Question 1: What does it mean to look at each other for years? It means: two people watch each other and wait for the passage of time.
Fleeting time: Time and years passing by like water.
Question 2: What does it mean to forget each other in the fleeting years? Time flies, time flies, many people and many things have long been forgotten, and they can no longer remember the memories.
The passage of time makes us forget the memories we should have.
Question 3: Time is clear and shallow, passing through the fingertips, the years have no trace, and we look at each other speechlessly. What does it mean? Time is clear and shallow. It should be compared to a clear and shallow river, and it is a metaphor that time keeps moving forward. Slowly passing
Passing through the fingertips expresses the author's feelings about the passage of time and wanting to grasp it but being unable to grasp it
The years without a trace means that the years pass slowly and leave nothing behind. Traces are elusive
Two people who are in love without words look at each other and don’t know what to say
Taken together, it creates a sense of picture
Two old friends or lovers who have been separated for many years meet each other after many years... their eyes meet, and they can't speak for a long time. What a sad picture.
Question 4: The red leaves have fallen all over the ground, and I have been idle for a lifetime. What does it mean? If the snow falls on my face
Singer: Xuanzang
The light rain in Xuan Yue I sigh
I admire my best friend
The snow falls and I am pure and quiet
The mist is full of flowers and the clothes rise
There is a road to the end of the world
Send you a thousand miles
Don’t ask about the future
Drink heavily tonight
Who plays the flute in the cold night
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For whom are we drunk and dancing under the flowers
Looking at each other with smiles under the moon
I have never seen the falling snow gradually stop
I am already squinting.
——Xueruo drinks wine and drinks with you.
——It’s okay to be drunk, but just enjoy it and dance under the flowers.
Question 5: "If life is just like the first time we met, how can we forget about each other in the rivers and lakes and pass by like a passing time"? What does it mean? What kind of relationship is suitable for people to say 40 points? If life were as beautiful as when you and I first met, we wouldn’t be separated from each other and living our own lives in different places like this now
More applicable For couples who broke up
Question 6: Passing through the dust of the passing years, stopping at the ferry of life, the lingering fragrance of yesterday still remains in the memory. What does it mean? The passing years, passing by, I am in the eyes of time In the novel, I use my heart as my pen to write elegance into the poetry of life. In the fireworks of the world, I guard my original self, embrace the warmth of one meter of sunshine, and listen carefully to the whisper of the years. There is an understanding, and in the time between fingers, there is light joy and deep love.
——Inscription
As time passes, the wind blows the fallen leaves and inadvertently slides them down, swaying the loneliness of late autumn. After an autumn rain, there is a slight chill in autumn in the north. Everything is simplified and simplified, decorating the desertedness of this season. The transition of seasons always brings prosperity and silence, and we, in this fleeting scene, watch the passing years, count the joys and sorrows of the fleeting years, and with a peaceful heart, precipitate the glitz of the world of mortals. .
Outside the window, the fallen flowers are in full bloom, the face of autumn has gradually been covered with frost, and the chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Withering and blooming are the most authentic expressions of this season. Time passes between the fingers. As soon as we turn around, we say goodbye to another season. We cannot keep the flowing water and falling flowers, and we are always missing them. Just like some encounters in life, they come and go in a hurry, making it difficult to grasp. Destiny is like water, perhaps life is a process of encountering and parting. Some people are destined to meet for the sake of separation; some love is destined to separate for the sake of deep feelings.
When I was young, I read Su Dongpo’s sentence: “Even if we meet each other and we don’t recognize each other, our faces will be covered with dust and our temples will be as frosty.
"It's the age when young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, and they don't have much experience. Time is like water. I have experienced the youth full of gardenias, and gone through the journey of gathering and separation. When the dust of the years decorates my face, I look back at dusk. Those who accompanied us through the rainy season and through the years have long since separated. When we meet again many years later, the wind and frost of the years have long covered up the old ties, and we can only say, "This love can be remembered, but it was just that at that time." "Already at a loss." They looked at each other and smiled, speechless. Time can make deep things deeper and deeper, and it can also make shallow things shallower and shallower. Since ancient times, life has been full of gatherings and separations. Even if everything is not what it was before, but The first thoughts are still warm in understanding, and the poems that decorate life.
