Emotional Prose: Is Youth Time or Place?

The pine is not old, and the worry has declined. Spring flowers and autumn moons have only changed their faces, and summer injury and winter silence are over. Looking back, tears flow silently, just like the four seasons, and an unbearable helplessness is interpreted. Along the path of fate, along the way, ups and downs, once fiery heart was poured into the bitter ocean, infected with loneliness and the same cold embrace.

The breeze is slightly drunk and quiet, and a roll of plain heart is for anyone to listen to. Stumbling along the dark path, thinking of a charming old lamp with a small window, sighing the empty sound of broken buildings. In the sad song, in the wet mood, I plucked the strings of memories, and only I was quietly tasting the lonely taste, and my mouth rose coldly.

After the eyes are dim, everything is not lonely. Being in the sadness of the vast sea of grass is the approaching frequency of the old season. Listening to the roar of the distant attack, swaying lonely dead branches, rolling up amazing time in the misty maple leaves, whispering past bitterness, there is a wet coolness in the numb and empty body.

I still remember that year, I planned to travel. This lush, rolling mountain symbolizes the perseverance of daring to climb high and look far. The rippling willows, leaning against the shore, are full of delicate and charming faces. In the past, this floating life used to be higher and more cheerful than mountains. But now, I just shed the complicated and deliberate disguise of life. Since then, the mountains and rivers have been silent and tired as ice.

Feel sorry for yourself and cry to the west. The dark death ray in the sky, like my decadent mind, can't glow with hope. Wandering on the path, holding hands with years, looking for the end of life, away from the noisy dust.

If leisure needs to be attached to the quiet night, why do I always feel inexplicable loneliness in this increasingly beautiful thought, leaving a person with quiet sadness? Am I going to leave quietly like the wind, not to say goodbye to this world, and become the most beautiful ornament in the starry sky?

The wind and flowers have gone, and the world is buried. When the wind rises, it is a melancholy and sad thought, remembering in the picturesque years and dreaming quietly. Even as time goes by, cherries are red and bananas are green.

In the distance, through the dim light flashing at the sleepy end of the river, I stared at the vague scene, dancing with my fingertips and feeling the pain of spinning cocoons. Who will use it to be full of tenderness and tenderness for that old heart in the years?

Often a person chooses a corner in the middle of the night, gets drunk and gets drunk with the long-standing block in his heart. In other words, it floats in the small red stationery, engraved with the flavor of sadness, which is a way of being frustrated all my life. Fly in the mottled rings and pay tribute to those distant times.

If sadness becomes a habit for a long time, it will be cruel, so cruel that I will carve my old face beyond recognition.

In the tortuous life, I have experienced too much right and wrong. The so-called human feelings are warm and cold, and I am clear and white. When I get together and leave, I go to dinner. Those who used to wander around in their initial passion have also been tempered by bitterness into numbness and cold indifference, so the world is cold and the broken imagination is gone.

Reading thousands of willows in the distant mountains and carving the years with a pen are the quatrains that I have always remembered. In this world, I am still silent and pious in my books, such as some proverbs: If you are quiet and far away, you will be indifferent to your aspirations. Always tell yourself not to worry too much, so that you can think you are strong and stubborn. I believe that being too emotional is a complex interaction.

Actually, it's not that I have nothing to say, it's just that others may not understand, and it doesn't necessarily hurt to understand. Many unbearable burdens of life suffocate me, and deciding whether to make an alienated turn in the past happiness and the indifference of the present situation has become a contradictory synthesis.

After all, I deeply realized the loneliness that makes people grow old, the spread of sadness, and the heartbreaking pain. Those once wordless touches faded away at the end of the story, how many regrets of missing grew up in sad hearts, how many pleasant whispers became lonely puppets, and at this moment, helplessness also cried.

The soul with nowhere to put it wanders in the cold of the quiet night, and passes like duckweed in the long river of years. In the past, I smiled and sighed. I asked sadly, after so many years of innocence, will you still give me happiness now?

At the end of the east flow, the far side is empty. If the encounter in life didn't make the rivers and lakes forget each other, then I wouldn't be dreaming an empty dream, so that I lost myself in the abyss. I didn't know life was so heartbreaking.

