TOUS, a Spanish luxury brand, launched a perfume called "Water of Nature", which once made me fall in love at first sight: perfume bottles are like light blue water drops, exquisite and elegant, and the taste can indeed be called "natural", with Shui Yang tones of cedar, amber, musk and sandalwood; Close your eyes, as if you were in a dense coniferous forest in northern Europe, where the winding mountain spring winds up and the air is full of the cold breath of spring water.

I read a novel the other day. The hero's family holds the most precious spring in Europe, and then it is luxuriously packaged and sold at sky-high prices in the market. This novel has no imagination. In reality, expensive mineral water is not uncommon. Evian water in France should be the most familiar to everyone, and its figure frequently appears in all kinds of petty bourgeoisie literature. If Evian water is not the heroine's favorite drink, she will be embarrassed to talk about a vigorous love. However, Evian is not the most luxurious mineral water. It is said that only Louis XIV of France has enjoyed the most expensive mineral water in the world. A bottle of 750ml movable property can be sold as high as 145 USD, which is called "liquid gold". I really don't know if drinking such water can relieve all diseases or become an immortal.

Although there is no spring water with such high price in China, it has been subdivided into superior and inferior due to the influence of tea ceremony which has been circulating for more than 1000 years. Lu Yu, the "tea god", once selected the top ten famous springs in the world, and the famous Hupao Spring in Hangzhou, Zhongqing Spring in Zhenjiang and Huishan Spring in Wuxi were all on the list. Famous spring and good tea are also a wonderful combination established since ancient times. Ceng Gong, a poet in the Song Dynasty, once described Baotu Spring in Jinan as follows: "It is more authentic to taste warm winter and early spring tea." Nowadays, these famous springs only exist as historical and cultural relics. Imagine if Yuquan Water, named as "the first spring in the world" by Gan Longyu's pen pal, was repackaged, would it be as famous as chatterton Water and earn a lot of money?

However, spring water is natural after all, "the mountain source and stream are clear, and the river is dark away from the mountain." All pure and beautiful things can't stand excessive interference and carving. Only by maintaining one's true colors and virginity can one experience the most primitive and pristine beauty.

This is the law of nature and the way of life.

Blue water and blue moon

I shuttled through the deserted desert and looked around, except for the vast or white Gobi desert. There is no green, no smoke, only the sound of waves in the desert, which seems far and near, so familiar and so strange. All kinds of dust in the world, in the lonely desert, disappeared so thoroughly and so indifferently. ...

I trudged in the green mountains, but I couldn't see the sky, only the lush and lonely eyes spread around. I know this is not the green I want to have, nor the emerald I want to embrace. The green in my heart has already disappeared in the hubbub, which can only make people look forward to it in their dreams.

I am wandering in the boundless sea, I can't see the noise of the waves, and I can't smell the peculiar smell of foul seawater. The salty sea breeze danced my messy curly hair. Blown by the wind, I remember the bottomless sea, with the mark that I once stopped. ...

Walking in a smokeless city, I looked up at the starry sky and saw a blue moon in the quiet night sky. Under such a blue sky, there is no freshness in the blue, and such blue still makes people feel an unspeakable emptiness. Maybe this blue color is not what I expected. My favorite blue is so pure and clear, fascinating and unpredictable.

There is a clear water and a blue moon in my dream, which is vaguely presented in my image. I am drunk in the clear blue, smiling alone at the tuyere. That charming smile will always be fixed on the night of clear water and blue moon, which belongs to me.

Dream back to three thousand years, I can't get rid of the distant memory, so vague and so clear. It has always been clearly visible in the dream that the dust of the years has washed away the dust of the years, and what can't be washed away is the vicissitudes of the years. Go ahead with all indifference, kiss xiu alone in the colorless and tasteless wind, and walk alone in the cold and unknown midnight. I only know that there have been winds and dreams.

Clear water and blue moon belong to that glittering and translucent time, and only in a spotless world can there be such elegant scenery. We have all walked through too much indifference in this world, so we have all smelled the clear water and blue moon. However, no one can always capture the purest clear water and blue moon from the deep heart.

Hiking, over mountains and mountains. In order to find the clear water and blue moon that once belonged to that pure time. Every time it seems close to it, I find that the distance is so far away. Only a faint smell spreads in the depths of memory. Every time, when it is within reach, it is quietly drifting away from the dust of our lives. Perhaps, such years can only be used to feel, but can no longer be experienced with heart. Too much. It's a little fuzzy

Many times, I have been thinking about it and remembering it. The clear water and blue moon once leaped into our lives, but they were not well locked in those years and eventually became eternal. When everything becomes a memory, maybe I can understand what I really want. Perhaps, every time I miss the clear water and blue moon with my heart, I can only experience it quietly. Maybe in our dreams, it will go with the wind. ...

