The West Lake is in March, with dead leaves in spring, willows on the embankment and pure land weather. Mindfulness came from the ancient ferry, dressed in plain clothes, and went to a flower affair alone.
by the west lake pavilion, the willow branches are green, and there are no birds whispering across the leaves. The flowers of Chunxiao are blooming every second, brushing away Han Xiao, who had a broken bridge in the past. Some buds have just awakened, and they look soft, like the beautiful face of a baby crying. Mindfulness carries a pot of tea, rests on a vermilion wooden lacquer column, and looks at the sky. It is likely to rain.
The Longjing in the lamp had just brewed its first flavor, and before the tea soup turned pale green, rain beads suddenly fell from the eaves of the pavilion. Pedestrians on the broken bridge hurried to speed up their steps, such as flickering ink spots on the narrow and long white propaganda, running, like the pen tip that just finished the topic, with the meaning of ink dragging on.
As it happens, Longjing in the pot stretched out, and the fragrance between lips and teeth reached its peak, so we met Xiangxu. Longjing is naturally in full bloom, and the flowers naturally take over the rain, which is a natural encounter. Wearing a white coat, with his back to mindfulness, he slowly chanted, "The spring rain broke the bridge, and the boat propped up the willow shade." Xu Fu's poems are clean, clever and joyful. Mindfulness is clinging to the tea lamp, staring at the back of the teenager in front, thin and tall, and I can't help thinking of the lake pen on rice paper. Xu Fu is clinging to it, facing the lakes and mountains, putting the exquisite reflection of heaven and earth on paper.
the smell of tea in the lamp gradually dissipated, but the rain did not weaken. Xiang Xu slowly turned around and came to the pavilion. The broken bridge spread like rice paper. Mindful of smiling, I poured a cup of light blue tea soup in the lamp and left with an umbrella. The old porcelain of Ruyao, white in the moon, is painted with the lotus flowers of the ancient capital of song dynasty.
the rain is sinking. Step into the pavilion, touch the white porcelain, and the eyes flow. The woman holding an umbrella in the distance has a graceful figure and long hair hanging down. The clothes were soaked in the spring rain, the green shoes were half wet, and the steps were indifferent and calm, and there was no panic among others.
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At dusk, the spring rain has stopped, and the flowers and trees have been boiled for a long time, giving off their original clear fragrance. Mindfulness called the boatman and left for the pavilion in the middle of the lake. With me, Longjing, White Porcelain and Zhang Dai's Dream of the West Lake.
somehow, she keeps thinking about each other. Although we have never met each other, we are very clear in our hearts. It is unnecessary to imagine the appearance of poetry. The pale red bud on the new branch is his long whisper. Flowers in full bloom are his repeated songs. The green grass is his Wen Ya smile. The lonely mountain stretching in the distance is the indigo naturalis flickering in his eyes. In the alternate twilight, he borrowed five points and made clothes.
Mindfulness simply abandoned the book and concentrated on remembering it. The mountain man built a pavilion in Bifeng, and raised a white crane, which flew towards dusk and returned, standing in the field far away, drinking the river freely. Recently, it sang in Jiugao, but it fluttered under the wing. It's him who is dressed in grass and shoes, indifferent and calm. He was also the one who trembled and the breeze started, and he was free and unfettered.
Xiangxu, in the gradually emerging twilight, has become a landscape sketch written by Zhang Dai, which is clear and idle. Du Ruo, the Angelica dahurica, which became the skirt of the Chu people, has a unique fragrance. It became "Guangling San" under Ji Kang's sleeve, which was uninhibited and long. He is the dawn in the wilderness of mulberry and hemp, the sunset in Wuyi Lane, the frost and snow on the banks of the great river, and the first smoke on the west lake pavilion.
suddenly, footsteps came from behind mindfulness, which was easy and just right. She knew it was him, because the fallen flower happened to stop on the page. Why is there such a natural association? Maybe it's just like spring blossoms and huazhi spring is full. She is happy in her heart, but she is afraid. It is not too late to meet with joy, and she is afraid of a big dream and the impermanence of heaven. Successively came to him, white clothes covered with moonlight, shaking, and the texture was as unclear as his appearance. He sat down quietly and spread out his palm, which was the cup she left by day.