Passing through the dust of the passing years, stopping at the ferry of life, the lingering fragrance of yesterday's first encounter in life still remains. The ignorance, the graceful feelings of the girl, in the long river of time, there have been so many reunions, and so many melancholy partings. From the first time we saw each other, to the time when we looked at each other across the world, the memories hidden in our hearts are either sad or happy. . If time can go back, I want to go back to the day I met you; if the story can be re-interpreted, can I use my deepest thoughts to exchange for your expectations for my life? The vows have become the melancholy of the past, and those missed encounters, like the afterglow in the setting sun, shine instantly in life. Perhaps, it is always after the bustle and hustle and bustle that you will know how to sit alone in a corner. I miss the feeling just like when we first met.
Fate is really wonderful. It can make two people who didn't know each other meet in an instant, and it can also make two people who have been traveling together become separated. Before love begins, you can never imagine loving someone like that; before love ends, you can never imagine that love will disappear. If one day, you meet someone you really want to love, Then love sincerely while you still have the passion! Time has changed your appearance, and when love has gone through the vicissitudes of life, you may no longer have the innocence and passion you had at the beginning. How many people have passed through this mortal world. The deeper you go, the first thing you lose is this pure sincerity. How many people forget to cherish it and easily let go of the hands that are tightly held by the person they love. The ending of love is nothing more than mutual affection. , or forget each other in the world, turn around, it is difficult to say goodbye, afraid that we will never see each other again
Who wrote the contract between life and death on the paper with bare hands? Rewrite the fleeting time? The ending of the past will be interpreted in the depths of time, and you are no longer in my story. No matter how beautiful the vows are, they are still in the past, and no matter how painful the ending is, they are real. Some past events cannot bear to be looked back on, and some fragments cannot be looked back on. Dare to look back, in the dark night, I can no longer bear the loneliness and sadness. When you come, even if the sky is filled with rain and fog, and the leaves fall all over the city, I will be here waiting for you; when you leave, even if you are heartbroken, sad, and reluctant to leave, I will I will give you a warm sun, seal the memory with dewy petals, hold a stick of smoke and smile at you, without holding back or looking back.
Everyone has a love in their heart, or maybe. Thick or light; there is a person in everyone's heart, far or near. Love has not come to the end, maybe it is really not enough love, but how many people can hold someone's hand without hesitation and walk through the vicissitudes of life regardless of the distance of space and time;...gt;gt;
Question 7: The wind is getting quieter, the night is getting deeper, the moon is cold outside the window, who sleeps with sorrow. The curtains are covered with wadding, and the candlelight is left, who misses the past, is sad to say goodbye, but hides the melancholy behind the blue sky What does it mean? From the author of Passing Snow and Burying Flowers (Crane Moon)
The wind is getting quieter, the night is getting deeper, the small moon is cold outside the window, who sleeps with sorrow. The curtains are covered with wadding and the candlelight remains. Who thinks about the past and is sad to say goodbye, but hides the melancholy and falls into Bixuan.
In the dream, I can see the tears of lovesickness, the youthful beauty of another life, the fragrance of music and music fills the path, I want to lightly break the plum blossoms to leave the lingering fragrance, but the person leaves again, leaving only the old wall.
When you wake up from the dream, the hustle and bustle has faded away, and the vicissitudes of life in the dust have been washed away, and the old appearance lingers quietly in the dimly lit place, outside the deep corridor, chilling the plum blossoms this season. fragrant.
The light pen and ink, the shallow whispers, can shed countless tears of separation, and tell endless sorrows and sorrows. The moon is pale and the Milky Way, the fallen leaves are raining, and a cup of turbid wine can cut off all the sorrows in the heart. Who is crazy about whom and who is frivolous? Let this love and scene rest now.
Last night there was all singing and dancing in the courtyard, today the garden is filled with fallen flowers, and there are spare poems wrapped around the hanging beams, but the snow falls silently. Looking at the falling flowers from a distance, it is hard to smell the chirping of insects and birds. The falling snow weighs down the cold plums, and I can only smell the fragrance of the remaining flowers.
