Butterfly &Nbsp; Chinese Style Love Code.

In the 28th day of the third month of the Chinese lunar calendar, it was Xie Folk legend Chrysalis Day. For more than one thousand years. Love Classics, such as amber, solidified by memory, are taken away from reality in the most beautiful time; they are left behind in the folk, not being courtly by the court, but instead they have been perfected.

Does time damage a memory? Will time dilute?

Luckily, the grass bridge, the pavilion, the Xiu, the Academy... Also with yesterday's warmth and regret, the ancient path, but also the owner's breath. The eighteen mile pass still leaves, but the falling leaves are no longer sad. In the trance of the autumn light, I think of that pair of infatuated men and women playing intellectual games here. They are entrusted with life in the form of "breaking through" in layers of self torture. I do not know how to think of the "fast match" accompanied by lovers on TV now. The fragments of a thousand years are left behind, the riotous waves in the waves, and the butterflies in the sky are clearly the people's love for the last generation to be handed down from generation to generation. They are persistent devotion to good and evil, love and sincerity.

There is a golden street on the side of the good scroll. A street full of pottery, stumbling over a dirty and unskilled singing singer, tore the Gong like voice, knocked the Gong Gong that was more broken than his throat, and sang his own spring tune. Like the rice wine brewed by the farmers, this spring tune is the local accent, but its rough taste is unique. In the story of Liang Zhu, which is widely circulated by the people, he is a good man in Shannan, and Liang Shanbo is a good man. When I was a child, two people read together in the nearby green house. The joy of ordinary men and women is brightened by the expectation of love. Break through the cage and let love dominate. It takes a lot of courage at that time! The butterfly of love is never free. There is only one way to go between the broken jade and the tile. The parents' fate, matchmaker's sectarianism, is a bottomless sauce bowl. The feudal trend of wind and rain has broken off their fragile wings with the fierce thunderbolt.

How many souls have gathered in the funeral platform? Liang Zhu has gone far. Suddenly, I realized that the love that was sung in the world was always beautiful due to incomplete and sad because of regret. Only if it is pure and clear, can it be worshiped, pure and practiced, like a dream like a dream.

Over one thousand years, it has been a long time. The cup of life is poured into the heart of a broken heart but empty to the moon. You know, that beautiful rainbow is printed with two young lives. Cuckoo crow blood, year after year, they have reason to fly proudly in the vigorous season of all things.

Blessed is the Rocky Mountains. Liang Zhu was born in this obscure mountain and grew up in its encircling arms. The astonishing love, such as lightning across the eternal night, has long belonged to the universe. Whenever you listen to the heart, the wind echoes the empty sound in the valley, and it goes to the ear like this: "Yingtai -- Shan Bo -".

No rose, no Bodhi. People here always silently commemorate them in their own way. Before the tomb, the silent prayer is always gentle. The old man with white hair will chew the taste of the golden wedding silver wedding. What does the young man think of a Book of marriage and how to withstand the erosion of time and wind? God always treats us like children and coax us to eat a sweet fruit called love. Longing and expectation can not bear the weight of life. There are some questions, even Liang Zhu, will be embarrassed. If you are married too, will the Golden Palace last forever? It is an artistic conception to be in the same boat. It's not easy to go to the end of life together.

It is said that when it rains, there will be a long and loud book in the fresh house. The wind stopped and the birds did not. Reading is a great joy in life, and the sharpening of ideas will bring about many things. I wish grandpa the greatest mistake of his life, that is, he should not let his daughter read. That fashion has no evil spirits, but the power of words is still through the back of paper. Once the binding belt of thought is released, the magic bottle of action will release the monster. After the rain, the two sun readers sent the readers to the mountain area and sent them to the forbidden area of thought.

The local people say that butterflies here are very special. They are always paired up and tied. Where do they come from? If they are not the embodiment of love, why do they go all in this way? Between them, we feel that the wine of life is so intoxicated, and beauty is so short. Where do we go for eternity? Time wanders, and the shadows are shining. Only a cluster of white mountains and hills can convey warmth and warmth.

Perhaps, the Chinese love canon is like this. Only with the separation of sadness, can happiness and pain be carved into the depths of time, and there will be promises of life and death, and promises that will never be forgotten.

What is human being without the love of engraved and profound love?

There will never be any story about the butterfly. But we should leave a clear sky and let the butterflies fly freely. Let them fly well in the sky, with our beautiful feelings, so that all the people in the world can love them well. Let our children know that the road of life can not be without love, and love can change the world.