Time is gone forever, and people hate water when they grow up. When you are old, you have experienced vicissitudes of life and earthly twists and turns. Like humble dust, it can't stand the baptism of wind and rain now. So gradually a person's cold and cheerless, a person's eye-catching love.

When people are cold, tie up their clothes and make a cup of warm tea. In this season of the first frost, they discussed with the scholarly leisure products, sat and talked, and shared the songs with the lyrics. Because I know it's unnecessary to stay around the building.

Too many scenes, disrupting the continuous chapter, standing at one end of time, falling into the feelings of the breeze and the bright moon. Under the small window chrysanthemum garden, plant some flowers diligently and quietly, and write new poems in the vast sea of ink. I only hope that the old hate will not mention the decoration injury, and the golden year will be drunk and agarwood.

Three thousand lanterns are like a dream, and the morning bell is like an ancient Buddha. There are many cups of kindness under the eaves, and in the cold night, a roll of ink is graceful and restrained, just to pay homage to the happiness that has passed away in the years. It is better to brush away the dust in my heart, bid farewell to worldly personnel and look at the clouds coldly. There is sunshine in your heart, and there will be sunshine in your eyes. I stepped in the footsteps of youth and walked out of a spring flower. Stand on tiptoe and look up at the stars. The brightest one belongs to me, shining brilliantly. Youth is a feast, rich and delicious, but if you taste it too fast, you will miss the proper taste; Youth is like a season of fireworks, gorgeous and bright, but fireworks are easy to get cold and die too fast; Youth is also like a game, passionate and lively, but inspiring. Show an infinitely wonderful life with limited youth.

When youth slowly passes through the traces of years; When the lost days are gone forever; When everything is intertwined; Wandering in my heart bit by bit, washing my mind. With a faint coolness, I am immersed in the vast world outside the Great Wall, and the time is getting colder and colder, breaking into the winter, breaking the original silent atmosphere and suppressing everything; The years are drifting away and passing away, leaving behind the persistent and persistent journey.

Some people say that life is made up of different journeys. When we finish one, another will follow, so we have been on the road and continue to move forward until the end of our lives. The memory of youth is so unforgettable that there are beautiful scenery along the way; When we tasted bitter and sweet here, when we cried and laughed here, we grew up and matured. Small setbacks and the success behind them are the driving forces that support us to move forward. It is these setbacks and successes that adorn our whole youth and make this journey no longer lonely and monotonous.

Walking by, the green memory of youth left us endless obsession. I will remember everyone I meet, and remember their voices and smiles; I will cherish everyone who makes friends with me and cherish the precious friendship between us; I will also miss the people I like and those who like me, and wish them happiness; I also want to thank those who have helped me. It is their help and encouragement that allows me to continue to go strong. Perhaps, I should thank my parents even more, for the silent affection and crystal tears behind me. Youth, with so many things worth remembering, is also the best stage in our life. Unrestrained feelings, flamboyant personality, persistent pursuit, and taste are a release of passion.

Everyone's growth is accompanied by youth, and everyone's youth has its own characteristics. What is lost will never come back, and we will continue to create the future. Sprinkle youth and sweat, watch happiness and persistence, let the reflection of time sway with the wind, let colorful life wander in dreams woven by hand, and let the footsteps of life see thousands of scenery in a hurry. Smile gently, youth is an endless song, telling "my future is not a dream"; Thought-provoking, "Youth is a Heavy Book" conveys "how steel is tempered"; Deduction of life, youth is a touching film, showing "Youth Without Regret". As we get farther and farther away from youth, the accumulation of years is getting thicker and thicker in our hearts, and we take this accumulation on the road calmly.

Continue on the road, squander your youth in this position and perform a wonderful life. I believe that my youth steps are thick, one step at a time, with no regrets.

Early winter morning, gentle and silent. A person, a cup of tea, a piece of music, enjoy a quiet time alone. Sit in front of the screen, type your favorite words, and then let a heart indulge in music. A little love will spread in my heart. In this troubled world, I am full of joy to be able to put a heart in words and let some people live in my words.

Outside the window, the wind is light and the clouds are light, but in my heart, it is warm sun. At this moment, time has slowed down, so slow that you can listen to your inner voice. Once alienated, once gained, once lost, and vicissitudes in the mirror are all a smile relief, a simple day like water, a quiet time, and I like this feeling, with a smiling smile and a warm mood. I know that's the taste of happiness.

