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The word Youlan has a fragrance when read out.
Some words are born with the breath of plants, so clean, so translucent, and clear in context.
He told me, "You know what? Hu Lancheng was later buried in Japan, and there are only two words on the tomb: Youlan."
In my heart, I was shocked. In the eyes of others, these two words may have slandered them. Because Hu Lancheng's reputation is really bad, almost 90% of it is scolding. But the more I read him, the more I become fascinated by him - his words are affectionate, his flowers do not stick to his clothes, the orchids move early, and the teenagers grow old.
The word "youlan" is a perfect match for him.
Beauty, the world has been shaken by time, the mercy of the world has passed thousands of sails, but still has the heart of the orchid. The older you get, the more you live in a secluded orchid state.
People say empty valley and orchid.
That desperate situation is the empty valley.
Low, empty... It is the lonely mountain and withered branches in the ink painting of Bada Shanren, the quiet temple and the lonely monk described by the four monks, and the young man in white clothes and black trousers seen in the crowd in the spring.
How many beautiful poems have you said about the orchid? The spoken orchid is still fragrant, but the unspeakable orchid is in the early spring, alone, as a flower that walks freely, the farther it goes, the more silent it becomes...
Listening to Bandery's "Annie's Wonderland", there must be orchids in it, and the note is quiet.
Once, I went to the big hutong in Tianjin with Dong and Hong, and the elevator room was dirty and messy, and I heard Xianle in an instant. —It was Enya's voice. In the early spring, the ice on the Haihe River had not melted, and many idle men were fishing. Enya's voice was like an orchid in early spring, immortal, and she didn't even want to give it a little bit of human fireworks. However, enough is enough! In this chaotic and lively big alley, I suddenly heard Enya, as if God was with me.
I really love the orchid in the fireworks.
Youlan was still, on a moonlit night, alone, lit a cigarette. To smoke or not to smoke, it doesn't matter. Be a lingering lover with time. Lazily fell on the blue sofa cushion, laughing to the point of silence. Oneself and oneself linger into a different kind of plant. Lan is the best. There is cool laziness and good intentions, and a little lonely and lonely. It's like reading ancient books of the Six Dynasties, without age, gender, and time...
Zhang Dai said: "People who have no habit, can't be friends, because they have no deep affection; people who have no faults, can't be friends, because they don't have true qi." But there are very few people with true qi. The sky and the earth are vast, the water is too turbid, and the people are too turbid.
There is little affection, slowly indifference and numbness, slowly turning into a rigid dead stone or wood. Unmoved. even love.
No, everything is not a cloud.
The true flower, for whom the spring breeze blew overnight, the dazzling stamens, the dense beauty, the calm love and sorrow.
Bibi is lonely, obsessed with advocating anger and true qi. Zhang Dai also said: "The ice and snow of Gavin are in the bones and in the gods." Isn't it true that people are not? That orchid is a blue and faint skeleton, stretched out, exuding a bewitching charm.
If time swept away everything, what was left in the end would be a smear of orchids.
If love swept everything away, the last thing left would be the initial heartbeat with blue memory.
Youlan's nature is sincerity. It's the unintentional one.
Youlan is the number of peaks on the river after the end of the song. Among the peaks of green, there is someone who is the greenest. Although the face is thin, it is difficult to hide the clean face. It is like breaking a new orange with a delicate hand.
The deep orchid in the bottom of my heart has actually seen the infinite beauty and the infinite wonder. Heaven, earth and space, the universe is vast, it used to be like the "Exodus" in the "Bible", the vastness and majesty of going one's own way... Michelangelo painted those dome frescoes, the beauty and silence in the "Bible", every year like this , When he came down again, his back was already hunched over, but his heart was full of clear grass with orchids.
People who go to Europe are often shocked and speechless when they see those domes.
Chen Danyan once wrote a sentence in a series of European essays: "Degenerate but there is a kind of beauty that directly points to the heart." This sentence is really good. Youlan is such a taste.
It is obviously overdue, obviously decadent, but I have seen the beauty of heaven and earth, I have seen sweet and greasy, I have tasted bitterness... It's time to wrap up. It's time to say goodnight to all the past.
That's how I feel the fragility of time. With the heart of the orchid - like Lu Xiaoman's later years, after suffering a lifetime of ups and downs and displacement, he repaid the luxury of the first half of his life with the shabbyness of the second half of his life. Wrapped in plain clothes, entwined with cold heart, who cares about others' cold arrows, and does not say a word. In her later years, she turned herself into an orchid that looked charming but was honest, and completed the cycle of life between being neither humble nor arrogant.
Just like Zhang Dai, who is the best spectator in the world.
Standing on the ground, watching the lively performance on the high platform, I drove my night boat to enjoy the snow at the Huxin Pavilion on the West Lake.
Orchid!
We, all our lives, are just walking towards the orchid in our hearts - when we go, push the door and go in, and see the vast and warm hometown in our hearts.
Tears were shed, this secluded orchid is bright with the will of heaven—it can't be said, it can't be said. Hearing only one word, the stone was broken, and the sky was shocked.