The dust of the years can't be washed clean, and it is lead China trapped in our hearts. Therefore, every time I turn around indifferently, I always can't see the clear water and blue moon. ...

Really understand the two entanglements.

Summer comes quietly, and the green willows hanging upside down by the pond are still attractive and fragrant, love city. A few gusts of smoke and wind blew, and peach blossom powder's petals floated like clouds. In her spring home, she woke up this summer's nightmare. Suddenly, Tingting stood proudly in her mind and could not retreat for a long time.

I never intend to compete with Fang Qun, but I am intoxicated in my own world. In a quiet corner, books are fragrant all the way. In bloom, it was only for appointment. Ren Jiangnan misty rain, wherever he went, he wrote a black and white fine print, which gathered his heart and words.

She strolled in wearing a simple and elegant dress. Deep in the clouds, Ying Ying is like a dream, graceful and beautiful, and seems spotless. They all say, "Peach blossoms set each other off!" But at this time, the eyes are like glass and pink as peach cheeks. Not charming, not artificial, lonely Liao is a unique figure.

Where the wind blows suddenly, my eyebrows frown lightly, only for whom is a ray of light sorrow? Looking forward to a moment, a little full of meditation? The drizzle in my eyes is forbearing, but there are still a few clear tears. Su Ying stood in the moonlight, listening to the melody, looking forward to a spiritual date.

A curtain in the dream is fragrant, warm and refreshing. The world of mortals has fallen, and I don't envy the land of Yaochi on the cloud, but I really know how to care about two things. In the afternoon of summer night, the wind is ringing, the flowers are charming and graceful. Sandy always points to a light book with ancient rhyme, with the moon as the skirt and the wind as the skirt. As soon as the wind passes, the flowers are overflowing.

I, a trip to the south, leave the season to you.

You have your story and I have my heart.

What you hear are colorful soap bubbles, which are all illusions and will eventually be destroyed. What I saw was the sudden light in extreme darkness, which was a reality and blinded my eyes.

As I wish, the end is a new beginning. After it's over, there are endless surprises. Or sad or happy or destroyed. Nothing is unbearable for human beings, even the end.

When I left, I kept singing in my headphones: I will travel to the south and leave the season to you. Then, I sang along: I, a ramble on the south, leave the season to you. Then, I fled this season.

Every season has its own story. Whose season I left, whose story I am. I don't know.

The only thing I know is that I lost season after season. Those desperate years, those helpless times. Later, I counted a few treasures, only to know that my lost youth is now white.

What I remember is that no one can tell the story of this season. It will rot, deteriorate and die.

Want to stay, but can't stay, is the most lonely.

I traveled from one city to another, and I saw meeting and parting again and again. Cities have life and personality. It has a beating pulse, a solid body and boiling blood.

Looking at the scenery through the window is like sitting in a time machine. When the floodgate is opened, memories rush out like a roaring flood.

Time can never stand still, bring our broken memories back to the furnace for reconstruction, create fresh memories and enrich our blood and brain. And make our arrogant faces look resigned.

I miss those innocent and fearless days. This is a young and unforgivable year. It's ridiculous, sad and cute. One sentence is right: there is nothing wrong with being young, and being wrong is also right.

I watched the movie "Become a Man and a Woman" on the long-distance bus that day. It's a bloody story, and the hero sings the following sentence: If you want to stay, you can't stay. It is the most lonely thing, but I can't finish my gentle words. My heart suddenly hurts.

I remember I once said: there is wind in my blood, and your heart can't keep me. You remember.

Dream in a dream that you can't wake up.

Habitual dreams, bizarre dreams. It's like being in another world. I began to believe that souls exist.

I remember the book saying that the weight lost after death and before death is only the weight of the soul. The soul is very sacred, and the death of man is also extremely sacred. I have always advocated the profession of forensic medicine.

Nightmare is a magical thing, which interweaves some irrelevant people or things in a wild and unconstrained manner, and entangles in a sleepy mind at midnight like a movie. I dreamed that my family became beggars. I dreamed that I was lost, lost my memory and looked for it. I dreamed that someone pointed at my nose and insulted me with a smile. I dreamed that the people I trusted didn't believe me.