By the breeze, on the bank of willows, who buries all the tenderness of yesterday’s flowers. The night is still young, with sparse shadows and fragrant fragrance, a clear song makes the snow, moon, wind and flowers drunk.
Reminiscing about those days when we were dependent on each other and looking at the wind and the moon, I have no dreams tonight but I am leaving the pavilion. The courtyard is deep, I count the steps alone, look at the cold night plum blossoms, my tears flow without saying a word. The fleeting youth is not worth the loss of years; the blooming of flowers is as beautiful as a beauty; how can one know that one’s appearance is old when the flowers fall? When spring comes and spring goes, it comes back again, how can one know that spring is infinitely good?
The beauty is gone, who appreciates the beauty, and wants to hold the winter snow to leave the lingering fragrance, but the flying snow turns into ruthless tears. After the dance, the tears in the butterfly clothes have faded. Who will be delirium in the forest stage with the wind and moon? After worshiping the moon for a while, I will wander around. The remaining beauty has no merits and demerits. The tears and laughter will be left blank in the sky. The dew is floating in the dew and is buried in the shadow.
Leaning alone on the railing, looking at each other from a distance, the snow is falling all over the sky, and the road is boundless. The sky and the earth are white and the sky is boundless. Looking at the light frost in the night, I feel a little melancholy. Who still misses the old beauty, but regards the waning moon in the water as a mirror flower.
Manwu held the pen in her hand, stroked the harp in her arms, played a song about the passing snow, composed a song about burying flowers, and expressed her life's melancholy inside and outside the courtyard.
The plum blossoms fall, but the lingering fragrance remains, adding sadness to the farewell. Pick up the remaining flowers and put them next to the burial tree. The flowers will bloom here at the end of autumn and winter.
The young man's clothes are messy and his bun is white, and he is haggard, floating outside in the wind and snow. Let it be young and beautiful, but in the end it will be nothing more than the yellow beam of a clear autumn dream.
Old thoughts are as real as a dream, with worries on the brows, a flash of infatuation, and a drunken spell. When will I finally be able to rest? The snow cannot relieve my sorrow, and dreams are hard to stay. I sigh at the empty flowers of the eternity, and miss the love in the world of mortals. , this affection is hard to express.
The courtyard is deep, with winding paths, jade pillows and a cold gauze cabinet. I pour wine into the evening and have room for three or two tragic poems. The breeze is shattered and there is no trace. Where does the love go? I bear the pain and don't look for it. I stay melancholy until the moonlight.
A short article written by a modern person
Question 8: There is a song with the lyrics "It's time to look at each other, but the story is still fresh" and "Looking at the flowers several times", this What is the song called: Memorial Day
Singer: Wei Bin
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Wei Bin - Memorial Day
by boiling water and sugar swallowing eggs
Maybe I accidentally discovered
the photos left in the story
Nostalgic for the strings on the beach
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Playing with our thoughts
Still singing about summer insomnia
Counting down the precipitation one meter at a time
The appearance becomes the bookmark of memory
Staring at the fireworks in full bloom
How gorgeous and dazzling
The reflection of the stars appears in front of my eyes
This oath is rolled over by the sunset in the sky
Miss the full moon in the night sky before the storm
Use blue lightning
Draw the long-lost horizon
Stick to this dream and realize each other's faith
Looking at each other is time
The story is still fresh
Reviewing the closing ceremony
We still have to shout loudly a few times
Look at the flowers several times
Pass by that familiar face
Want to carve time
Who can commemorate with me
Happiness It is the dedication of the years and the raindrops are the language of breakup
Waiting for the fireworks to bloom again and the stars are still shining
But I found that we are still lingering
It is time that faces each other
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The story is still fresh
Review the closing ceremony
We still have to shout loudly a few times
Look at the flowers several times
