Because, you moved your heart. Youth, like a whistle in the sun, goes away loudly, and the grand passion is still in the night. What a happy dream. Time rubs into the faint scent of tea, savors it carefully, and rewards it with long-term pity. Fireworks fall, flashy walls, gentle touch, bitter eyes. I am still alone in the end of the world, smiling to leave and gently closing. The world of mortals is boundless as the sea, the heart is full of ups and downs, swimming like suffocation, sweating like rain, dreaming of the beauty of a mirage, willing to believe, who has asked, is it true or false under the mask? The hymn of heaven, the surviving soul, became an elf. Jedi in the wilderness, sad laughter is always calm. Trapped in Chengwei, it is impossible to wait for rescue.
Where is home? Every household has lights on. When our family came to visit, we didn't know what this family was like. Love is a grave, life without a grave is unimaginable, and all the happiness and pain will be dumped in the wilderness. Who walked through whose life, left a vision. Who stops in whose journey, warms the heart. The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the jade column is fragrant, and the clear star suddenly disappears. The sadness of life is all drunk between heaven and earth, and the prosperity is like flying ashes. There is a kind of freedom, so where can I be? Come back if you dare. Call him.
Lyric prose: floating like a dream II. When the prosperity is exhausted, the fallen leaves return to their roots.
Performance is booming, infatuated with love, stumbling on the road, but ending in loneliness.
A person standing at the window, looking at the rolling clouds in the sky, thinking of those fleeting years;
A person sitting under the locust tree, counting the blooming flowers, reading a life-like script;
A person's corner, suddenly lonely, empty sad tears, do not understand the prosperity of the world
Life is ups and downs, showing noble cause; Life is as plain as water, showing the true meaning; Life is a monument, showing a thousand years of history.
Play with the ups and downs of life and see the prosperity of the world. Whether it is happy or unhappy, whether it is warm or sad, dreams and plays are just so.
As the ancients said, life is like a dream and life is like a play. Life is too short to know. Is it know life Lotte or it depends on human effort? Morning dew shows the prosperity of life and the loneliness of life.
The world has given the word "life" too many explanations, but they are all at a loss and no one can understand it. Different experiences have different views and opinions on life. Happy people, life is beautiful, but time is short; The dreamer is full of hope and light; Unhappy people have a long life, full of twists and turns and thorns; Deserters are full of darkness and see no light.
Floating life is like a dream, illusory. How high is the dream, how high is the fantasy. The world can't escape hypocrisy and complexity. There are many people: they have become old friends in a hurry before they have time to cherish them; There are many dreams, but before I can do them with my heart, I quickly become a thing of the past; There are many friendships, which were not understood before, but disappeared in a hurry. Everything, everything before ... Life and death often give people a dreamlike feeling. Once you don't understand the truth, you slip away early.
Life is like a dream, drama is like life. Living in a dream, dreaming is death, and the world is playing a drama of taking and life and death. Is it melancholy, or cheerful, dreams and plays, in fact, that's all. I hope to dominate my own scene, be my own executor, get out of confusion, get out of confusion, and find my own exit to the light.
Life is like chess. People who know life will carefully consider every step they want to take, right or wrong, winning or losing, right at their fingertips. The difference between life and chess is that life is not as good as chess. Once you take a wrong step in life, you can never start over like playing chess. This is the difference of chess. You can regret chess and start over. What about life? Only by bravely and wisely moving forward and taking every step of life well. In fact, losing something in life may not be terrible. The terrible thing is that you don't work hard and give up on yourself. All winning or losing is a life experience, accidental and inevitable. As long as you choose the distance bravely, you may be able to stand higher. Life is as long as you do it, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's all wonderful.
Life is like water, with ups and downs. There are joys and pains in life, as well as pursuits and thoughts. We should try our best to adapt to the environment and make greater efforts to change it. We should be more flexible and tolerant, and be flexible when necessary, because when things are too difficult, they often break easily. Only flexibility is a sincere life. Only flexible people can overcome greater and more difficulties.
Is it a waste of time to live a dream? Or day and night? Life depends on you, that's all.
Lyric Prose: A Floating Life Like a Dream 3 I had a dream, which should be very long. ......
I don't know why I am here, and I don't want to know. Maybe I never thought about it.
All I know is that there is a road in front of me and my body begins to walk. Along this road, of course.
I don't know when it began to rain lightly on the horizon, which was very light and clear. If the rain hadn't hit me, I really didn't know it was raining.
