life, and make a synthesis. I will cherish each other, not sad or happy, and wish the last journey of life, the deceased like a husband, and a pleasant journey.

If, even on this day, the last person to leave the hut, remember to set fire.

just

The sound of rubbing leaves came from the Woods. That's the finger of autumn. Sunlight warms the wall, but it cools it at night.

This quiet town seems to be undisturbed by the world. At most, there is a Yin Xue floating in winter and taking a nap on the boat. However, time is a book-tearing person, stuffing story chapters into every window, laughing a few times, shedding a few tears and floating like a reflection.

Therefore, in the spring when hyacinthus orientalis and lavender are dancing, there are always old women in plain clothes who lift the curtains and watch the boys and girls on the stone bridge say goodbye to each other. In the lush dusk, there are always wedding bells ringing loudly; There are always lost pigeons resting on strangers' shoulders.

Autumn wears away old leaves. Do you want to hear a new story? The quiet river opened its eyes and said with a smile: there are always people going home, and there are always offshore boats.

The man in the eye

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. Where is the sunset? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Time, overlapping on a tree.

Old branches and leaves are like lids, and new ones stick out from them. Time writes history on the tree, and only after reading the ancient colors can we suddenly see the present. I have been thinking about how those rugged old branches can pull out tender strips and live in peace.

We look at the old and new problems of the tree from a distance, that is, we admit the beauty of the posture of the old branches and leaves, and we are glad that the new branches bring vitality and greenery. In the eyes of the viewer, when the old and the new, the past and the present are not hostile, they recognize each other in the journey of time and take beauty as the final destination.

Appreciation is possible because there is a proper distance and a clear distinction between subject and object. Too close, lost everything.

Appearance; It's too far, and the texture is blurred. If the subject and object are inseparable, it is easy to have an affair and fall into self-injury. We can clearly appreciate a tree, a mountain peak, and understand its old history and new chapter; Can we appreciate ourselves equally clearly?

Being able to pull out another self outside yourself, taking it as the main thing and taking him as the guest, in the distance, white-haired people see white.

Hair, people in the eyes say what's in the eyes?

Time has passed, the past is gone, and it is impossible to return to the time when peach blossoms first met; But in people's memory, the charm or disability of the past often returns to the shore, making the present an extension of the charm or disability of the past, or even further.

If life is a pre-bound and numbered blank paper, the past will disturb people, just like writing a page with too much pen power, the ink will penetrate into the next few pages and cannot be erased. Of course, you don't have to destroy the old pages, just like the Yellow Crane has gone, why destroy the Yellow Crane Tower? However, it is necessary to spread out the old history under the lamp and do what should be done and stop at what should be done.

After fully embracing life, you can embrace many old things or new things and give them their due status and significance. If it is a beautiful thing, you can see what kind of branches the buds of this thing are drawn from; If it is sad, it will also see a twig stretching from cloudy day to sunny day.

Time, overlapping on one person.

He stood on the back of a crane, overlooking pavilions, Jiangyan River, Maoshu and sandbars, sighing for the empty buildings in the future.

He also stood in the empty building at dusk, sighing for the past.