Are there any lyrics describing love?

Youth without complaint

First encounter

Beautiful dreams, like beautiful poems, are something that can be encountered but cannot be sought. They are often found when they are least able to Appear at the expected moment.

I like that kind of dream. In the dream, everything can start again, everything can be explained slowly, and I can even feel the ecstasy in my heart that all the wasted time can be regained. And gratitude, my chest is overflowing with happiness, just because you are right in front of me, smiling at me, just like before.

I really like that kind of dream. I know clearly that you have traveled thousands of miles for me, but I still feel that the grass, flowers and fallen flowers are colorful, as if you and I have just met for the first time.

Riddle

When I guessed the answer to the riddle, I realized that the party was over and everything was over.

The banquet has ended, everyone has gone away, and you are among them, the dusk is so thick that you can no longer be recognized and will never meet again.

But just a moment ago, the garden was still sunny and sunny, full of laughter and laughter, but I couldn't go in. They gave me a riddle and asked me to make a good guess. If I guess correctly, I can meet you and give me the love I am looking forward to.

When I guessed the answer to the riddle, I realized that everything had passed and the time had already changed the riddle.

The moment of looking back

In our world, time is the warp and space is the weft, weaving a series of joys and sorrows, and weaving a very regular pattern. By mistake. And in every corner, in every knot, there is actually a secret mark. We didn't know it at the time, but when we look back, we suddenly find that all the connections are clearly visible, and we understand the pain and sadness with a smile. The place of origin.

In such a moment of looking back, time stops and will never pass away. The stream flowing in the shadow of ferns and wild peonies is still young, the sky is full of clouds, and my heart is filled with the love and care you have given me.

Predecessor

If people can really be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world, then, my love, what were we in our previous lives?

If you had been a woman picking lotuses in the south of the Yangtze River, I would have been the one you missed. If you had been that urchin who played truant, I would have been the brand-new marble that fell from your bag, watching you go away without knowing it in the grass by the roadside. If you had been the eminent monk facing the wall, I must have been the pillar of incense burning in front of the temple, accompanying you for a quiet time.

Therefore, when we meet in this life, I always feel that there are some unfinished future, but I am in a trance, unable to distinguish them carefully, unable to tell you one by one.

Shui Bizai

In today's world, many people are unwilling to believe that beautiful and sincere things are right in front of them. In order to protect themselves, they would rather conclude from the beginning that all good things are only a false effort. In this way, when everything is lost, they will not feel regret or hurt.

Waterbrush is a precious and rare plant, just like a precious and rare love. It is becoming more and more rare and difficult to get in this world, because too many people are no longer willing to Love again, believe again.

And I have believed in you from the beginning. The last sentence

No matter how beautiful or long the encounter is, it will end in the same way. It is time to say goodbye. On the bow of this ancient ferry, the sun is already setting.

It's time to say goodbye, you hold my hand gently, and I bow my head silently, waiting for fate to separate us.

Please forgive me, please forgive me. Dear friend, you gave me your wandering life, but I can only give you a thin collection of poems.

It was already dusk, my tears dropped on the sand, and I wrote the last sentence. If there is an afterlife, please pay attention to find a woman writing poetry on the sand.

Perfect Flaws

In life, we can often find that some people live very deliberately, such as mysophobia, pickiness, neurosis, excessive self-esteem... These personality traits reflect What phenomenon happened? ====Typical perfectionist.

There is nothing wrong with pursuing perfection. It is precisely because of this kind of spirit that we can enjoy a classic life and know how magical the world is.

Just like the classical music of "Butterfly Lovers" brings us unparalleled musical aesthetics; the movie "Titanic" gives us soul shock and box office legend; the architectural art handed down from generation to generation of the Eiffel Tower, the Pyramids, and the Great Wall... these are perfect. The essence of art, in fact, also has flaws to be found. As the saying goes, "Looking from the side, it looks like a ridge and the side looks like a peak." I have seen people playing "Butterfly Lovers" during wedding celebrations, which caused people to criticize them; those who have watched "Titanic" may have also seen the introduction. This ship was once known as the "unsinkable ship" in the last century, but it unexpectedly turned out to be unexpected. It sank, and it sank so tragically.