It's still a long way, I'm still going. I don't know how many roads I have traveled, but I am tired of this speed and running, regardless of the splendid scenery on both sides of the road. All I can think of is running, running these roads, reaching the end of the road, and then having a rest.
Running is naturally tiring, not because the road is long, but because the road has changed. It doesn't matter from the straight road at the beginning to the detours and depressions now, and the same is true for uphill and downhill ... The important thing is that the road in front of me is blocked-thorn forest. This is just a forest of thorns. I jumped in and walked all the way through the thorns. Although I was stabbed, I walked bravely forward. No matter how big the forest is, it is also marginal. After all, I came out and walked along the road. Whether I get lost in the forest or not, the road under my feet is still not the original road. Only know how to walk and go forward bravely. ......
The rain hurt me a little.
It's still a long way, I'm still going. I don't know how many roads I have walked, but there is a fog in front of me, and I continue to go deeper. Ye Ran is a bamboo forest. While walking, enjoy it. In the depths of the bamboo forest, I found some black spots on these bamboos, the size of tears. The rain fell on the black spot and didn't slide down. Really like tears. A sudden awakening. This is the tears of Xiang and Xiang Xiao. Alas, Di Zi fell at Zhu Bei's feet, and his eyes were full of pain and sorrow. Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves. I see. You can't get it soon. Let's have a chat.
I feel the rain has changed. I don't know where it has changed, but I know it has.
It's still a long way, I'm still going. I don't know how many roads I have walked, and I feel so tired. Coincidentally, there is a river ahead, and I don't want to go. It's been a long time. This road has no end. Here it is. I don't know why the grass on the road has been growing despite the wind and rain. Is it necessary to finish their journey? The wind blows, as if laughing at me and my cowardice. Anyway, let's go.
It rained harder, but I still walked and walked countless roads.
Finally, the rain is getting smaller and smaller ... the rain has stopped.
It seems that I am afraid of going uphill and dare not go. I can't take that step. It seems to be ironic. After walking through so many rivers, I am afraid of this small ditch.
The top of the slope is no longer a road, but a bridge. The dilapidated wooden bridge, under which is the swift red river, looks like blood. In front of the bridge is a stone, and on the other side is a flower, a red flower, as enchanting as blood. Alas, Naihe Bridge, the forgotten river, Sanshengshi, and the flowers on the other side. Is this the end of the road? All I know is that I'm not afraid anymore.
Crossing the bridge, the six divisions of the wheel of karma. Fearless, resolutely leap forward.
When I woke up, I was sweating all over. I had a dream, which should be very long ... like a second, like a night, like a year, like a lifetime.
Life is like a dream, dreams are like life.
Lyrical Prose: A Floating Life is Like a Dream 4 Reading Six Chapters of a Floating Life is purely accidental. Just because the IPAD is broken, I can't read the next novel, so I have to take out the KINDLE that has been idle for a long time. Looking around, I came across Six Chapters of a Floating Life. I just read an opening at first, so I can't continue reading because this book is paid for. However, this e-book is very cheap, more than one yuan, which is more cost-effective than buying a paper book. In order to finish reading Six Chapters of a Floating Life, I went to Amazon to recharge one morning, and then I bought this book.
The previous boudoir music and leisure were very enjoyable to read, and then the rough sorrow added a deep sadness, so that the later Travel Notes of the Waves, Sun Yat-sen Calendar and Health Notes did not have much thought to read. Originally, reading also needed high spirits, but without Chen Yun, books would be less lively, so that the words would be dull and dull, just like chewing wax.
This is Chen Yun, the wife of the author Shen Fu. She is familiar with the situation and has deep feelings for the Shen Fu couple. However, this beautiful woman died of illness. The so-called loving couples can't grow old together, just like Shen Fu and Chen Yun. In the feudal ethical family, it is rare to find a congenial person, but he is unwilling to accommodate his parents, forced by his livelihood, and tired by illness. Finally, the loving husband and wife are separated by yin and yang and cry bitterly. Looking at this book, the author has a feeling of sadness and regret between the lines, but he is helpless. That's fate. It's hard to overturn.
Selfishness is the envy of Chen Yun. She and her husband have been in love all their lives, and they are deeply attached to each other. How nice it is to travel around the mountains, recite poems and write poems together, and bring wine to the wind together. But gentle and kind Chen Yun couldn't tolerate Weng Gu, so she had to live a poor life with her husband Shen Fu. The so-called but not as those who have been poor together know, no matter how much they love each other, they still can't escape the life of daily necessities. In the face of livelihood problems, no amount of love affairs will help. Living under the fence, moving again and again, and separating from each other is also a great regret in life.
