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The gentle autumn wind blew a tube of Xiao, and the leaves swayed. Where is the person next to the clear frost chrysanthemum, the shadow is vaguely in Xie Qiao.

-Yu Yi swims in the dust

Go back and avoid the world for a long time. These days, I understand more and more. A soft waxy cotton-padded coat, isolated from the cold weather on March 9, coincides with its machine wrapped in love like water. I don't know if this is an excuse for flowers to avoid lovesickness, but I have long known that this is the fate written by talented people and beautiful women since ancient times. Knowing a stranger and looking at the world of mortals ... untie the blue silk tapestry that binds memories, and the trace of clear autumn is obvious in this clear night in Whitestorm. Epiphyllum flies down, thinking for thousands of years, but it has not returned to the world of mortals. It's not that you can't find the bluestone under the bodhi tree. Buddhism has a cloud, and life has eight hardships: birth, old age, illness, death, love of parting, long-standing resentment, lofty aspirations and disappointment. Since we know that we can't let go, why do it against our will? Take a deep breath, sip fragrant tea, swallow a little bitterness, brush away the old dream of a little dust on the curtain, dig out the green notes to sort out the past, and remember this quiet, fragrant and gentle woman with a deep smile.

Excellent taste depends on beauty. I still remember that in the last year, the beauty of the world was exhausted in April, when spring came late and the grass grew and the warblers flew. You and I have a glimpse in the vast sea of nets. Thin words, immature words, are just some sadness to supplement new words. You leave messages to each other, marveling at the spirit, and rarely returning to halal. Finally, with a change of pen, in a few words, I pointed to my heart and said that I was hiding in the lotus seed. The metallurgical ability is rich and colorful, and the aroma is overflowing. I'm looking for fragrance. I'm looking at your honeymoon book. One after another, "Revenge of the Whole City" is dripping with ink. Following the gathering and separation of Wan'er and Qin Yujie, people can't help but feel heartache. Perhaps I was afraid that my poor brushwork would make others laugh and left without saying a word. You see, in the past, I was shy like a hibiscus, full of innocence, curiosity and admiration, with long classical feelings, and followed it carefully in this world. At that time, I would never have predicted that one day, if I could, I would rather not have any poems, words, hypocritical paintings, ruthless calligraphy and pen and ink. ...

There is nothing. Why make dust? There are no landscapes, no courtyards, no encounters, no lovesickness, no songs, no words, no pavilions, and everything can be ignored, except the blue that can't be put down. I used to think that ancient customs, figures, flowers, poems and novels were destined to be new life. And Jia Jian is just the creeping weed closest to love. If you hadn't been writing all the time, being a woman with good ink and soup, watching the fallen flowers and listening to the snow, you might not have these beautiful sorrows that make people feel distressed out of thin air! Of course, I won't meet that bloody dust robbery that makes me sad and cold, and I still have no regrets. I just miss, miss the girl who used to be called Man Man and Tian Yu. Without clear words or poems, there are still so many people who love her, spoil her and care about her ... what pure happiness it is, and now it warms my heart when I think about it. Later, I began to draw my own star-like daydream on a piece of green paper, and fell in love with romantic lovers, flowers and trees, and found someone to fold it. No matter when and where plum blossoms bloom, they will not set each other off like lotus flowers and the sun.

The Buddha said that there is no rain, no wind to fly. If there is fate, where can't we meet in life? For example, you and I are gentle and clean, and Nichol Mei is beautiful. Xu, because the dust of fate has not yet arrived, made a quick visit and farewell. It's freezing in November. I met a friend and stepped into a quiet and elegant house. I didn't know until I went there that the owner here turned out to be you, the quiet woman who once met me. Now that I think about it, I still have some regrets, because this encounter is still like a passing cloud. There is no denying that I have always admired Cheng, an English woman who is as light as a daisy in quiet inside. But I don't want to hide my ears. I can't learn that calmness in my bones. I am greedy. If I am in love, I will write for a long time. If you cherish each other, you must also abandon me if you cherish each other. Seize every day. Frost flowers dyed white, passing by your Qing palace, low eyebrows hidden heart, thick fog and different clouds. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from each other. But I firmly believe that passing by several times is only for the sake of getting together more meaningfully, getting to know each other and cherishing each other.