The dream is as real as ever, and I wake up in a cold sweat. I wonder if dreams are a harbinger of something. Looking at the intricate palm prints, I already believe that there is such a thing as fate.

Remember, this is not superstition, just an excuse or hope for your soul.

I'm afraid it's hard to see the blue sky in full bloom in summer after a long time. Fortunately, we see the same sun and moon, so when we think of it, we still have a smile on our lips.

You said, I love you more than love.

I have walked so many roads and seen so many separations. The emotions that human beings long for are difficult for other creatures to understand, such as love, affection and friendship. I don't know what kind of feelings are the most important, or that the most important thing is to cherish and possess.

It seems that all the love songs in the world are screaming for love, as if all the love words should be said to lovers. Where did you get the courage to hug your buddy or girlfriend and say, "Friendship is precious, but love doesn't matter"? We are warm creatures, looking for warmth and comfort everywhere.

We regard ourselves as spotless saints, and it sounds euphemistic to say false excuses that we don't understand the world and are not understood by the world. Comfort is stretching, and you know when you are warm and cold. Do you know that?/You know what? Anyway, I know.

With the growth of age, we gradually become internet dependent, aphasia and indirect schizophrenia. We cry or laugh at things we can't see or touch, but we can't let go of our mobile phones. What have we got? We are afraid of losing it.

Haruki Murakami said that even trivial things in the world are not pure coincidences. So I say that every encounter in life is not accidental.

Jane Eyre said, I think the greatest happiness in the world is that a person is loved by others and finding his own existence can add happiness to others. As I yearn for, I long for love and being loved, and I hope to bring happiness to others. So, are you happy?

As for love, I don't know if everyone loves only love. Maybe sometimes love is just a cover, and everyone is holding high the beautiful and great banner of love and swindling around. It is the collision of various hormones in the human body that synthesizes this substance called love, which is everywhere but aboveboard.

Love is a matter for two people. You got it, then congratulations, you got someone's love. You lost it, so what do you have left? Expired love words, yellow photos, dirty tears, old years, or nothing.

We are talking more ambiguous love words than love, and we are screaming and hugging unscrupulously. Friendship makes love envy and hate, and we all laugh. If you have it, you don't want to lose it Without death, we never have to worry about losing it.

Friendship is a lifetime, love is a moment. Because in the final analysis, love is nothing more than a stranger or a family relationship.

I believe this sentence, I love you more than love. I love you more than myself. It's hard to believe that a person who doesn't even love himself is qualified to love others.

As you know, we are dying.

I live, even though I know that the end of life is death, I still live proudly. Because there are many things in life that are futile, try to persist.

After some people and things, we have grown up without any way. We laughed and cried, got together and left. We are getting stronger and stronger, but weaker than we thought. Because we have changed, so has the world.

I began to listen to Eason Chan's songs and all kinds of songs suitable for my mood. Of course, I still like them when I listen to Vae Jay. In my opinion, Vae's songs are for middle school students, Jay's songs are for nostalgic people, Silence Wang's Xu Liang's songs are for trendy people, others are for pseudo-literary youth, and those unknown special songs are for enthusiastic young people, who feel that they are pretending to show off. I don't know which one I belong to.

I like wearing sunglasses, a sun hat, a backpack and headphones, and I look like a traveler. You can tell me it's a disguise, but I want it if it makes me happy.

A woman who likes Echo doesn't have to go to Sahara, but she must travel. What makes me feel pity is that such a woman who loves life and loves life chose to commit suicide. It's hard to imagine what made her so uncomfortable and uneasy. But I still appreciate it.

When passing through the underground pedestrian passage that day, the singing buddy was shouting: Happy cry, happy smile, happy people will never get old. Suddenly I feel that I have never been happy. I was crying and laughing behind others' backs. I feel sad and disdainful about my disguise, but I know it's not just me.

You and I are just passers-by walking on the sidewalk in a hurry The red light met unexpectedly, and as soon as it passed, we parted ways. It's not that I pretend to be deep, happy or sad or sad, all of which are short-lived. It is the result of restless bones, and osteoporosis may die slowly when it is old.

I'm afraid of death. When I was at the seaside in the middle of the night, I listened to the cry of the sea and imagined the beautiful radian falling from the sky, but my heart was very uncomfortable. Crossing the busy expressway, I imagine that I was hit by a car and flew dozens of meters away. I think death is actually very close to us. Time seems to take away each of our lives at any time.

Yes, we have no choice but to live to death. Then, born to be human. Live a good life and work hard.

Hello, stranger.