It is a pity that Chen Yun lamented that there is a fly in the ointment in the world. Generally speaking, all women want a spoony husband like Shen Fu, but they don't want the ending of Chen Yun. Life is so impermanent that we don't want to change direction. It is stubbornly moving towards its trajectory, and we can only struggle hopelessly. Finally, it looks down on us in a very indifferent way, watching us sad, watching us worry, watching us despair, watching our hearts break. After the passage of time, we are still proud, but we feel like dreams.
A pony in a sigh, a fire in a stone, and a dream. This body belongs to a dream, and I wander around in a daze. It was just a dream. I never woke up. After Chen Yun's death, Shen Fu sent his love to the mountains and rivers, cultivated his life and begged for help. No matter how transparent those methods are, they can't get rid of a little love after all. Knowing this, is it an obsession to remove the heart barrier? The monarch is also obsessed, and the great realm should be nothing to desire. If you don't seek truth, you will succeed.
Splendid as a cloud, prosperous as smoke, who can really let go? Live in a dream and sleep beside each other.
Lyric Prose: A Floating Life is Like a Dream 5 Last night, I was so sad that I couldn't sleep. It started to rain in the middle of the night and the rain fell on the glass. The ticking sound reached my ears and woke me up. I opened the door and looked at the rain outside, and my heart was less sad.
I thought about yesterday for a while, and suddenly I remembered someone who made me feel warm. Although she is stupid, I think she is really cute and a very good girl. I always send her a "good night" when she wants to sleep, and then stare at the mobile phone screen for a long time, just waiting for her to say "good night" back to me, but she didn't wait, so she must be asleep.
I remember the first time I met her, I didn't think she was anything special, but the more I got to know her, the more I thought she was a very interesting and nice girl. Although she is often silly, she is real. I can see a person's personality clearly and know exactly what kind of person she is.
I still remember that one month before the Spring Festival last year, I was lying in bed with a stomachache and felt very uncomfortable. It's hard to talk when you're sad. I called her, and she accompanied me and found me a bunch of ways to treat my stomach trouble and relieve pain. Although I don't like to see these drugs and treatments, she also cares about me, and I still endure the pain to see these so-called treatments.
In fact, I often play games just to accompany her, because I know that others are not suitable for me out of kindness, and I still like her, so many times she asks me to play with her, and I will try my best to accompany her. In this life, you will always meet a few people who are willing to pay for it and ask for nothing in return. I still remember that year, Na Yue, when you and I got along so simply. I still remember that love, memory and care were so pure. If you can remember me in this life, I would like to wander around the world. Living in a dream, dust is like water, and I don't care about the world. I just hope you will be as good as ever. The scenery here is unique, but I didn't look back. The love beside the flowers in Lu 'an is full of brightness and wind and rain. Maybe if I just look back, I will see that you have turned around. Maybe when I miss you, you miss me too. The past is like smoke, the past is like wind, the world is as mysterious and beautiful as misty fireworks, and you are a special existence hidden in it.
Lyric Prose: Living a Dream 6 Standing in front of the grave where the years passed, I began to mourn the tombstone engraved with "the past", the dream that was strangled in my life, the growth that fell on the road, the dignity trampled by the secular world, and the belief shattered by reality, but I did not mourn the lost youth, because I left behind not only the instinct of survival, but also all kinds of loneliness and stubbornness.
No matter how the days pass, I always feel that something is missing. I know it's not all desire, but the inner world has never found that kind of quiet belonging. Maybe we really lack worldly fame and fortune, but we lack transcendental mood and feelings.
In the years of passion, a flesh-and-blood person naturally cannot be so indifferent and unwilling to be unknown without attachments. Since you can't escape this secular vision, slap it out, even if the world is white and I am alone, so what? If you can't cross this rolling world of mortals, then turn around and take her away from this world, even if you leave without saying a word, the situation will be ruined, so what!
People are ups and downs in the world of flowers, but their hearts are ups and downs in the dust. No matter how prosperous I am, I can't avoid sprinkling blood on the rivers and lakes. If the floating life is doomed to be unstable, then let me wander for a lifetime. No matter abandoned wild shops, restaurants and inns, or ordinary streets and temples. No matter between mountains and rivers, between egrets and peach blossoms, it is gentle and rich, and the smoke and willows are flourishing. Whether it's misty rain and catkins flying in the south of the Yangtze River, or white snow and hot sand in the desert north. I hope I can meet someone in my life and accompany me to see all the scenery in the world. No matter how beautiful the sky is, I will never forget it!
