If there is a poem that can make a girl's face blush, that is not unusual; if there is a poem that can make a sika deer look back, it is a bit surprising; if there is a poem that can make the moon fragrant, It must be unparalleled beauty and magic.
"The jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. If you follow it back, the road is long and blocked. If you follow it back, you will be in the middle of the water..." It rang in my ears, and it was engraved in my heart, It’s all about this poem called “Jian Jia”!
On a summer night, when I read this poem, my heart seems to be soaked in night dew, and I am filled with infinite joy. In the joy, there is no longer the melancholy of yesterday. On an autumn morning, when I read this poem, beside the Miaomiao autumn water, the grass is green, and the dew is reflected in the water. It shines with soft sunlight, crystal clear and translucent. Close your eyes and listen to the singing of the wind in the sky. There is a touch of sadness in the singing, and it also contains beautiful imagination. Gently sniff the fragrance of Jianjia. The fragrance is mixed with the breath of a beautiful woman under the same sky, so far away but still close to you.
Reciting "Jian Jia" in harmony with the music in the breeze, the words stopped but the emotion lingered, and the aftertaste was endless. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water, but I don’t know where it is. After looking back several times, I could only see a vague appearance. I can't help but marvel many times at the distance between soul and soul in the poem.
The encounter with a person depends on fate, and the encounter with a poem requires not only fate, but also luck.
In such a poem, you can hear the long-lost sounds of nature; in such a poem, you can draw butterflies out of springs; in such a poem, you can help us love each other.
The journey to find love has always been difficult and long; the girl with long flowing hair is hard to find by going upstream; that young man looking from afar, where are you? Have you ever felt infinitely sad and heartbroken? Or treasure her, her tenderness lingering in the middle of the water?
Quiet and beautiful, ethereal, with a touch of sadness. There is a sweet imagination in the sadness, which is always unforgettable. In this life, I have encountered that pure, quiet and beautiful love. In the late autumn dusk, on the flowing water of the small bridge, watching the backs of the leaping fish enter the photo frame by the bridge, turning around just enough to make eye contact, never embarrassed, it was so natural Smile. The love given to me, like my former ideal, has also been broken-hearted, painful and unable to let go, but I never want to let go, but I don't know that it is two loves looking at each other faintly, but we never knew it. One day, we met each other by chance and expressed our sincere feelings to each other, and then we were joyful and unrestrained... In the spring, when we bid farewell to the green willows, the broken branches only became allusions. When the maple leaves turn red again, there is no need to miss them. However, no matter whether you are a passer-by or not, once you have passed by, it will be the accumulation of life. The past, whether thick or light, heavy or relaxed, hangs on the branches of memory in a stretched posture, decorating time and our dreams. Be grateful for love, be grateful for lovers, even if the strange road is already covered with weeds.
Accompanied by the incense-scented moon, I would like to go upstream and look into the breeze. Can that beautiful imagination give me the melodious sound of the flute?
I hope that my love can also be dipped in the fragrance of this poem, comforting me in good times, intoxicating me with beautiful scenery, and letting us fall in love in a poem in the youthful years that I can’t bear to let go of.