In retrospect, you and I really became attached, but this spring, a year after we first met. It is not that I am negligent in reviewing, but that every time I think of this place, I can't help blushing and "running away" in shame. "Once a son has made a lifelong mistake, no son will ever make a lifelong mistake." After all, it's all Luo, so it's over. Mountains are not without edges, rivers are not inexhaustible, heaven and earth are not harmonious, earth-shattering or noisy, but I just don't know how to meet each other from now on. Luo, people. Escape, promise to clear the dust, promise to clear the dust; Ink ideas, ideas and dust. As time went on, Huo Ran was shocked. It turns out that Xu Chengyi can also write Xu Chengyi. This situation can only be remembered, because everyone was disconsolate at that time. Hurt without mourning, mourn without mourning. Everything knows itself, and everything knows. It can't be said that it is a lifelong fault, nor can it be said that it is a lifelong fault. Snowflakes fall in love with plum blossoms and fall in love again, but they can't escape the fate of melting snow and turning flowers into flowers. It's just from the heart, and I can't let it go after all. Although, I can't tell you why. Hard work, I can't change it back, I can't dig it once. Nothing can be done by people. This is the most common alternative.

At first glance it looks like a dream. In the afternoon, the warm sun shone on the plain clothes, reflecting the white jade-like element, and secretly climbed the railing outside the house. The grass is green and yellow, and the peach blossoms outside the fence are thick or light. It's just the right time, a few birds singing and a cup of tea, quiet and beautiful. It was such a sunny afternoon that a ray of afterglow dyed my face red, and I took the initiative to talk to you for the first time. The daughter's twists and turns of mind were exhausted by secret and elegant words and hesitation. Tell you carefully, I like a man, an extraordinary man. And that person is very close to you and knows you very well. I'm not a long-sleeved woman. I always stay away from strangers. You are not good at using pride and loneliness to cover up your inferiority. The first conversation with you is hearty, without a trace of strangeness and estrangement. Maybe God hasn't made friends for a long time. Besides, many of my friends have made friends with you. They are all temperamental people. I don't know whether you are playing dumb or knowingly. Anyway, you are willing to ask questions, and you are not allowed to defend. You see, people have given up their weapons and surrendered, and they are forced to do nothing. Finally, they confessed honestly.

Double-minded women, once together, will never leave. Nice to meet you. Sisters will remain the same in this life and the next, okay? Ink grinds purple jade in autumn, and water helps the shore to reflect Haitang. You have witnessed the most intoxicating, pure, beautiful, clear, poetic, helpless and tangled dream in my life. But the old friend is far away, and the dust under the window is full of piano. Sitting on a bottle of wine, I wish I could pour it. Heavy month said, "you see, I love you these years, youth is just infinite. Unfortunately, as a person from diamond cut diamond, you have long been lost in the depths of time. " So should I be grateful that you are still with us when he leaves these faded days? Actually, I should write about me and him. After all, we are no longer us. I still don't believe it will really stop here. He's fine, I'm fine, and we're not. Maybe it's not that I don't believe it, but that I'm unwilling. His proud indifference to me, a woman who has always been indecisive, when can she learn to smile calmly? ...

Floating life has not rested, thoughts are like butterflies, and memories are endless. Someone told me that the memory of fish is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it doesn't remember the past, and everything becomes new. Then I'd rather be a fish, forget everything after 7 seconds, and the people I met and the things I did can disappear. But I'm not a fish. I can't forget the people I love, the pain I care about, and the pain of lovesickness. The same likes speaking openly, the same affection and ruthlessness, the same "thinking", the same heart as glass, the same sensitivity and delicacy, the same vulnerability and willfulness, and the same stupidity and persistence. I still love the same man, indifferent to dust and clear and unconventional. Is the whole thing just fate? We met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? But when we meet, we will get to know each other. He often says that you and I have the same mind. In the old days, you mistook your brother for him. Their manners, even in Qing Yan today, still can't tell right from wrong. How can I forget that glitz is short-lived, and I can't hold hands when I look at my brother. I am also a stranger to him? Is this all heaven?

Heaven and earth are ruthless, and everything is a grass dog. Really, it's better to stay in the middle than too much. Love is in ruins, and I can't look back. As Yaner said, "It feels like we have built a prison for ourselves, forcing ourselves to never see the light of day." The heart is a carved window covered with cobwebs, reading the warmth of the world with a ray of light squeezed out from the gap in the cobwebs. Looking back sadly, for him, this may just be an insignificant encounter, but for me, I tried my best to avoid the inevitable dust robbery, which was the best encounter in my life. All roads lead to the same goal, and the warmest meeting is to meet you, you, bamboo, Xiaoyan, Shen Yue, and many drunken fairies and demons. Please forgive me for not using the word you. We are not each other's only, bearing each other's only beauty. You know the feeling. I just looked at the reassuring purple butterfly and wrote you happy words. I choked silently, tears filled my eyes, moved, relieved, envious and more delighted. I'm happy for you, silly girl. With such intimate understanding, accompanied by a cheerful and intelligent sister, she is as sad as you, and will definitely wait for a sunny day of her own.

