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The heart is like double silk screen, with thousands of knots

Count the sound. He also reported Fang Fei’s rest. Xichun even fold the red. The rain is light and the wind is violent, Zi-Qing Mei season. Yongfeng Liu, no one flies and snows all day long. Don’t dial a single string. Bitter string can say. The sky is not old, and love is hard. The heart is like a double silk screen with thousands of knots. After night, the east window was not Banin crescent moon. Song Zhangxian is a very old love poem. When I was old enough, I almost forgot its origin. Occasionally, I opened the title page of “reviewing the most beautiful ancient Chinese poetry”. That sentence was not old and the love was hard. My heart is like a double silk screen, with thousands of knots coming into my eyes again, which makes me feel vague instantly. For a long time, I slowly opened the page number with ancient charm and found it in the depths of Fangfei. There was a scholar in white, with graceful sleeves, a good drink to the moon and a few words. After thirty years of wine, his face was pale, and his mouth was singing softly for fear of the first sound, which made his husband do nothing. All of a sudden, poetic wandering and grinding up the books, he wrote this “Qianqiu” which was spread through the ages. A song called “Qianqiu”, many lovers cry. He met her in the deep of Yangliu Fangfei, counting the Red love, listening to the yellow rain of plum and watching the white snow. Through the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have seen the changes of flowers blooming and falling. However, when they were deeply in love, they were under the resistance of the outside world. Don’t dial a single string. Bitter string can say. It is like the pipa woman in the Pi-PA player, but he is not accompanied by Jiangzhou Sima. The sky is not old, and love is hard. Yes, if the sky is not old, if the sky has eyes, their love will not be determined. Shangxie, I want to know the king, and my life will never decline. The river is exhausted, the winter thunder bursts, the summer rain and snow, and the Heaven and Earth are matched, so I dare to fight with the King. He is not short of this oath. What is bad is that love is frustrated and the times are too bad. The heart is like a double silk screen with thousands of knots. At this point, it is particularly shocking. At all times and in all countries, there are countless poems about love, but this sentence makes me refreshing. If the heart is like a double silk screen, just like the longitude and latitude on the Earth, it is interwoven into the landmarks and intersections one by one, just like knotting on a cross-cutting embroidery, each knot is so firmly tied together, just like a pair of lovers who have gone through a lot of hardships and hardships, and finally can be Merry Matrimony. Perhaps, when he wrote this sentence, he never thought that he would live forever, nor did he think that someone would relive their love later, but fate had already been buried in the dark, just like the song circular fan in Li Bai’s five songs of Palace grudge, if the hostess knew that their complaints would be brought to enjoy and entertainment by later generations and laughed at by others, I think they will break their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs, and they will never stay for people to laugh. When Zhang Xian wrote this word, it was already Autumn. The east window was not Banin crescent moon, but when I read it silently, it was when winter went and spring came. One is written in autumn and the other is read in spring. What kind of waste is this? But when I carefully taste the emotion between the lines in that word, I realize that it is the same touching and breaking intestines whether in spring or autumn. Perhaps, since ancient times, Fengqiu was sad and lonely. Perhaps, when Zhang Xian wrote this word, he was also depressed and lonely. Let alone, he only talked about the feeling of this word to me. People often say that there are four seasons in a lifetime, four seasons in a year, and four seasons in a day. I think it is the same for love. When we were young, our love was like flowers in spring. It was pure and immature, and could not stand a little expose to wind and rain. We could not suffer any injustice and loneliness. Therefore, the most beautiful moment when flowers bloom in spring, it is also the time when it is closest to withering, so the love at that time is usually beautiful, but it can only be recalled. Love in summer is like Lotus. After experiencing the brewing of the first spring, it became enthusiastic and unrestrained and unrestrained. The heat in summer is like a man and woman in love. They want to stick together all the time. It seems that half-carved separation will suffocate each other, but they can hold warm hands, but it may not be able to hold the temperature of a lifetime. After excessive enthusiasm, it will become cold. Vigorous and vigorous may only be a moment of refreshing, but it may not last forever. Perhaps, some people say that it is a very irresponsible statement that only cares about once owned and never care about forever. Love in autumn is just like this season of receiving goods. After experiencing the