I was relatively silent, but I seemed to have said a half-floating remark. Mindful of pouring a cup of tea for him, quiet and focused, people who are good at drinking tea know that with a little distraction, the tea soup tastes messy, which is to disappoint. In this way, the two of them sat quietly, like masters and disciples, and time passed, filtering out peace and wisdom. The fear of mindfulness gradually disappears, and the joy is like the tide retreating, and the mood is relieved.
At this time, a little girl selling scented tea came to the pavilion, saying that the jasmine was excellent and almost sold out, and asked if she needed a can. Continued smiling, mindfully put down the cup and looked at the girl. She also said that after three pots of water in Longjing, the taste turned thin, and jasmine was added, which lasted for a long time. Seeing that Mindfulness didn't mean to refuse, she threw three jasmine flowers into the pot. In an instant, they bloom in Longjing tea soup, translucent white, half hidden in green tea, but also beautiful. Mindfulness laughed and bought a can. The girl selling tea thanked her and left.
Mindfulness poured a cup of Longjing jasmine and handed it to me with a smile, saying with a smile that the taste would be longer, so you can say more. Take it and have a drink. Mindful, he smiled and said nothing, but also drank a cup, and suddenly he was faintly lost. This tea fragrance is rich, but it is a little messy and disorganized, such as a post when the mind is upset, which is not very satisfactory. But the girl said that the taste was long, and after thinking about it, she felt that it was not easy to have both beauty and money, so she didn't say anything. Looking up, drinking tea, looking at the hazy lonely mountain in the distance, did not show no dislike.
it takes a long time to get messy and biased, but you can barely cope in an instant. If you drink a whole pot, it will show its flaws. Mindfulness abandoned the second cup, and it was inconvenient to ask for continuation. When the moon was full, they smiled and said goodbye. The back that leaves one after another is like a day, as clean as a lake pen.
The pot of Longjing with three jasmine flowers was held in my arms, and I was speechless for a moment.
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The next day, it was sunny, and Mindfulness was walking along Su Causeway. The flowers are in full bloom, the wind is getting warmer, and the two birds at the tip of the willow are chirping happily and flapping their wings, as if they were going to hit the sky when they were happy. Walking slowly, she suddenly saw the wupeng boat in the distance, dressed in white, and pulled out from the depths of Liuyin.
He sits idly in the boat, overlooking the lonely mountain on the other side, like a Buddha. The sun pours down, the temperature is cool, and the mottled and gorgeous moments meet. Time, like a long pole of water, casually recedes while quietly waiting to pass away. Mindfulness stood on the shore, waited for him to go ashore, and then walked together for a while. She thought, it's always good to get along longer and longer.
I waited for about half an hour, but I still didn't get close. I just stared at the lonely mountain, occasionally turning pages and writing something. Obviously, he didn't notice her waiting and concentrated on exploring his own world. Mindfulness, however, seems anxious, and their distance is at arm's length.
suddenly, I thought of three jasmine flowers in Longjing last night. I wanted to exchange the biased taste of tea for a long time, but I didn't know that at the moment I put them into jasmine, what I wanted to keep had already disappeared. Continue what has not been said, mindfulness is looking at his boat, if there is any income. So she turned around and left with a smile.
maybe at first, we all want to add three jasmine flowers to our love. The taste of three pots of Longjing is exhausted, and the jasmine of Longjing lasts for a long time. What Mindfulness originally asked for was just the taste of three pots of Longjing. The ancients said, "A moment is a thought, twenty thoughts are a moment, twenty moments are a snap, twenty fingers are a stroke, twenty strokes are a moment, and thirty moments are a day and a night." It should be noted that there is an instant outside the mind, a flick outside the instant, and a preview outside the flick ... Time flies, and a hundred generations pass by. Can you know? Buddha said: an instant is eternity.
We search up and down, look back and forth, and rush around, just to wait for someone to relax and make progress, just like the ancient moonlight meets Longjing before Qingming. Don't bother to give, don't wait long. If we don't go to the other side together, the mountains and rivers will be handed over, and we will live forever, and mindfulness will continue.