Ancient Chinese culture teaches people to "don't talk too much, and leave a way out when doing things." What it advocates is a philosophy of life that can advance and retreat freely. A person should be like a bamboo, flexible even when it is bent, but not bent. People who pursue perfection too much and have too much self-esteem are like a steel drill, which may break easily at any time. Self-esteem that is too fragile will only maintain its normal performance under constant temperature conditions. Imagine that the famous Danish physicist, in order to avoid making a fool of himself in front of his students, did not hesitate to spend tens of millions to build a complete laboratory. It is because of this impeccable scientific platform that he created a myth that is famous in Western Europe. His success combines all the advantages of time, place, people and people. If this scientist comes from a poor family and has to make a living all day long, and does not have strong financial conditions to build such an ideal laboratory, he will also encounter various life and academic problems that ordinary scholars face, does that mean that a scientist will What about the inevitable fall of a superstar? In civilian life, we have heard and witnessed many people who are full of economics but change their ways due to financial constraints. Putting a person on a different track will have different results in this life. The river flows with sound and the cliffs are thousands of feet high. I can only say that Boll is lucky. He has created miracles in the greenhouse. If he steps out of that delicate shell, will he still gain attention? I'm afraid it's worth considering.

To sum up, perfection still has flaws. Just like the gold content of 24K gold is 99.99%, there is absolutely no 100% purity. We applaud those who achieve success and pursue perfection, but I hope that more scientists will come from the wind and rain. I believe that this kind of achievement can withstand public voting and the baptism of socialization.

Reflections on turning fifty The alarm clock rang. "Why should I set the alarm clock?" I thought to myself before I fully woke up. "Today is Sunday!" Then I realized that today is my 50th birthday. A large number of guests will come to congratulate you. Get up quickly! "Fifty," I said the number softly to myself several times to get used to the sound. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. A familiar face looked at me beamingly. This night, I didn’t gain a single gray hair or a single wrinkle.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, I was hugged by a pair of arms. "Happy birthday and all the best, mom!" my 22-year-old daughter congratulated me loudly. Immediately afterwards, someone hugged me again, it was my 24-year-old eldest daughter. "Hi, can I give you a hug too?" the husband asked. He stared at me intently, caressed my cheek affectionately and said: "Your skin is still so delicate." I was very excited, but I still diverted his words: "We have to be more agile in our movements!" Celebrating The activities will last all day, and there are still many things waiting for us to do.

The reason why I held this birthday party was entirely the result of my husband’s hard persuasion with his sharp tongue. In the past 50 years, I have not wanted to increase my age by even one year. I even hoped that I could stay at 16 for 3 years, 30 at 5 years, and stay at 45 for 10 years.

When I was 40 years old, I felt particularly comfortable because I had safely passed the somewhat overwhelming age group of 30 to 40 years old. People of that age have to work hard to enhance the relationship between husband and wife, work day and night to buy an apartment, find an ideal career, have children, and assume unshirkable responsibilities and obligations. At the age of 40, I can look back on the ups and downs, successes and failures of the past 10 years, and recall the footprints left by the difficult journey in the past 10 years. My husband and I no longer have to worry about our two daughters. Since the age of 40, as I have grown older, not only have I been able to arrange my life more reasonably according to my own wishes, but I have also become more mature and confident.

However, when I was approaching 40 years old, I suddenly heard the word "old" an annoying number of times.

I heard compliments that made people laugh and cry: "You look quite tough for your age!" I also received a price list specially sent to people in their fifties. The manufacturer who promoted the product said that everything on the list Liège products are "best for your generation".

I recalled the scene when I traveled to London with my daughter: Since it was the first time for my daughter to travel away from home, I had a full three-day travel schedule. On the first day, we, mother and daughter, carried shopping bags and wandered around the streets for a whole day. Back at the hotel, my legs were so tired that I could barely lift them up. So, I thought worriedly: "This must be because of my age!" Then I heard my daughter lying on the bed ask: "Do you want to go out to play at night? Let's borrow the video and watch it in the hotel!" She too was exhausted. It seems that I shouldn't indiscriminately drag any unpleasant things with younger students. But I'm still obsessed with my age. Once when I was chatting with a publisher who was over eighty years old, I said to him with obvious disgust: "I'm going to be fifty soon!" After hearing what I said, he actually laughed. Then, he took a puff of cigarette, drank a sip of Bordeaux wine, and said loudly to me: "50! This age means that the boat of your life has just set sail. This is the peak of spring and autumn, the prime of life!" He further explained, 50 People aged 20 to 40 have in their hearts a compass that can accurately determine the course of life that people aged 20 to 40 are striving for. With it, you can seize fleeting opportunities that are once in a lifetime in a more timely manner; with it, you can more clearly establish your future goals; with it, you can give full play to your wisdom and talents!