greenhouse effect and heat induction, what is deposited is heavy fruits, just like chrysanthemum in autumn, it is not only like a gentleman, but also used as medicine, edible and wine-making. Chrysanthemum has always been called a gentleman in flowers. I think it is not only because all the flowers bloom alone, but also because it is not charming, not evil, not humble, and more because it produces fruits, such as the crystallization of love, through the difficulties of ninety-nine and eighty-one, it finally achieved positive results and formed a connection. The reason why there is winter love, I think it is because autumn is not the end of love, just as marriage is not the end of love. Love comes here, not staying here, but a new beginning, therefore, when love becomes stable, marriage is actually just a way, which really leads to the ladder of love. It has just begun. After two people are together, with the cold of winter, they will stay close to each other to keep warm, only with winter snow and snow can we win the Spring blossoms in the coming spring. Some people say that love is like a narcissus, blooming in winter. It happens that there is also a plant in front of the desk. Last winter, it was really very bright, with white petals and yellow kernels, Green Rod graceful, just like a girl with soft green clothes, it adds a little green meaning of life to this desolate winter. The heart is like a double silk screen with thousands of knots. I think when Zhang Xian wrote this poem, he wanted to warn each other. In their love network, there were tens of millions of knots tightly tied them, whoever wants to destroy them is in vain; And I think it is a symbol of love firmness. I remember Zhang Xian’s “Jiangnan Willow” said that the buildings on the city were high and relied on, and he was willing to look like the moon pavilion and accompany the king for thousands of miles, Whether it is the moon or away love network, his affection for his lover is so touching that I can’t help thinking of the one I posted on Weibo before: we have been in love for three, five or even ten years, in the end, there was no red veil of happiness; Rural couples were just a shallow glance at blind date, never knew each other, never fell in love, but could live together for a lifetime. Are we too pale, or do they not understand love? Are we too harsh, or are they too simple? Are we asking too much, or are they poor? Are we forgetting each other, or are they helping each other? Yes, we were all young, we were all in love, and we all had stories. But why are there still many people just suddenly dreaming, when youth is gone, when love is gone, when we are no longer young, no longer so strong and so stubborn, if we know how to cherish each other, what would that be like? Perhaps, some people will say that everyone’s experience is different. Yes, when we held hands with each other at the beginning, who never thought that the world would last forever, and who never wanted to hold hands and grow old with each other? Who can’t think that no matter the wind and rain or setbacks, they all want to give you a forever arm and a warm harbor? Love is like weaving, and the weaving at 1.1 o’clock will look like the future. Since I was young, I began to weave this net, which is a little hard and sincere, so I gained a lifetime of happiness. Some people made up sloppy and impatient, and finally got nothing. The same network, the same beginning, has different endings. Love is not a business, but it also needs to know how to operate; Love is not changing, but also needs to know how to adapt; Love is not traveling, today is gone, tomorrow there is another wave; Love is not flowing water, regardless of day and night. Love is a gust of wind. When she comes, she is silent. When she feels it, she has gone far; Love is a wine. When she drinks, she tastes cumulatively. When she feels it, she has penetrated into the throat. Love is also like a net, interweaving you and me. Each encounter is not the unreasonable trouble of fate, but the intersection of vertical and horizontal. Some people are two rays, and there must be an intersection. After meeting, bright fireworks will bloom, and then they will leave and grow old. Some people are like a pair of parallel wire, destined to never have an intersection, but they can be parallel to each other and always accompany each other. What will you and I be? In the book, it is said that I use three fireworks to change your confusion for a lifetime. In the book, I also said that I hope that my heart is like my heart, and I will not live up to my lovesickness. In the book, I also say that what will we be once in a lifetime and once in a double? Life is like a function, full of encounters and doomed to be full of separation. What is the probability that we can meet thousands of miles apart? I once said to you that God was fair to us. In the past 25 years, we had never met each other and experienced all kinds of trials. In the future, we will be together and suffer with all our efforts, isn’t it what you want? When winter comes and spring comes, can our love also enter spring?. The sky is not old, and love is hard. The heart is like a double silk screen with thousands of knots.

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