In the faint time, let my thoughts flow freely with the ink and let the sunshine spread in my heart. A beautiful life is a kind of arrival. What this arrival needs is not wealth, but simplicity. This is very simple, you can be sad; Can be lonely; It can be happiness, which can fully present the joys and sorrows in life.

The lights in the memory are flickering, hiding the scenery changes like water passing by. In the silhouette of time, some people have stopped gently in their hearts; Some feelings will rise and fall in memory. The poems and notes we met are still warm, but we can't keep up with the rush of time. The flowers of a season are finally stranded by the light footsteps of the years, leaving a passing melancholy.

The feeling of unexpected encounter, like fireworks, once shone in life, but drifted away with the wind, staying in the post station of life, standing on the other side of this shore by the distance of years under the dim light. That touch of emotion will always come to mind at the moment when the eyebrows are low and speechless; That regretless attachment will always be sung late at night. Every time I turn around, my eyes will get wet.

The joy of the past has yellowed in the corner of the street. Looking back, it is already a scattered memory. In the fleeting time of light and shadow, the mountain is the story of water, the cloud is the story of wind, and you are not my story. Love is not exhausted, flowers are exhausted, and the deepest memories in the years are always blocked by mountains and rivers, turning into a wisp of melancholy and drifting with the wind.

Time is really long, long enough to last forever, even if it is far away, it is far from alienation and desolation. No matter how deeply attached you are, you can't stop the boundaries of time. A wandering heart can't keep up with the pace of the years, and it is getting farther and farther away from that flower affair. Spread out an ordinary piece of paper to pursue a reincarnation of sadness, and the traces that have passed have already turned into a string of notes and written into the music of life. Time may eventually be forgotten, even if it is a bustling scene, meeting you is my most regretless watch this season.

When the fleeting wind, happy or sad, slips through the fingertips, the lights on the street corner are dim and have yellowed on the title page of time. There is nothing in the journey of life that will not grow old in the years. With a ray of warmth, the heart will not be alienated and desolate, and those thoughts will condense into a fragrant and dusty collection. The best way to let go is not to forget, but to let each other be safe. Then, please allow me to stay on the other side of time in this sunny morning, string my memories into wind chimes and miss you quietly.

In this world, there is always a person who is the cinnabar in his heart, but has become a flower waiting to see by the running water. When the wings of missing fly over the sea, will there be no more waiting? When love spreads in the fireworks, will it never be missed again? The flowing water in the story has already changed the color of memory in the years like water. Even if happiness is only a moment, we should remember a person's elegance and always smile in our hearts. In the long scroll of light and shadow, you may not be able to avoid what has changed, but the initial idea will still be warm in understanding. I just hope that the time is clear and shallow, and you are sunny.

Warm the fragrance of the years, and remember it safely. Those shallow and faint pasts are the scenery left by years. A trip through mountains and rivers, a touch of homesickness in the book, a wisp of clear rhyme in my heart, flying in my memory. Spread a plain piece of paper to describe the mottled and scattered happiness in detail and put it in a corner of my heart. Find a quiet place, and let your thoughts turn into heart flowers, which will drift away with the wind.

Listen to a tune and let the ripples on the heart lake fall silently. Outside the window, the sunshine is warm and humid, which grows the worries among the flowers. When I get up, I embrace the warmth with a soft heart, although the high-level thoughts on that mountain are just a joy in my mind. Warm your heart with a touch of sunshine, shallow your thoughts, and stumble lightly. I just hope you can see each other's most beautiful smile every time you look at each other.

In my heart, I often long for a place where there is no traffic, a place where there is no worry about the world of mortals, a place where I can dispel all obstacles in the world, unload the heavy makeup of the world of mortals, find a quiet place in the misty pavilions and mountains, put my heart at ease, and watch the time crisscross the courtyard and enjoy flowers, butterflies and flowers.

In my eyes, it is faint green, in my ears, it is the sound of running water. In my heart, it is the sense of security of the world, holding a ray of sunshine in my heart, watching the scenery of my own season, enjoying the truth of life, and staying alone quietly. No matter how many times you cross the river or how many flowers bloom, why persist? Planting chrysanthemums in the mountains does not require results, but planting a lotus flower in my heart is mixed with sadness and joy. I don't think about the past and wait for the happy scene after the lotus blooms in the red dust rain.