Whether it is a bamboo fence or a thatched cottage, work at sunrise, rest at sunset, watch a window and a half months, and watch the running water. In the yard of the oblique wind and drizzle, the needle and thread are idle, making a tea product. Outside the sunset in Chai Men, stroll along the fragrant path and sweep away the fallen flowers. At the edge of the pond with light clouds and light winds, tie a boat to fish and laugh at the blue cliff. Outside the castle walls with green trees and green hills, guests come to Tianjia and put wine in Sang Ma.
However, human feelings are different and the world is cold. Because of the bondage of the world of mortals and worldly vision, we want to live a simple and poetic life in the ups and downs of the world, but we can't get what we want. There are always too many "necessities" for us to live between those "dilemmas". You can't choose, especially love words.
My thoughts are overlapping, shadows are interdependent, with scattered spots. The laurel tree is full of shadows. I can't sleep in the oblique light of fading youth, and I can't sleep all night in the cool light. Turning to Zhuge, it is difficult to relive old dreams, and it is another lonely night. Some people really suffer from lovesickness, and they will grow old slowly. From then on, it is difficult to find yourself in another magical place. From the initial thrilling to the final sigh, people feel very uncomfortable.
Life is like a play, a peony pavilion, a romance of the West Chamber and two Tsing Yi. We agreed to make a promise on the stage, but we unconsciously paid so much for an audience. I love a habit of serving tea and water outside the play, and I can't help myself. Life is like chess, walking on thin ice, and it's the turn of feelings. Who can really become a spectator? I don't want to lose and I don't want to win. I've been thinking, I'm obsessed with this step. Who carefully arranged and designed it? I thought friendship could be the next draw, but I didn't expect love to win or lose! If this continues, then simply put on a mask, first give happiness a brick to attract jade, and then sing a song to guide feelings. The more people are caught off guard, the more beautiful and natural and unrestrained. ...
After the vicissitudes of life, I miss three glasses of wine most, and it is a story to have a rest all the way. Everyone has a faint sadness, everyone has a dull pain, and it hurts when you think about it. Time flies, the story has long been washed away in the years, and mottled us are still at both ends of the memory. Once, I just wanted to find a soil of memory with you and live in seclusion in a quiet and beautiful time. When the apricot blossoms are rare in the moonlight, time flies, and youth is like spring smoke and jade, falling with bloom. On the edge of the years, with a green bamboo flute, gently blowing the euphemistic feelings in the depths of the world of mortals. ...
I thought even if I was young, I could spend the rest of my life drinking and having fun. Let every drop of rain on the roof slowly slide down the bottom of my heart, arouse the ripples of peach blossoms, immerse beauty in my bones, spread tenderness at my fingertips, light a river, and play a string of piano sounds. Unexpectedly, I heard that a sandstorm left on the cliff and a piece of red dust entered Zen tea. Behind me is the rivers and lakes forgotten from now on, and in front of me is the horizon visible by the shutter.
I seem to see Chang 'an City, long streets, lights, cities and bustling fireworks. When I meet you, I drink tall buildings every night and laugh at the prosperity. Seeing an old friend again, paying off a poem debt, my years, my drinks and my peach blossoms has nothing to do with romance and elegance. ...
Lyric prose: floating like a dream. 7. A flashy life, a dreamy life, success or mediocrity will eventually pass away. Life has ups and downs, so why bother? Don't you just miss that point in your heart for the comfort of your mood and the happiness of your body and mind? If you grab wealth endlessly, you are exhausted physically and mentally, and you forget the initial heart of being a man, where does happiness come from? Between heaven and earth, life should be natural, preferably spontaneous.
Heaven and earth are hostels for all things, time is a passer-by through the ages, and life is so small and short. The world of mortals is rolling, the world is like smoke, and life is like a dream, for fun? Life is often half asleep, truth and illusion, reality and ideal, just a stone's throw away, just like the horizon. There is no need to entangle the truth and falsehood. When it is true, what is false is true, and when it is true, what is false is true. You can dream when you are awake and uncomfortable. Happiness lies in your inner exploration. Why not live happily every day?
Everyone has his own preferences, his own likes, such as the woman he likes. It is with the thoughts in my heart and the right woman that the world in front of me will be colorful, and there will be pleasing scenery on the road, and happiness will naturally increase. Wealth, fame and time can't buy happiness from the heart, and happiness is closely related to women. If there is no woman you like in life, what's the use of more things?
Women are like colored balloons. They flew away without being tied, but they were accidentally broken. Confucius said, it is difficult to raise a woman only. In other words, women should be treated like children, pampered and cared for. The most beautiful scenery in the world is a beautiful woman with a variety of customs, a beautiful vision, a beautiful heart and a beautiful world. Without beauty, there is no scenery, without beauty, there is no happiness.