North of beicheng. It is the vastness and wildness of your imagination. I stayed in four cities until the astronauts boarded the rocket and accidentally flew back.

I sit in the center of my country and talk to everyone. I said, look, I'm talking to you in the heart of my country. How honored you are. But who is standing in your heart?

There is a political stench everywhere in this city, and sentences in political textbooks can be found here, which makes people feel comfortable and dusty. Dense leaves protrude from the impenetrable wall, which is a representative of rebellion and a model of shoot to kill.

Beggars and poor people are not uncommon anywhere. On the one hand, it is said that * * * has money, and the poor beg in the street. It suddenly occurred to me that on the first night at KFC, the 500-year-old man I met raised his proud face and even his wrinkles spread out and smiled. Seeing the noble and elegant women in the restaurant, no one can compare with my mother, the simple woman. A little sad.

I'm poor, too. I'm penniless shopping. I met an old woman who sold popsicles. I waved at her and got supercilious look and repeated abuse. Put up with it or get out. Put up with it or get out. I heard the city growling at the top of its lungs. I choose the former.

There is no fit, only grinding is not running in. I am becoming strong and mature. I didn't want to grow up before, but now I am eager to mature. Maybe one day, you won't see me.

You smiled and said to me, hello, stranger. I also nodded and smiled: Hello, stranger.

Love is like blue and white porcelain in Jiangnan.

When my eyes crossed that day, I was hesitating, but you put down the scrolls and put on the white cheongsam for me last month. Before you appeared, my love world was like a blue-and-white porcelain handed down from generation to generation. It was beautiful in my dream, and bloom of that time turned into vicissitudes in my dream.

In fact, I know that you come from a farther place, from a deeper artistic conception than poetry. In fact, I know that you have been trying to get close to me all your life, just like I am waiting.

I have been thinking, if there is a previous life, then my previous life is the woman sitting by the window, emitting temptation and wandering quietly.

When I passed by you, I saw you turn around unintentionally, and your smile bloomed gently in my heart.

Yes, it's raining lightly outside the curtain. ...

Look! The woman gently unfolded the lavender oil-paper umbrella, strolled leisurely in the long and narrow Gu Xiang, and let the gentle raindrops hit the umbrella surface, gently beating the rhythm, like a thousand years of melancholy.

Yes, Jiangnan is very close at the moment, as if the whole person is standing in the rainy lane of Jiangnan at the moment. This feeling often lingers in my mind. Many times it is as delicate as the blue and white porcelain in Jiangnan. At the moment it was released, it was only separated from me by a misty rain.

Yes, at this moment, it seems that as long as you open the window lattice, you have already entered the painting with your ink and wash. The lovely woman in white with Ying Ying's eyes is coming, and she is at arm's length. The bridge stood there quietly, and the scratches of the years were clearly visible.

Therefore, I dare not get too close to you, for fear that my steps will crush your scaly tenderness, and I dare not go too far, for fear that my eyes will not see the movements of your cheeks.

If I can, I would like to be the woman who is "drunk in the depths of the lotus", just to be contaminated with the purity that is far away from the hubbub, so as to deserve your elegance; If I can, I would like to be a green vine, wrapped around your whole body, listening to the whisper of the lotus wind in such a realm, wandering in the depths of the lotus, intoxicated and not knowing the way home.

I can't help but think of the elegance of "picking lotus leaves in the south of the Yangtze River, how to reward lotus leaves, fish playing lotus leaves ..." in Han Yuefu, and I hope that one day, the melancholy and loneliness floating in the noise of the city will disappear in the romantic beauty of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there will be not only the humming of "Moonlight on the Spring River", but also "Lihua Village knocks at the door, shakes hands and looks at each other with tears." A touching scene. I like the soft wind in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle, the small bridges and flowing water, and the picturesque women.

The elegance of Jiangnan men is the most beautiful picture in my memory, although they have not lived in Jiangnan for a long time.

Walking through the willows in the south of the Yangtze River, stroking the drooping silk, my south of the Yangtze River, the roof you gave me, set a happy starting point for me. Jiangnan is like water, recalling it is like being in a tender ocean, what kind of affection, the long embankment is dense and winding, and the beauty of shaking hands in the leisurely footsteps deep in the fog. The dust and complexity of the fleeting time have turned into lightness, accompanied by only joy.

Who is it on the Sanshengshi? Write down a list.