Sitting in the brow of time, pushing open the window of the season, watching the sunshine spread warmth bit by bit, and a fine halo fell gently, nourishing the softness in the deep heart. Light up the gauze of years, spread out the picture scroll of memory, pick a piece of clear clouds and clear wind, and make it clear in your heart that happiness or sadness will dissipate in the wind.

Looking for a quiet side with a plain attitude, in the noise of the world of mortals, open your heart into a lotus flower, bloom gracefully and carefully, and wash away the dust left in your heart in the morning dew. Time, whether static or flowing, is so beautiful. According to a simple heart, quietly enjoy a person's happiness, guard the inner scenery, and listen to the footsteps of the years drifting away. I just hope the brightness of this season can make me smile.

The first string: autumn wind rustling, strings complaining.

Autumn leaves fly, autumn flowers break, red candle tears, autumn moon retreats; Autumn frost falls, autumn sounds sad, and tears push the window. Who will accompany you? Alone gaunt, vain eyebrows, full of indescribable worries. Autumn wind was born on the leaves of plane trees, and acacia swept away in dreams. Looking back, looking back, the feelings have gone without a trace; Blink of an eye, blink of an eye, mottled and empty; Love and hate gather and disperse, in such a hurry! The kiss on the cheek is already cold, and the stalwart figure has been swept away by the autumn wind. Disappear, disappear, fly with the leaves and drift with the wind.

The wind is blowing, the leaves are flying, the wine is slightly drunk, and the heart is crying. The chrysanthemums just blooming on the edge of the fence are crying in the wind and rain, which makes people feel pity and sigh. Touching the wound at the scene, a trace of unspeakable bitterness slipped into my heart. Acacia is endless and tears are few, and drinking alone is lonely and drunk. Helpless, helpless, let tears hang all over your cheeks. Melancholy clouds lock eyebrows, acacia bitter. Raise your glass and cry first, pour the wine, pour the wine! My mind is cold, my heart is worried, I am drowning, I am drowning! Looking up at the night sky, the fog is too heavy and the clouds are too thick. Tears are mixed with wine, but it is a sad autumn!

Lonely lamp, lonely, sad, drunk in the middle of the night, difficult to sleep. How can a glass of sake solve your worries if you can't see your husband? How does a poem solve your troubles? How many things have happened in the world of mortals, Fu! One cup, another cup, I'm afraid it's sour tears. Drunk embrace pipa tears wet face, refers to the string cold voice resentment.

You left, love collapsed, lonely people, drunk at night. The lonely lamp is still shining with tears, and I want to say that my heart is broken. Candlelight tears for me, for whom is graceful tea floating? Drunk, drunk, difficult. Still, still, lovesickness still. I want to say love and hate, heartache, heartache. Think of gathering and parting, like a dream, like a dream.

It's sad to kill your spirit with wine. I was drunk today, and I lost everything. Go to sleep, go to sleep.

The second string: Autumn rain continues to sigh.

Autumn wind blows, autumn rain follows, and fallen leaves fly for whom? Who is drunk in the secluded curtain, who knows the taste of tears in tea? Listen, the autumn wind lifts the curtain and laments. Look, the autumn rain knocks on the window and complains. Very sad, so sad. A continuous autumn rain, falling and stopping, stopping and falling, seems endless.

Watch the rain by the window and sigh the time, and the bitter wine in the cup is accompanied by sorrow. Clouds are thick, the wind is sad, and the rain is raining. White chrysanthemum, blooming in the rain, lonely and unloved; When the wind rubs, the rain is ashamed, only tears keep flowing. Why is the autumn wind too arrogant and the autumn rain too long?

Autumn rain blurs my vision, autumn wind confuses my thoughts, and too much sadness occupies my heart. It's still early in the night when the shadows are mottled, and the autumn rain knocked on the window and wet my eyes. What is vague is that period of time, but what can't be vague is your appearance, that should not have left. The separation of the world is impermanent, but unforgettable; Unforgettable, unforgettable, unforgettable, unforgettable lovesickness night. Clouds and thick ink cover your figure, and rain wets your eyes and blurs your greatness. ...