The piano is played all over the room, and books are all over the bed. Nothing else, I went to the bookshelf to take down the shelved Book of Songs and read it casually. Ann said that the Book of Songs is like a flower on the other side, even if it can't be picked, it will always live in my heart. I don't agree with many of Ann's remarks, but this sentence won my heart. Love is like drinking water. I only know it through hard work. When I read Zheng Feng's "Weeds", I was reminded of this girl who is like smoke, like a moon, like a poem, like a dream. I can't help singing softly with my fingers. "There are creeping weeds in the wild, and there is no dew." A beautiful woman is walking on the road, very beautiful. It's perfect for me to meet a real coincidence. Wild weeds grow in rows, and dew is round and round on the grass. A beautiful woman is walking on the road, with clear facial features and beautiful and moving. After a brief encounter, with my son. "In a trance, I seem to see a woman with wide sleeves and purple clothes in the green field, holding the piano, urging the strings to stroke the column and drinking with you, looking at Zhu's eyes red ... I can't help but sigh, clear my mouth, come out of the water, violets, and a beautiful woman. Which man is lucky enough to have such beauty? Qingcheng mountain, deep in the ocean, no regrets, what man can bear such infatuation? The most beautiful thing in the world is to meet that person in your most beautiful years, to be able to "suit my liking" and finally "hide my son"

It is precisely because love words are too bitter that people who love them are prone to make mistakes. Laugh at me, I have a roll in my hand, but I can't get an inch. Deep is scattered, weak is not satisfied. "If you love deeply, you will be hurt." I don't want to and will never let this eight-character prophecy prove to you and me. You are as elegant as you are, and I am as clear as me. I am never afraid of holes and scars. Only those who can't bear to miss you will hurt you a little. It's hard to restrain yourself if you are extreme to the depths, so you don't hesitate to hurt yourself by seven points first, and then hurt others by seven points ... If all the stupid things are over, accompany me to pick a secluded place and stay with Residual Lotus to keep a humble warmth, okay? Fingertips are cool, and I think of an obscure song "We are all good children, whimsical children …" when I was a child. With a smile, where is a quiet place? Only I believe that one day we can learn to accept the reality frankly, learn to let nature take its course, learn to face bad luck calmly, learn to look at life positively and learn to look at the bright side of everything. In this way, the sunshine will flow into the heart, drive away the fear, drive away the darkness and drive away everything, and simply walk leisurely through the dancing world of mortals.

At the end of this summer, you will wait for me in Hefei, Ma Rulong. Light blue clothes, silky shoulders, quiet expression, gentle eyebrows, but those thin shoulders make me feel bad. You have always been sensible, how much injustice and sadness has your petite body suffered? Without the awning, pear blossoms and stars, you are holding a lily, looking for a displaced image, which is deeply branded in my heart like the scorching sun. It is no exaggeration to describe it with a bright and graceful smile. To some extent, we fell in love at first sight. On the eve of the ridiculous meeting, White and I were very worried. Look, look, I don't know when I became so secular. "Luzhou moonlight shines on your heart, and you are no longer like that under the moon." Luzhou is Hefei. In Vae's song, the place where you enter the scenery with the wind in a boat. Same place, different moods. Vae sang, "Too many injuries, I can't tell. It was unusual to sigh at that time." But you and I have too many confidences, and time is too short to speak from the heart. The train has already rung the farewell party.

Wave your hand, say goodbye to each other, and watch your figure gradually disappear in the bustling crowd, tears overflow your eyelids, and finally you can't see anything. Sweep away the smoke and dust, and go home with joy and regret that I didn't enjoy myself. It's a pity that the world of mortals is dancing. Now that I think about it, that day, that period of time, that feeling and that scene are all like yesterday, vivid and within reach. Are you too self-righteous? When a person is alive with the memories of two people, even the passing scenery is a reward for him. Many things that I thought happened only yesterday have passed for so long; Many people I thought I would meet again have disappeared; Many things that I thought would turn around turned out to be a mirage. Roll up your long hair, put on your elegant makeup, smile in front of the mirror a thousand times ... tell yourself that you are no longer a child, and you will grow up if you resist. You should have a keen and broad vision, clear and wise thinking, and calmly handle human feelings and things. Responsibility, obligation, conscience, resentment, entanglement ..... Abandon sadness and leave a kind heart.