Passing by that familiar face
Wanting to carve time
Who can commemorate it with me
What we are facing is time
The story is still fresh
Review the closing ceremony
We still have to shout loudly a few times
Look at the flowers a few times
Passing by that familiar face
Want to carve time
Who can **** with me to commemorate
There is still a photo without disconnection
Stay at the beach where we will meet next time
Make rock candy happily without closing
[ti: Memorial Day]
[ar: Wei Bin]
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[by: boiling water to swallow eggs]
[00:01.93] Wei Bin - Memorial Day
[00 ：07.79] by boiling water and sugar swallowing eggs
[00:13.99]
[00:18.51]Maybe you discover it accidentally
[00:25.94]In the story Lost photos
[00:32.59] Nostalgic for the strings of the seaside
[00:37.23] Playing our thoughts
[00:41.75] Still singing about summer insomnia
[00:46.49]
[00:49.72] Counting down one meter of precipitation
[00:56.19] Face becomes a bookmark of memory
[01:03.69] Gaze at the fireworks in full bloom
[01:08.13] How gorgeous and dazzling
[01:11.98]
The reflection of the stars comes into view
[01:19.52]This oath, the setting sun rolls in the sky
[01:26.86] Thinking of the full moon in the night sky before the wind and rain
[01: 34.34] Use blue lightning
[01:37.12] Draw the long-lost horizon
[01:42.56] Stick to this dream and realize each other’s faith
[ 01:51.14] Facing each other is time
[01:55.36] The story is still fresh
[01:59.06] Reviewing the closing ceremony
[02 ：02.02] We still have to shout loudly a few times
[02:06.38] Look at the flowers several times
[02:09.29] Pass by that familiar face
[02:12.53] Want to carve time
[02:15.01] Who can commemorate with me
[02:20.84] Happiness is the dedication of the years, the raindrops are parted Language
[02:35.96]Waiting for the fireworks to bloom again, the stars are still shining
[02:43.53]But found that we are still lingering
[02:53.17] Facing each other is time
[02:57.88]The story is still fresh
[03:01.26] Reviewing the closing ceremony
[03:04.01]We I have to shout loudly a few times
[03:08.95] Look at the flowers several times
[03:12.41] Pass by that familiar face
[03: 15.12]Want to carve time
[03:19.66]Who can commemorate it with me
[03:27.40]It is time that faces each other
[03:31.97]The story is still fresh
[03:35.37] Review the closing ceremony
[03:38.63]We still have to shout loudly a few times
[03:43.29] Look at the flowers several times
[03:46.33] Pass by that familiar face
[03:49.33] Want to carve time
[03: 54.20] Who can **** with me to commemorate
[04: 01.82] There is still a photo that has never been disconnected
[04: 11.20] Save it for the next meeting Seaside
[04:20.11] Make rock candy happily and never close
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Question 9: Help find a song with Chinese name: Fusang Tree
Original singer of the song: Meng Meng, Liu Hongjun
Lyrics: Care
Composer: Mao Liang
Music style: Ancient style
Song language: Mandarin
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Lyrics:
One rainy night I was drifting in the wind
Falling in front of your window
Looking forward to seeing you every day
Your face
How I wish you could hear
How I wish you could discover
Open your eyes
The breeze takes me lightly Caressing your face
That moment
Stars and moon revolving
Looking over my shoulder at the world in the rain
Don’t forget each other
<p> Meeting each other under the hibiscus tree
Time flies
If we can remember the first time we met
No regrets in the past
Between heaven and earth
The night is still and the moon is not bright
There is no place to find in the deep clouds
Hu Ling's breeze is accompanied by the crow of the blackbird
But ask Who can care
The fallen leaves and fallen branches
The setting sun scorches the clear dew
The chaotic rain falls into the red dust
This is the style of autumn
p>How I wish you could hear
How I wish you could discover
Open your eyes
Let the breeze take me and caress your face
That moment
The stars and the moon revolve
Looking down at the world in the rain
Don’t forget each other
The hibiscus tree The next meeting of each other
Time flies
If we can remember the first time we met
No regrets, the past is gone
Sun and Earth Between
The night is quiet and the moon is not bright
There is no place to look for in the deep clouds
The cool breeze is accompanied by the crow of the blackbird
But I ask who can take care of it
The remaining leaves fall from the branches
The setting sun burns the clear dew
The chaotic rain falls into the red dust
This is the style of autumn