Life is a hurry, and God didn't give us a return ticket. Grazing your thoughts, opening your heart, flying your soul, traveling freely without any burden, walking lightly all the way and reaching the end of life happily. The woman you meet on the journey is the most beautiful color in your life, whether she is with you on the journey or all the way, no matter how far she can accompany you. Appreciate them with pure eyes, care for them with warm arms and love them with sincerity.
The world is beautiful because of women, and the mood is happy because of beauty. A woman is like a colorful balloon. Don't let her fly away, let alone break her, otherwise we will never find happiness in our hearts. If life is a dream, we are in a hurry. We have too many things to meet, but it is not easy to turn around. How much joy did it leave us? If you meet, cherish it and love your beloved with your heart.
Lyrical Prose: Floating Life is Like a Dream 8 Tang Dynasty poet Wang Bo wrote such a poem: "How poor the road is, I am afraid to go alone." On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body. Thoughts are wandering and life is short. Whether you go or not, you are a dreamer. "If life is a dream, the world is a dreamer, commanding himself in the dream, and after waking up, he seems to be a stranger in the dream. Outside the dream, I have been addicted to it, always obsessed. I can't tell which is the truest, reality or dream.
In the dream, it's actually just two points and one line. The people you see and do in your dreams are all promises that can't be fulfilled or wishes that can't be fulfilled in reality, so they will turn into your dreams, round your heart and fulfill your remaining regrets. And the reality is always cruel, it always hurts all of us again and again, even if we are alone, all the wind, frost, rain and snow will come and make you unprepared. Dreams are always too beautiful, but reality is always too cruel.
Time is like a knife, which smoothes out the youthful frivolity and vitality we once had, and also makes us move from naive to mature and steady, from blindly knowing to do what we like at all costs, to think twice before acting, and then to put it into action after difficult consideration. These are the tests of time to sharpen us and exercise our body and mind.
Because of this, some people will fall into dreams, have empty fantasies but never try to act. Such people live in confusion, know nothing about their own direction, don't know how to move forward in their future, and just waste time blindly. Some people, on the other hand, live too sober, regardless of major issues, we must be careful and haggle over every ounce. They never believe in dreams, and they don't believe in anyone, only themselves. Even in dreams, the mind cannot be free or relaxed. All these pains and joys are actually only between your thoughts. A persistent thought will give birth to many distractions and troubles. If you let go of your thoughts, you will feel at ease, and your heart is like Prajna paramita.
How beautiful the dream is and how cruel the reality is, but impermanence is the normal state of life. We are disturbed by the world of mortals and worldly desires, but we are also deeply moved by the little things in life, thus realizing the true meaning of life. To dwell on the past is not only unhappy now, but also unhappy in the future. Learn to be free and easy, let go, wake up in dreams, and occasionally dream beautiful dreams in reality. When you fall asleep at the pillow, you command yourself in your dreams and do what you like and want to do. When you wake up, you can wave goodbye to everything in your dreams freely. Taking yesterday's dream as one's previous life and today as one's next life is the best practice.
Time flies like water, which is gone forever. Everything that happened in the past is like a dream. But even if the past is fleeting, aren't the roads we walked, the scenery we saw, the people we met, all the joys and sorrows the most precious memories of life? But the more beautiful things in life, the more untouchable and fleeting, and the most urgent thing in life is always the best time. In that case, why not be a free and easy person, be free and easy, be casual, and be happy with the situation, just like this.
Everything in the past, whether it is sadness or pain, or loneliness, just need to be treasured in my heart. Put everything in your heart, but never pay attention to it again. Because everyone in this world is lonely, and everyone has their own loneliness. You should always learn to face alone, bear alone, and heal your inner wounds alone. Even in my dream, I was moved to tears for a small plot. After waking up, I still have to smile and wipe away the tears in my eyes, and say goodbye to everything in my dream with a smile. Perhaps, some people and things in this world are destined to meet only in dreams.
If you are a dream, what is the geometry of happiness? You and I are both dreamers and strangers outside our dreams. Perhaps only by tasting all the tastes in the world and seeing through the scenery in the world can we live up to this life. Let us regard all the sufferings in the world as a tempering of the world; Let those complicated processes return to the original simple peace. Think of the gains and losses of honor and disgrace in the dust as the clouds of the past.
Learn to look down on the troubles of the three thousand worlds and laugh at the ups and downs in the world of mortals. Like this, good.