At this time, I noticed the changes in my family in the past ten years: my husband and I have achieved long-awaited goals in our careers, and our two daughters have also gone to college.

Our generation looks at least 10 years younger than our parents’ generation at this age. Of course, we also pay more attention to self-care than our parents’ generation. Women born in 1910 typically lived only 64 years. Statistics in 1990 show that the average life expectancy of our generation has reached 80 years. We have the conditions to formulate our own long-term plans, and 50 is the best age to consider how to arrange our later life.

The most precious gift I received at my birthday party was a photo album from my two daughters. Photo after photo records the growth process of the two sisters and the inseparable mother-daughter love. The sisters also wrote their reflections on reminiscing about the past under each photo, which moved me very much after reading it.

That night, faced with flowers and gifts, I finally understood the meaning of my 50th birthday: it is impossible for a 30- or 40-year-old to get such a photo album. A person must be at least 50 years old to receive such a precious gift, because a 50th birthday is a harvest festival for parents and a day of thanksgiving for children. Looking back at everything that life has generously given me, and at the fruitful results of my hard work, I feel that for the first time in 50 years, I am not sad about growing one year older.

Focus on every moment now

The professor was invited to give a speech at a military base. He was greeted at the airport by a soldier named Ralph.

On their way to pick up their luggage, Ralph left the professor three times: the first time to help an old woman carry a box, and the second time to lift two children up and let them go. They were able to see Santa Claus, who was giving directions to a person for the third time. Every time he comes back, he has a smile on his face.

The professor asked him, "Where did you learn to do this?"

Ralph replied, "In the war." He then told about his time in Vietnam. experience. Their mission at that time was to clear mines, and he saw several close comrades fall one by one.

He said: "I have to learn to live step by step. I never know whether I will be the next one to fall. Therefore, I must make full use of the time between lifting and landing my feet. I feel like every step is like a whole life. No one knows what will happen tomorrow. If we could predict, how gloomy the world would become: we would lose all passion, and life would become like an old movie that we have seen, no longer surprising us, and difficult to move us.

I think all we need to do is accept life for what it is: a big adventure.

It doesn't matter who has accumulated more wealth or who can go further. The only important thing is who has truly learned to cherish life.

I think this is what we should think about when we look back on our lives.

The beauty of brokenness

Sometimes, I even believe that only broken things are beautiful.

I like the broken roots of trees and withered branches and leaves. I also like the rusty clocks in ancient temples and the broken doors and decaying walls. I like the deep patchwork of autumn grass in the courtyard, the tilted stone steps and broken jade railings, and the falling stars in the cold clouds. The moon is gone, the roots are drying up, the willows are fading, and the flowers are dying. I like a silent old man wearing faded clothes walking down the streets picking up rags. I like a little girl carrying an old schoolbag made of floral cloth on her thin shoulders to go to school. I even like a chipped beer bottle or a crushed can rolling silently on the ground and then becoming still. Whenever I see these scattered and trivial human things, I always stare at them very intently until I see them far away.

I don’t know how they were once beautiful, so I can’t imagine their beauty. Therefore, I was deeply immersed in this unimaginable and inexplicable beauty, digging into their gorgeous past. Then, suddenly looking back, I pulled these two life forms in front of my eyes, and shed tears sadly. This unexplainable thing contains so much unspeakable joys and sorrows, and so much eternal sadness and boundless desolation in the vicissitudes of life!

I like to see people burst into tears, I like to hear people roaring wildly, I like people to lose their temper after drinking and spit out some past events that have been fermented in their hearts, and I like to see a person who is in unrequited love on the wedding night of his beloved. Holding an umbrella and standing silently in the rain. I like people who are usually calm and peaceful chatting about their sufferings. People who have always been happy and contented suddenly become depressed and lost. Old people recall their yellowed youth, and aloof people repent of their missed love. I like a star's sad smile after falling out of favor, a hero reluctantly looking back in his old age, a frustrated official drinking tea alone, and a beauty who has lost her beauty looking into the mirror in mourning. I like when people dig out the most painful and painful part of themselves when they are weakest and undefended, then tremble, then cry, and then let their hearts bleed.