The word Youlan has a fragrance when read out.
Some words are born with the breath of plants, so clean, so translucent, and clear in context.
He told me, "You know what? Hu Lancheng was later buried in Japan, and there are only two words on the tomb: Youlan."
In my heart, I was shocked. In the eyes of others, these two words may have slandered them. Because Hu Lancheng's reputation is really bad, almost 90% of it is scolding. But the more I read him, the more I become fascinated by him - his words are affectionate, his flowers do not stick to his clothes, the orchids move early, and the teenagers grow old.
The word "youlan" is a perfect match for him.
Beauty, the world has been shaken by time, the mercy of the world has passed thousands of sails, but still has the heart of the orchid. The older you get, the more you live in a secluded orchid state.
People say empty valley and orchid.
That desperate situation is the empty valley.
Low, empty... It is the lonely mountain and withered branches in the ink painting of Bada Shanren, the quiet temple and the lonely monk described by the four monks, and the young man in white clothes and black trousers seen in the crowd in the spring.
How many beautiful poems have you said about the orchid? The spoken orchid is still fragrant, but the unspeakable orchid is in the early spring, alone, as a flower that walks freely, the farther it goes, the more silent it becomes...
Listening to Bandery's "Annie's Wonderland", there must be orchids in it, and the note is quiet.
Once, I went to the big hutong in Tianjin with Dong and Hong, and the elevator room was dirty and messy, and I heard Xianle in an instant. —It was Enya's voice. In the early spring, the ice on the Haihe River had not melted, and many idle men were fishing. Enya's voice was like an orchid in early spring, immortal, and she didn't even want to give it a little bit of human fireworks. However, enough is enough! In this chaotic and lively big alley, I suddenly heard Enya, as if God was with me.
I really love the orchid in the fireworks.
Youlan was still, on a moonlit night, alone, lit a cigarette. To smoke or not to smoke, it doesn't matter. Be a lingering lover with time. Lazily fell on the blue sofa cushion, laughing to the point of silence. Oneself and oneself linger into a different kind of plant. Lan is the best. There is cool laziness and good intentions, and a little lonely and lonely. It's like reading ancient books of the Six Dynasties, without age, gender, and time...
Zhang Dai said: "People who have no habit, can't be friends, because they have no deep affection; people who have no faults, can't be friends, because they don't have true qi." But there are very few people with true qi. The sky and the earth are vast, the water is too turbid, and the people are too turbid.
There is little affection, slowly indifference and numbness, slowly turning into a rigid dead stone or wood. Unmoved. even love.
No, everything is not a cloud.
The true flower, for whom the spring breeze blew overnight, the dazzling stamens, the dense beauty, the calm love and sorrow.
Bibi is lonely, obsessed with advocating anger and true qi. Zhang Dai also said: "The ice and snow of Gavin are in the bones and in the gods." Isn't it true that people are not? That orchid is a blue and faint skeleton, stretched out, exuding a bewitching charm.
If time swept away everything, what was left in the end would be a smear of orchids.
If love swept everything away, the last thing left would be the initial heartbeat with blue memory.
Youlan's nature is sincerity. It's the unintentional one.
Youlan is the number of peaks on the river after the end of the song. Among the peaks of green, there is someone who is the greenest. Although the face is thin, it is difficult to hide the clean face. It is like breaking a new orange with a delicate hand.
The deep orchid in the bottom of my heart has actually seen the infinite beauty and the infinite wonder. Heaven, earth and space, the universe is vast, it used to be like the "Exodus" in the "Bible", the vastness and majesty of going one's own way... Michelangelo painted those dome frescoes, the beauty and silence in the "Bible", every year like this , When he came down again, his back was already hunched over, but his heart was full of clear grass with orchids.
People who go to Europe are often shocked and speechless when they see those domes.
Chen Danyan once wrote a sentence in a series of European essays: "Degenerate but there is a kind of beauty that directly points to the heart." This sentence is really good. Youlan is such a taste.
It is obviously overdue, obviously decadent, but I have seen the beauty of heaven and earth, I have seen sweet and greasy, I have tasted bitterness... It's time to wrap up. It's time to say goodnight to all the past.
That's how I feel the fragility of time. With the heart of the orchid - like Lu Xiaoman's later years, after suffering a lifetime of ups and downs and displacement, he repaid the luxury of the first half of his life with the shabbyness of the second half of his life. Wrapped in plain clothes, entwined with cold heart, who cares about others' cold arrows, and does not say a word. In her later years, she turned herself into an orchid that looked charming but was honest, and completed the cycle of life between being neither humble nor arrogant.
Just like Zhang Dai, who is the best spectator in the world.
Standing on the ground, watching the lively performance on the high platform, I drove my night boat to enjoy the snow at the Huxin Pavilion on the West Lake.
Orchid!
We, all our lives, are just walking towards the orchid in our hearts - when we go, push the door and go in, and see the vast and warm hometown in our hearts.
Tears were shed, this secluded orchid is bright with the will of heaven—it can't be said, it can't be said. Hearing only one word, the stone was broken, and the sky was shocked.
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