The moonlight casts a faint shadow, like a sad melody overflowing the embankment, but the water remains unchanged for thousands of years, the wind remains unchanged for thousands of years, and the rain is still so lingering, but people don't know where it is. Peach blossoms bloom in spring, drunk and broken the bridge, lost in a river of spring water.

Perhaps it is because of the endless misty rain of lilacs, a prosperous and tired back?

Perhaps it is the scholar swordsman who won the snow white in the rain flute on a rainy night, and the faint feelings of the wanderer!

So you have been sleeping in my dream, you can hear and understand my call! Why do I have to wander again and again and get lost again and again?

Drinking a cup of coffee is enjoyment, reading a book is enjoyment, and doing nothing is also the enjoyment of life itself. The trivial time in life is enjoyment. Is love like blue and white porcelain also enjoyable?

In Wuyi Lane with white walls and blue tiles, the green slate covered with moss and dripping with spring rain is rushing forward. On the canal at the end of the alley, the awning boat won't wait long. This kind of waiting is just like Zhang Ailing's love: in the endless wilderness for thousands of years, it is neither too early nor too late, but it happened to catch up. There is nothing else to say except a gentle "Oh, you are here."

On the bow of a covered boat stood a Tsing Yi poet, breathing flowing clouds and grass.

Spring, the breath of youth.

When the snow melts, it is spring.

Looking back on the past in the moonlight, my youth has retired to the other side and become a distant flower on the other side. Some things will inadvertently, like flowers, like grass, spring is coming.

I remember when I was a child, breakfast was usually: white rice porridge, a plate of crisp radish and a few scallion cakes. Breakfast in the country is simple and light, but it is refreshing and decent as soon as it enters the stomach. In particular, the scallion cake is branded as golden as rape, dotted with green chopped green onion, which is not only gorgeous in color, but also crispy and delicious.

"The peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and the shepherd's purse in the stream is in spring." When I was in middle school, I just learned what Xin Jiaxuan said. Every time I recall, jiaozi stuffed with shepherd's purse by my mother is filled with the smell of spring. After teaching, I often meet people who buy candy or cotton candy at the school gate, and my heart is always inexplicable. Those were good years, those were melancholy years.

Because of nostalgia, I am always melancholy and sad.

My heart is like a mirror, knowing that I can't go back, but I still can't help looking back from time to time. Even if I get up the courage to buy one secretly, I can't eat the old mentality.

It is always easy for us to remember all kinds of things we ate when we were young. When people are teenagers, the taste is basically just the satisfaction of taste buds. One of the criteria for growing up is that the taste that once satisfied the taste buds turned into a hangover memory.

When we grow up, we find that we are always good at remembering, and memory seems to be a cold-repelling device for the soul. Depreciation time in cities is becoming more and more popular. When I was young, I always lost weight again and again and became hard in my bones.

Alone in the long winter of besieged city, I feel unfamiliar and passive, like crossing a wet and dark tunnel, more like a pupa waiting in the dark.

"quietly watching the first seed sprout under the soil, the ice and snow at the top of the tree melt, and a beautiful flower of love blooms." On the cold concrete road, the song of Emini, in the warm and cold days of February, suddenly appeared the message of spring.

When I was young, I was pure in heart, close to nature, sensitive and fragile, and my nerve endings seemed to be extremely rich. Natural wind and grass can easily leave various traces on the map in my mind. When we grow up, we are no longer in the mood to see a group of ants passing by in spring.

When the residual snow in the corner of the city began to recede, I wondered if the old nest above the lintel in front of Yancun Hall was still empty. Those little guys with smooth feathers and purplish chins will bring the news of spring in their eagerly awaited eyes and a pair of scissors for cutting green silk tapestries.

When Yan Zi came, spring came back to the earth, and farmers in the south of Xichou also had something to do. But the children are the happiest. After a cold spring, they can finally take off their clumsy underwear and go to school. They pick a bunch of flowers and plants they like at the roadside of the school and give them to their crush classmates, or fill a glass bottle with water and put it on the teacher's desk.

The feeling of happiness is so simple, as clear as the sunshine in the fireworks in March.

Qiao Ye's poem said: "My healthy barefoot is a crisp drum/beating the chest of spring in this rainy season/what does it matter if I don't have gorgeous shoes/who says I'm not happy enough at the moment?"

"Teenagers are as gorgeous and innocent as roses on the wall, which is the spring scenery on earth." Happiness in a young and transparent time is so simple that you just want to run barefoot in the light rain in spring, which is a feeling of happiness.

Spring, the breath of youth. This is the smell of happiness and love, just like the faint fragrance of flowers secretly sent on a spring night.