Whenever this happens, even if I know nothing about the person in front of me, I will definitely believe: This person has a soul that was once very beautiful and is still beautiful, the bitterness and suffering he has experienced, and Those unforgettable thoughts and emotions are the deepest imprints and most cherished storage in his life. Only when he is broken will he release these doves that have been secluded for a long time, and open the window to reveal his true face.

Those who can be broken must have truly lived. Lin Daiyu's brokenness lies in her unforgettable love; Sanmao's brokenness stems from her momentary clarity and detachment after going through all the vicissitudes of life; Van Gogh's brokenness stems from the sun using a golden knife to make him suffer from constant pain in the light; Beedo Fen's brokenness is a tragic movement in which the extremely spiritual black and white keys collide with life. If the brokenness of ordinary people reveals the purest and most beautiful light of human nature, then the brokenness of these outstanding souls fills the sky above our heads like silver fireworks. How many dreams and true meanings of life have we learned from it!

I know that not many people can enjoy this unique happiness and joy like me, and not many people know how this broken beauty spreads thinly over the fields and pastures in front of our door. , like the thin and dense moonlight tonight.

Who said: The beauty of a flower lies in its bloom. And blooming is actually the breaking of the flower’s heart.

Step forward bravely

At the beginning of 1940, bombs often rained down on Essen, a town in northern Germany. No matter day or night, the whistle of the air raid siren will pierce the sky at any time, warning of the coming disaster; groups of panicked citizens swarm into nearby air raid shelters. After the signal to lift the alarm is sounded, people rush out from everywhere in panic. They came out and prayed with anxiety that the place where they fled was still safe and did not disappear with the smoke.

Sometimes artillery fire hits the numerous arsenals scattered throughout this industrial city, but more often bombs destroy residential areas, schools and shops. During the raging war, the residents of Essen did not forget the mission given by God and still lived a normal life. Children played in the ruins, young people talked about their love, and the family prepared a delicious dinner using the rationed food.

Perhaps it was because she grew up in this era of constant panic that my mother developed extraordinary qualities of strength, courage, and unafraid of any danger. My mother believed in this motto: Taking a brave step forward, even a small step, is far better than timidly standing still.

Many years ago, I secretly admired my mother’s fearlessness, but I didn’t know where she got it from. Until one day, I personally faced a crisis of faith.

As usual, I grabbed the phone and asked my mother for advice. After listening to my last complaint and worry, my mother took a deep breath and began to tell me a story about "Ema and Eba" (Ema and Epa in German means grandmother and grandfather).

I had heard many stories about "Ema and Ema" before and knew that they owned a shoe shop in Essen during World War II. I also knew that the store had been damaged many times by stray bullets and flying debris. My favorite joke is when Dad asked his family members one by one after each blow: "Do you still have arms and legs?" After getting everyone's affirmative answer, he loudly announced: "That's OK, we It’s going to be okay!” Then everyone started picking up bricks and rebuilding their homes. They take blow after blow, and they rebuild again and again.

I am ready to hear another story about the bomb. But this time, my mother was talking about shoes.

"On the morning after a holiday, Ema and Eba opened the store door and found that all the shoes had been stolen, and not a pair was left. What was even more annoying was that the stolen shoes The shoe thieves turned out to be their partners, and all they left behind was a pile of unpaid bills and left sample shoes.”

I pictured my grandparents in my mind, standing still. The empty inventory room faced the challenge of having no food rations for the whole family, and there were no goods to sell - nothing, just a pile of left-foot sample shoes that had no value at all. In contrast, some of my so-called personal concerns began to recede.

Where will you get the money to pay those bills and fill the stolen orders? It's not as simple as picking up bricks and rebuilding a fallen wall. What is needed in this work is the rebuilding of a spirit that has been destroyed.

But my mother comes from a strong-willed family. She went on to tell the following story.