I just can't help thinking, is the moment I was right an illusion, and those that have passed will never appear again? Vae sang softly on her simple face. "When I was plain, I was still so pure. I miss, I don't miss, I can't miss. " Fragmented, unforgettable, unforgettable, no matter how hard you try, you can't stick to an unforgettable day. If you plant it as a cause, you reap it as a result, and everything is created by your mind. I miss you and I laughing and talking about that day, and we are going to swim together. You are tired of driving, just for a moment's meeting. I'm travel-stained, and I'm going on a nice date. Clear water, blue sky and purple flowers, the shallow anger on the phone can't hide the smile on my lips and eyebrows, and I am immersed in your indulgence and ecstasy. I thought the next day would be rich and sweet, otherwise why even the white clouds that have been hovering above the sky have become lovely cotton candy. I think the next time we meet, it must be the four of us, blue, green, white and purple, next to the West Lake and the Yellow Crane Tower. ...

Ask what love is in the world, but everything has its vanquisher. Maybe if I hadn't met him, I would have lived alone all my life and met the right person at the right age to let my feelings go. Placement, not empathy. Inner joy or not, Ming Che. But when I meet him, I am willing to have a vigorous time. There is no other reason, just because I want to. The snow in winter has not fallen yet, and my heart has condensed with a thin layer of frost. It's not fatal, but it teaches people to wander about life and death. As a woman who is regarded as arrogant and expensive by others, how did I get into such a field? Looking back, I want to find the silly doll, or the woman who cleans the dust, but I have gone far and lost my way. The words I promised to write to you have been delayed so far because of work and trivial chores. I think too much and think too much. For example, I thought we would have a long, long relationship. The monarch's hand is golden. After that, he promised, I read novels, I turned pages, I ate apples, and he ate skins. Warm wine with light fur, watch fireworks drunk on the bridge, the river still flows, and the snow still floats. ...

Thousands of miles apart, heart to heart, thoughts go too far, swept away too many old dreams. Sorrow and joy, nine songs in ileum. Always a game of chess, thousands of miles away from that word. Let nature take its course and conform to heaven, of course, people are at a loss, but they can't find an excuse to stay. Please forgive me for not writing that pure memory about you and me. Thinking of you, my mind is always filled with a faint blue three-person time. Although I never thought about repairing this delayed text, it was really unsatisfactory in the end. With a sigh, there is a trace of regret. The time that belongs to you is swaying in my pen, so that the fragrance of my pen and ink is scattered in the secular world. You are a woman like a lotus flower. Who can walk into your heart, pick a lotus and read the hearts of those lotus flowers that you dried in Tang poetry and Song poetry? Tonight, in a gloomy mood, you came with a graceful purple dress. There is also a bracelet, which is Linxi. I slowly take off one and put it in your hand. Gently smooth the last frown on your brow and lift your eyes against the door. The breeze outside the window is bright and the bamboo forest is dark. I know we are the same, and our thoughts are far away. ...

When the moon fell on the snow in Mei Sheng, there was a faint whisper in the distance, faint and lonely, hovering around, spreading to my ears and wetting my cheeks. Listen carefully, and you will get this sentence, and the storm is coming. The chickens kept crowing. Seeing a gentleman, Hu Yun doesn't like it ... The rain is coming, who will give her hemp fiber and add a dream dress for her? Peach blossoms in the mountain temple are empty, and Jiangliu is wasted in Changchun. I heard that she is always proud of two points, lonely for three points, sad for five points and attached to the world of mortals for seven points. ...

Fan Wai: Tracing the World and Writing

Little Weaving Warbler said, Sister Qing, I can finally understand why you can't forget someone for so long. He should also be a fallen fairy! As handsome and elegant as Ouyang Mingri. ............................................................................................................................................ ...............................'s distant eyes have passed through the burning fire, through the sorrow of this life, through the faint water, forgotten the river, but can't help but see the nether world. They saw large tracts of purple love flowers that seemed to be blooming, and the fragrant wind had hit them, just like smart purple butterflies flying up and down. The moonlight is elegant and the bamboo shadow is like a dream. Two blue and white men sat opposite each other, playing chess with a smile, and the moonlight shone on them as if they were gods. On one side, the woman in Bishang smiled, looked lazy and had a silly attitude. Sometimes she looks at her cheeks, and sometimes she takes tea to add water. Soon, a fragrant tea will come out of the cinnabar pot under the woman's hand. "Three lazy people, let's eat." A charming cry came, soft, angry and happy, beautiful. Soon a snow-white hand rolled up the crystal bead curtain. Only with this skill, it is more beautiful than all the women they have ever seen. A graceful purple shadow is like an amazing sight. ...