In my dream, I saw you regretfully raising the white flag and wandering uneasily in the horizon. Autumn rain, drop by drop, doused the once warmth; Autumn wind, swaying, can not wipe away the tears of acacia. In my dream, I sigh and sigh, but I can't find the lost oath. Open the wings of acacia and try to bring you back from your dreams. Alas, that's missing and caring, that's infatuation and daydreaming. I wonder where you will wait for me.

See you at the broken bridge in my dream, and look back; In the dream, Liu Xi held hands and said the oath. In my dream, I was looking for willow smoke on the long beach, and I dreamed of Cai He in Lixi Lake. In Jiangnan dream, love and hate are picturesque: infatuated with oil-paper umbrella, winding stone road; Long rain lanes, swaying awning boats ... damn, damn, time is like a kite with a broken line, which can never be recovered!

Dream, dream of you ... the fate in the dream has gathered and scattered, the lingering in the dream has been thick and light, and the nonsense in the dream has been broken! Say goodbye to yesterday's sadness, to the cruelty of the past, to acacia, and to Mr. Lang's unwillingness!

The night is as cold as water, the frown is tight, the sound of drizzle hits the heart, the lovesickness languishes at night, and you are drunk in a dream, waiting for you to return.

The third string: autumn sorrow is light and the string is cold.

The autumn wind is ruthless, tearing the phoenix tree, and in an instant, the leaves are full of hutongs. Fallen leaves can't cover up, leaving traces of acacia. Drunk, listening to the rain alone is difficult to sleep; Sadness, loneliness, lovesickness; When I was injured, I missed you and felt sad every night. A pipa with two lines of tears, farewell to a thousand miles of dreams, when will you come back to accompany me to get drunk?

Sleepless by the window, no one appreciates it. Without moonlight, it is difficult to look at the front lip of the mirror and describe the inner appearance. Play a chrysanthemum wound, sigh the cool autumn wind, time is like a dream, only sadness overflows my chest.

Pick a petal, smell the residual fragrance, and the lonely lamp hurts alone. Raise a cup of bitter wine and sigh for a long night. The wind blows through the west wing, how can you hide your sadness? Worry, tears become frost, rain hits the west window and sighs the autumn is cool.

Desolate to lonely, autumn rain falls like tears. Without the four kings, dreams would not come. Who will play this song? Looking up at the night sky, your figure is long gone. Autumn wind blows tears, autumn rain comes again, I have no sleep, and my dream is hard to come true. Flowers bloom, leaves fall, and feelings are gone. Today is not yesterday. At the moment when the leaves fall, you will know, understand and believe. Everything is illusory, just dazzling fireworks!

Small bridge flowing water, I can't find your figure, handkerchief, who wrote love words? The evening drum and the morning bell broke the warmth, and the autumn wind and autumn rain extinguished the beautiful fireworks. The cold rain and the residual wind pass through the west window, and the voices are all resentful and ungrateful; The night lights shine alone, and the moss turns to frost in an instant! Independent and cold autumn, looking up at the night sky, how can you stand loneliness? How to chant acacia?

Once by the misty rain bridge, I waited for your hesitation; Once, I put my love in an instant by the West Lake, which is difficult to miss. Alas! Who sighs on a stormy night? Sad as a Chu song, cool as a wild goose! Chrysanthemum residue, the wind whistling, the rain boundless, the road is far away, presumably, it is difficult to wait for you to fly together in endless dreams.

The fourth string: Qiu realizes that the string is far away.

Dongli invites Chrysanthemum to look at Nanshan, and don't explore the other side in the autumn wind. Think of the warm night of the lotus pond in summer and the romantic feeling of willows, and now time and space are more empty. Qiu Si was heartbroken and hated the memories of autumn. She wanted to say something sad, and Pipa burst into tears. Love is too deep, the heart is too painful, loneliness and lovesickness are all around. But the night is deep, and the lonely shadow is the foil. Play a song when will you come again, break the piano, cry and feel disappointed. ...

It's been a long time since I dreamed of spring, so it's hard to drown my sorrows in wine! Gulp is bitter wine; Sadly, my heart is crying; A leaf falls, love and hate; Farewell is fate; An unanswered question is that I am tired! Acacia one point, very sad; Don't give up a point, leave a lot of sorrow. It's just, it's just, put it down, put it down, and you can't stay after it's dispersed!