"Ema and Eba were determined never to give up. They sorted out the sample shoes and arranged beautiful displays in the street window. That day, they went about business as usual, no different from usual. Customers were attracted to the store by the exquisite display of samples in the window. They walked into the store and asked to see a certain style. Ema and Eba greeted each customer warmly, measured their sizes, and then walked towards the back. Walking through the looted inventory. Once they were out of sight of the customers, they stood there calmly and counted from one to one hundred silently. Then they returned to the store and told the customers that there was nothing in the warehouse behind. The styles they wanted were in stock, but they were happy to order them. After all, it was not unusual for the goods to be sold out in these extraordinary times. The shortage of supplies during the war was a great help to them at this critical moment. ”

Before my mother had finished telling the story, I began to understand that the story was not about shoes.

"Customers have paid deposits for ordering shoes. Soon after, a large number of order orders and payments came one after another. It was the exquisite sample display that brought them the opportunity to come back to life. Ema and Ema It was entirely possible for Dad to complain, close the door, and sit back and wait. Instead, they bravely showed off what they had at the time—a collection of left sample shoes, and more importantly—themselves. Unshakable faith.”

My grandmother and grandfather didn’t retire until long after the war and immigrated to the United States. I often admire their courage in immigrating. They came with little or no possessions, but now I understand that they brought with them everything they needed - a deep-seated belief that if you just put one strong foot forward, the world will follow. OK.

After talking to my mother on the phone that day, I took a big step forward.

Life requires patience

The interview in the winter ten years ago was a little different from usual. The editor-in-chief asked me to interview Shang Qi, a cancer patient. He is a young primary school teacher in a mountain village.

Because he loved the children in the mountains, he gave up the opportunity to work in the city after graduating from college, but five years later he got liver cancer. He was teaching a group of children who grew up in the snow in the snowy mountains. I wanted to visit the snow there. Because I have secretly made up my mind to bury myself secretly in that white snow.

When I arrived at Xueshan Primary School, the village chief took me to the village primary school to find him. He was in class at the time. Looking in through the glass window, I was surprised. He was wearing an old blue cotton coat and standing on the podium. Although he was very thin and his hair was a little messy, he didn't look sick at all. He was talking and laughing. , majestic and majestic.

After class, he came out with the cheers of the children. I raised my head and he was looking at me with a smile. His eyes were as deep and quiet as the sea in the morning. After the interview, he accompanied me to see the snow-capped mountains. Looking at the endless snow-capped mountains, I was in a trance.

"What's wrong with you?" His thin hands were placed on my shoulders with concern, and there was still white chalk dust on the cuffs.

"It's so nice here. It's nice to be able to lie here and turn into snow." I endured it for a long time, and finally the tears didn't fall, but the deep compassion for myself deep in my heart made me Heartache. He looked at me thoughtfully. The children screamed happily, had a snowball fight in full swing, and built three small snowmen.

"Here is happy snow." Shang Qi looked at them and smiled, "The classrooms in the mud brick houses are low and narrow, but the children are growing taller and taller." After the interview, we talked with the children Had a long snowball fight.

The day after I came back and finished writing the manuscript, I fell into the ice cave of despair again. I was consumed by a sad marriage, entangled fights and great loss. Exhausted mentally and physically, I packed my bags, taking with me my favorite red cotton-padded jacket and the diaries I kept for many years. Farewell, everything, life is so heavy, I want to go to the top of the snow mountain and end the source of all troubles in this world.

When I was about to go out, the phone rang. I hesitated whether I should answer the last call. I thought if it rang eight times, I would answer it. If it rang eight times, I would answer it. If it didn’t, I would cut it off. , just let it break. Because I am 28 years old. The bell still rings persistently.

I put down my luggage bag and hesitantly picked up the phone with a trembling hand. A little girl's immature and eager voice said: "Are you Aunt Shihong?"

"Yes, Who are you? "

"I am a student of Teacher Shang Qi. He gave me ten dollars and a letter, telling me to call you and send a letter immediately. I ran. It was a long way up the mountain and the snow was so slippery that it took me three and a half hours to get to the post office at the foot of the mountain. ”

“Is he okay? ”< /p>

"He passed away the day before yesterday morning -" the little girl started crying there, "before he died, he told me that there was a deep depression on your face, although he didn't know why you were depressed. , but he wants me to tell you that you must live well and make yourself happy. He wants you to agree to his last request. I will send you his letter right away. Come to Xueshan to visit Teacher Shang’s grave when you have time. Buried on the sunny side."

