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Monthly archives: December, 2021

The direction of the soul

When I met you that day, your slightly melancholy eyes left me a deep impression. Approaching you and reading you, I saw: You are an absolute sentence in Tang poetry, and you are a clear word in Song poetry! Most of the time, I like to stop in front of the beautiful scenery just to …

Listen

I don’t know if you have heard such a song, whose name is tears. The Chinese translation is tears. Every time I listen to this song, I don’t know why, my mood suddenly calmed down a lot. After listening for a long time, there will naturally be many feelings, happy and sad, and it will …

Look at flowers in the fog Xu feiqiong/Guo dianshen

Xu feiqiong is probably also a kind of love. It is said that he once stole a tour with his female companion on a certain year and month. Under the Hanquan platform, he met Zheng jiaofu, a handsome scholar with a feather fan towel, and Xu feiqiong was instantly moved, secretly took off the pearl …

Heart is abandoned

In a flash, June came, and half of the year passed. Do you still remember that man promised you? When the snow season comes, I will cut the candle in the west window with you. Now, the warm sun in winter and the catkins in spring have brushed your cheeks one after another, adding a …

If life is always lonely

If life is always lonely, be lonely, elegant and beautiful. Know how to lower your head to accept pain, know how to raise your head to accept sunshine smile. Happiness is a kind of pure simplicity and tranquility of the years. It is a peaceful heart that walks quietly through the inscription in the light …

One life and one double (10 issues of writers)

I met you, and from then on I had you in my heart. You are my robbery and you are my love. The word “love” has fallen into many Spoony people. For you, I have also fallen deeply. I am willing to fall; I fell regardless of everything; I fell completely. Fate is wonderful, fate …

Plain color, warm and accompany

Time is flowing away, you say, on the way of life, I am the White Lotus that will never fall in your heart. The smoke and rain are red, and I am willing to be full with you in the deep shallow, light smile, light taste and joy; Listen to the flowing water quietly, and …

梦里依稀灯火寒

谢谢你给我最美的梦,什么时候你迷路了,就抬头望望天,我一直在这里。 ——题记 1.梦里翩翩少年来 那是二零零三的新年。 北方正是一片银装素裹的冰雪世界,而这座南方的海边小镇却是温暖如春,气候宜人。 小姨嫁到这里已经很多年了,十六岁的我却是第一次踏上这美丽的小镇。 暮色四合,夕阳西下。海水满盈盈的,在余晖的照耀下,像顽皮的孩子跳跃不定。数叶白帆,在水天一色金光闪闪的海面上,就像几片雪白的羽毛,轻悠悠地漂动着,漂动着。 海水中的波浪一个连着一个向岸边涌来,有的升上来,有的撞到海边的礁石上溅起好几米高的浪花。 我索性躺在了沙滩上,感受着惬意的微风,转过头就是开阔无边的大海,雄浑而苍茫,把城市的狭窄、拥挤、嘈杂全都抛到了九霄云外。 忽然,身上投下一个阴影,把我的光线全部都遮住了。我生气的坐了起来,发现自己旁边是一个背对着我的男孩儿,他正站在那里,眺望远方蔚蓝色的海洋。 喂! 我生气的大喊了一声: 你把我的光线都遮住啦! 听到我的叫喊声之后,他回过头来,冲我笑了一笑,露出无比洁白的牙齿。他穿着一件款式最简单不过的白色衬衣,而笑容却是那么干净、好看。皮肤并没有像大多数海边生活的人一样被晒的棕黑,而是十分的白净。高挺的鼻梁,眼睛和阳光一样明亮。 刚才的怒气没来由的就烟消云散了。他走了几步在我旁边坐下,转过脸来问我: 你是外地人吧? 是啊。 我点点头。我来自此时还是大雪纷飞的北城。 后来,我们一起躺下,从海边的树上摘下两片宽大的叶子盖在脸上,开始有一搭没一搭的聊天。 我得知了他自小父母就离婚了,他爸爸去了外面的大城市闯荡,而他选择随着妈妈生活在这座海边小镇上。 或许是海风吹散了人与人之间的屏障,我从记事起从来没有这样的谈话,简洁,干脆,却带着直抵人心的力道。 不知过了多久,小姨来唤我回家,我这才猛然发觉,天边星星都已经在眨眼了。 我起身有些许不舍的向他挥手道别。刚走出没几步,忽然想起什么,我转身叫住他, 喂,我还不知道你的名字呢。 陈阳。 他说道。 陈阳,早晨的朝阳,我记住了。我叫悠悠,悠闲的悠。 悠悠,好名字。 他笑的像个不谙世故的孩子。望着他的笑容,时间好似定格了。忽然一阵凉风袭来,我听见耳畔传来一阵音乐声。很多年后,我才知道,那是海风吹过的声音。 2.最美的长情是陪伴 这天,晨光熹微,我刚迷迷糊糊从睡梦中醒来,就听得窗外传来一阵阵悠扬的笛声。我推开窗户寻声望去,一个白衣少年正坐在树下的石头上吹着短笛。清晨柔和的阳光斜照在他的侧脸上,愈发显得俊朗。曲声婉转悠扬,几只鸟儿似乎也沉醉于这悦耳的音乐中,啁啾盘旋在他周围,久久不肯离去。远处缭绕的炊烟从烟囱里袅袅飘散,偶尔一阵风起,几片绿叶缓缓散落。这般的画意诗情,不觉得让我看呆了。琴瑟在御,岁月静好也不过如此吧。 一曲罢,少年起身,我这才看清,原来是陈阳。我挥手大声唤他,急匆匆的跑了出去,跑到他身旁 怎么是你!好巧啊 他也很惊喜的说道: 我家就在隔壁的巷子,我经常在这里练习吹笛子。你家在这里啊,真巧。 是啊是啊, 我激动的有些词不达意 咱们还真是有缘啊。 陈阳忽然咯咯的笑了起来: 你是才睡醒吧? 我这才意识到自己有些蓬乱的头发和惺忪的睡眼,不由得红了脸,不好意思的转身逃走了。 也许是看见我可笑的窘状,身后传来陈阳一阵爽朗的笑声。 自此以后,我经常去找他玩,年龄相仿的缘故,我们总有很多的共同话题。 他爬到树上去摘果子,我端着篮子在下面,摘了满满一兜,他一面喊我一面向下扔,有些果子正好砸到我头上。 我原本有些恼怒,但抬头看见他倚着树干,抿着唇满脸的笑意,心蓦然的塌陷了下去,怒气全无,也随着他一起咯咯的笑起来。 有时候,我会坐在他身边,静静的看着他画画。 画中渺渺绿水和蔼蔼流岚,清风小桨,芦花岗的玉兰开的正好。 我的目光由画转向了他的精致脸颊,他正全神贯注的上着颜色,眉宇间专注认真的神情分外的打动人心。 画毕,他提笔落了款,字迹飞扬, 关关雎鸠,在河之洲。 这幅画喜欢吗? 他转头微笑着问我。 当然,太漂亮了,喜欢的不得了。 那就把它送给你吧。 真的? …

Life is a lyric of love…

Miss, wandering in the lonely shadow, the guidance of the heart, go farther and farther, until, can no longer look back. Long youth, there was such a restless period, like weeds, growing and spreading crazily. Whether it is absurd or indulging, it never denies the past. Those beautiful and warm ones always have nowhere to …