On Love in The Book of Songs National Style

? If I go back in time and go back to the pre-Qin era, I think the most wonderful thing must be a love affair in the middle of nowhere. At that time, out of its east gate, there were women like clouds, women like jade, Iraqis in the water, and the water side, which made the gentleman sleepy and convinced. At that time, the north was also a river and lake with abundant aquatic plants.

? If I were a beautiful woman at that time, I would definitely take a boat to the river to pick lotus and ping, with red skirts flying among the lotus leaves in the field, and autumn water is Ying Ying.

? Although this charming picture won't make walkers forget their trips and cultivators forget to plow their fields, if someone counts, the rate of turning back is not low. Or you can pick roses, ferns, curly ears, water shield and water shield with straw or bamboo baskets.

? Think of endless green fields, green hills and beautiful waters in the background. What a beautiful scenery. In the beautiful scenery, there must be a beautiful love story to be staged so as not to live up to its beautiful scenery. There happened to be a charming young lang passing by. If it's love at first sight, he will vote for me a peach, and I will repay her with Qiong Yao. He gave me a handful of cogongrass rhizome and mugwort, I gave him a bunch of calla lilies, or I gave him a bunch of wild grapes, a Gan Tang and a hibiscus flower in the basket. What a pure and natural love. The material world is simple and the spiritual world is rich.

? He doesn't have to go out to work, he doesn't have to be a businessman who values profits over points, and he doesn't have to think about finding a job. He worked hard to make money and bought me fancy luxury formalism such as gold and silver jewelry, rose diamond rings and BMW cars. At that time, love should be like a handful of grass in the arms of nature. The grass ring worn on the finger and the hibiscus inserted in the temple are symbols of love. As Osho said, love is natural. Yes, love at that time was very simple, closest to the essence of life, and we all had the ability to love. Love comes from the heart, without deconstruction, learning, imitation, design and formalism. When saying goodbye, there is no convenient contact way to leave. But I believe that if the hearts are connected, we will always meet. He misses too much and will toss and turn? Tails I'll be worried if I don't see Mr.

? There is no telephone, no network to let us vent our lovesickness, no train, no plane to travel thousands of miles a day, let us resolve our thoughts. Then go to nature to collect kudzu and wormwood, and wait for Iraqis. In a green grass, in a lush forest, on the shore, someone is waiting, and someone will definitely keep the appointment.

Once in the corner of the city, I love but I can't see it, scratching my head. When he comes, I'll let him handle it. Will he give me plums or day lilies? We don't watch movies, dance, play games, eat KFC or McDonald's, and go shopping in the mall. We just tell love stories, listen to the sound of birds singing and watch butterflies flying. Love flows as warm and quiet as air.

First of all, it has a green nature, which is the most suitable stage and background for dating. However, in the jungle of high-rise buildings reinforced by modern cement, only a small lawn is always enclosed and warned: be careful to trample. So falling in love is called pushing the road at a certain period. Without the softness and fragrance of green grass, walking on the concrete floor may not be romantic and poetic. Now, let's find a place to fall in love, in the park, in a coffee shop, or in a fast food restaurant. In the pre-Qin period, the grass was growing everywhere. You should be prepared to accept the sweet kiss of the arrow of love.

Remember the green clothes and pity the grass everywhere. At that time, honey, if he traveled far, he would ride a horse at most. After a long journey, he can only hide his thoughts in his heart.

The grass under his feet is green. When he sees the grass, he will think of my green skirt, and then think of me. Hongyan delivers books, Bluebird delivers letters, always slow, always waiting.

I waited at the window, wondering when the brocade book in the cloud would arrive. Now, dear, if he travels far away, whether by plane, train or ship, before I watch a TV series, he calls: I am now blowing sea breeze and drinking at the seaside. Are you surfing the Internet or watching TV? Everything will be the same as usual until nostalgia comes into being. The so-called love, in this era, there is no distance, no missing, and no beauty and poetry.

If it is possible to choose again, the young years will come back and we can talk about a love. Hope is the best in the pre-Qin period. Now you want to fall in love and find an opponent, you'd better borrow a piece of lush grass from the Book of Songs from him first.

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