What is the highest state of longing? The highest level of poetry that is missed

Tea does not want to eat, give up but have luck, longing for the appearance of miracles, maybe missing is a kind of spiritual sustenance, so that you have a longing, a luxury ......But to say that the highest state may be that there is no self, and there will always be only ...... in the heart

There are many kinds of fate in the red world, and it is certainly a cherished fate to be able to become acquainted with each other in the vast sea of people. But there are more people in life who pass by in the crowd of people who go to and from work, passers-by who take shelter from the rain under the eaves at the same time at the moment of rain, and people who return at night who wait for the same bus under the dim street lamp. Even two fish swimming in the sea can meet by chance in the water because of their fate in their lives.

Look at some friends

Even though you know that there is no result, you still have to think about the result.

Queqiao Immortal Qin Guan.

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Magpie Bridge!

If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight!

Yan Qiu Ci "Yuan is good to ask.

Ask what the love of the world is, and teach life and death to make a promise.

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom.

Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat.

Butterfly Loves Flowers" Liu Yong.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring, and the sky is dark.

In the grass-colored smoke and light afterglow, who will rely on the fence without words.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

1. The author of "Memories of Shandong Brothers on September 9th" is Wang Wei, a writer of the Tang Dynasty.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

When I was a guest in a foreign land, I always missed my hometown whenever I had a good holiday. Although I am in a foreign country, I have long thought that today is the Chung Yeung Festival, and the brothers in my hometown will climb high and look far away, and I think when they wear dogwood, they will find that I am the only one missing.

2. The author of "Leaving Thoughts" is the Tang Dynasty writer Yuan Zhen.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

Translation] once ** across the vast sea, the small trickle of dismantling the sedan chair will not be in the eyes. Except for the colorful clouds on Wushan, all the other clouds are not enough to see. Even if I walked into the blooming flowers, I didn't pay attention to it, and I didn't bother to look back**.

I only hope that for the rest of my life, I can use the path of cultivation to ease my thoughts about you.

3. The author of "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon" is Wang Jian, a writer of the Tang Dynasty.

The atrium is white arboreal crows, and the cold dew is silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

The moonlight shone on the courtyard, the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the branches of the trees rested with crows. Late at night, the autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. People are looking at the bright moon tonight, and they don't know whose side the autumn longing will fall on.

4. The author of "Spring Hope" is the Tang Dynasty writer Du Fu.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the spring grass in the city is chaotic and the trees are deep.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming.

Translation] The national capital has been breached, only the mountains and rivers remain, Chang'an City is full of desolation in spring, and the grass and trees are barren everywhere. When you are sad, you cry at the flowers, and you can listen to the birdsong. The war has been going on for a long time, and a letter from home is extremely precious. The gray hair became thinner and thinner, and he couldn't even insert a hairpin.

5. The author of "Fortune Operator, I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River" is the Tang Dynasty writer Li Zhiyi.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, and you live in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but can't see you, drinking the water of the Yangtze River together. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and I don't know when it will stop, and I don't know when my lovesickness and parting hatred will stop.

I only hope that your mind will be like mine, and you will not fail to live up to this mutual thoughts.

You will lose your soul, feel that you have lost everything, and you will even think about the tea and food, and you will dream of him when you dream at night, remembering the bits and pieces of your past.

I can dream of him, I will miss him all the time, I will involuntarily think of the bits and pieces with him, I will can't help but see him, I want to hear his voice, see his face.

will be him in and out of dreams, and will engrave him in his heart, others cannot replace him, he will not be centered on everything, and he will be very unhappy because of his performance.

Every day, I can't give up, I keep looking at my phone, looking at each other's **, dreaming of each other, and I especially want to find each other.

The highest level is to go to you immediately if you miss you, no matter when or where.

will become six gods and no master, change this trace to sleep all night, become unintentionally happy, all emotions will be pulled by the other party's shouting, and will affect Zheng Paoyuan's mood because of the other party's words and deeds.

One day, the woman asked the man, "What do you say, what is the highest state of love?" The man thought for a moment and said, "It's life and death!"

You want to ah! Isn't it the highest state of love that a person can die for another person and give up the most important part of his life? The woman nodded, and shook her head, at first she also thought so, because many love is always associated with life and death when the most powerful time, those love that has been passed down through the ages are all life and death, in short, the majority of the sad, but more love between the common people is only ordinary love and hate!

Only the usual sadness and happiness, "So what do you say?" The man asked. The woman smiled, "It's a habit, when you get used to the habits in a person's life, you really fall in love with him."

Love is the identification of one person with another person's habits. To love to the highest level is to identify with his habits. A woman who is accustomed to a man's snoring, from being uncomfortable to getting used to to not being able to sleep without his snoring, is love.

A man is accustomed to a woman's willfulness, coquettishness, and even unreasonableness and making trouble, this is love. One person will change and accommodate for the sake of another, this is love. The philosophy of love is sometimes so simple, in the bits and pieces of life, if you can not adapt to a person, adapt to all his habits, it only means that you do not love him, or you have not yet reached the realm of love, because love is in these details.

When you have become accustomed to all the habits of your lover, such as the smell of tobacco in his clothes, such as his clean shirt, such as his waking up in the middle of the night to watch football, if you are used to these, then stop asking what love is such a stupid topic of love, sometimes it is so simple and simple. It's like a glass of boiled water by our side, within reach, and when drunk, we feel cool and comfortable.

The whole world is just me and him, my mind is full of him, what is more important than a lover? Caring about him all the time should be the realm of love. Even when he's not around, you can feel his presence 、、、

That's missing to the point that you've forgotten to miss it, because missing is already a part of your life.

You don't have to think about it at all.

What is the highest "state" that a man misses a woman? It's nothing more than these 4 words.