I sat there and cried. Shang Qi, a dying man is still thinking about me, who he met once. He is gone, but he saves a man who wants to die in the snow.

Three years ago, the doctor told me that I had an incurable disease. Although this disease would not cause immediate death, it would gradually cause people to lose their immunity and cause severe anemia. Over time, the risk would increase and endanger people. Life...

Fortunately, my parents and husband are very good to me. On Valentine's Day this year, I bought flowers and wine and sat at home waiting for my dear husband to come back.

There was a sweet knock on the door, and I flew over to open the door happily like a dove. A strange woman’s face asked, “Who are you looking for?”

“Are you Shi Hong? ?" The woman looked at me pointedly, as if she was triumphantly hitting my head with a hammer.

"Yes, what's the matter with you?"

"Your husband won't come back tonight, you don't have to wait for him. To tell you the truth, he doesn't love you anymore , we have been together for two years. If you still have some self-respect, just let it go. Think about it, your health is so bad, what can you give him, you are just a burden to him!" p>

"This is impossible, this is not true!" I cried out of control.

"You can ask your husband if it's true!" The woman walked away. God, he has always been the love of my soul and the only emotional support. How could I live alone without him! The world seemed to be turned upside down in front of me, and I fell weakly on the bed and cried. Did I not love him enough? I held back my grief and tried to win back my husband's heart, loving him even more calmly, but I found that what he told me was just a lot of lies.

The woman came to my house three times to make a fuss, forcing me to divorce him immediately. I finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked my husband: "Since you acquiesced to her coming to the house to make a fuss, why didn't you file for divorce from me?"

"I..." It turns out that my husband never took the initiative to ask me for divorce because I was sick and he didn't want to get a bad reputation for being unkind and unjust. What a sophisticated and hypocritical reason. What a cold heart.

My husband and I were college classmates. We had an unforgettable first love. Our nine-year relationship was once so beautiful. Could it be that we were just rudely thrown into the mud like this? Just because of my damn disease? He actually left me alone to find his lover - how cruel life is!

This night, I was very drunk. Although the doctor said I couldn't drink because of my illness, I woke up early in the morning and found that my body was not dead yet. But my spirit was on the verge of collapse. I couldn't bear this series of fatal blows. I was attacked by illness, my husband abandoned me, and the person who stole my lover insulted me. Everything around me was changing its ways to hurt and torture me endlessly. Me, they won't let me have peace for a moment, they want to live a happy life, they all want me to disappear as soon as possible. Ah - die, die? Yes, this world is full of cold mud and ferocious faces. I must stay away from them and away from the hell that fate has designed for me. Anyway, you are going to die sooner or later, so it is better to find a clean and beautiful snowfield. Didn't Lin Daiyu say that it is always clean and always clean? Therefore, I deliberately selected the last interview subject as Teacher Shang Qi from Xueshan Primary School. But I didn't expect him to walk faster than me.

A week later, I received a letter with several bold characters written on the cover: Ms. Shi Hong. There was a watercolor painting inside the envelope. There was a red silk scarf fluttering on the deserted snowfield, and two big gentle eyes were hidden on the scarf. Below the painting is written: You are the flag in the snow, and I am the black eyes watching your life. Beautiful winter snow requires coldness, and joyful life requires patience. Always be strong and have peace of mind. Your friend: Shangqi.

Hot tears filled my eyes. My heart, which had long been despairing of all hope and had forgotten love, suddenly opened up, and a stream of heat poured into my long-cold and empty heart. I put this precious painting in an ivory frame and hung it in my bedroom. They express their silent and priceless love to me, inspiring love and courage in my heart. This is a gift from a 26-year-old mountain village teacher, a young man with eyes as deep and determined as black rocks and a hearty laugh like ocean waves. He taught me how to live passionately in the icy snow of destiny.

Today, I am the editor-in-chief of a newspaper and have an angelic daughter with an engineer husband who loves me deeply. Three years ago, I miraculously recovered from my illness.

Yes, my friend, a joyful life requires patience. Always believe that after patience, your destiny will smile affectionately at you.