Qing Huan, the joy of blooming in fireworks
If you can, plant a poem in your heart, and a beautiful little flower will bloom in the fireworks, enchanting and fragrant. If you can, keep a quiet and happy jade beauty. When the years pass through the window of the porch, a beam of light enters the bottom of my heart, which warms the bleak and desolate past, opens the heart of the soul and is full of happiness and satisfaction.
On weekdays, half fireworks and half happiness. Symphony of pots and pans, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are the fireworks of life, and no one can live without the truth of life.
It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, but we live in the world. When we are busy every day, we should learn to leave a blank for the years, give ourselves a place to live, be quiet, simple and empty our hearts. Every time, we cherish this ease and cherish this shallow time.
Play a piece of music to relax your mind in the rhythm; Soak a cup of green tea to keep irritability away in the mist; If at this time, write another line of fine print, let the soul glaze in the ink, rhyme and dye, and feel.
The wind has passed through the years and tasted the vicissitudes of life; It's raining cats and dogs, drinking all kinds of joys and sorrows. Observe the years quietly, explain everything, wash away the fireworks, secretly enjoy half a book, and just be a simple, calm and plain woman.
Read the time, the years and the past, so as to gradually know how to cherish and know how to live. Cherish family, cherish friends, cherish the past, cherish every ray of sunshine, know how to cherish yourself, be kind to time and years, give life a smile, be indifferent to the world of mortals, move forward calmly and gracefully, and let your heart meet the original self in a quiet word like a flower.
As I get older, time passes, but my mood is still bright, I know how to smile and learn to be strong. In life, there is no impassable ditch, no unstoppable wind and rain, no impassable river. Only by planting a simple, simple and Zen heart in your heart can you find a quiet time, leaning against the window, holding a lamp and poetically entertaining yourself. ...
Listen to a song "Shui Yun Yi", be quiet; Brew a pot of jasmine tea, wash away the soul, write down fresh fine print, and let the days slowly and gracefully move towards the sunshine in the fireworks and according to the warm fragrance of life.
On the world of mortals, if ordinary days are turned into birds and flowers; Fill the earthly past with clouds and breezes; Turn full of melancholy into a butterfly, then you will be happy, you will be happy, your heart will be full of sunshine, fragrance, brightness and happiness, and the years will be beautiful.
On weekdays, I like to live in seclusion in words, like elegant and true words, those touching poems, read to the bone, my heart is full of thoughts, entangled in fleeting past events.
Fireworks fly, counting the cold, winter is getting stronger and stronger, drink a cup of hot tea, be kind to yourself, time goes by, and youth is dying. A happy woman is not without thoughts in her heart, but a faint and shallow dwelling in her soul, occasionally turning up, or smiling with a low eyebrow, or writing. If life is like the first time, it is happy and poetic.
There are flowers and trees in the four seasons, and life is different. Passing by your city and my stationery, leaving a fragrance, enough for you to taste that fragrance for a long time. Some people say that parting is only for the next beautiful reunion, maybe, maybe not, life, who can predict? Emotion, who can be complete? If you have hidden thoughts in your heart, remember that time with joy and happiness, and don't treat the fleeting time lightly. Looking out the window, can you be safe in the distance? If you always remember the warmth you first saw, will you still be cold this winter?
Love for life can't be explained by a single love word. Because of it, it has been integrated into our body and life. That is real, tangible, visible and secular. How can I be happier than a porridge and a meal? How can you be more real than a silent company? How can you get dressed in cold weather? How can I be more practical than a cup of warm water in the morning? How can I know that I know myself better? How can you be more real than the luxurious I love you?
Make a promise that the world is stable, full of red dust, secretly happy and happy; Listen, a Zen sound, low back, tactfully distant. Shallow reading, light lotus, simple but elegant, calm and fragrant. Blink of an eye, we don't count the years, the four seasons change in the dark, let nature take its course. We just want to keep one person's happiness and two people's happiness, plant poetry in a porridge and a meal, harvest happiness in the left hand, harvest beauty, and harvest a shallow joy in full bloom. .........
Emotional Prose Part II: Emotional Beauty
Life will be dull, why should feelings be ordinary?
Love, however, accompanied us through warm mornings and romantic evenings. In the season of missing, pieces of fallen leaves, like butterflies, danced in our lives, interpreting our love, hate, sadness, bitterness, sweetness and sweetness. Although too shy, but extremely touching. Perhaps it is the most painful memory to draw out a sword and cut off water. More is full of love for each other, attachment to each other, waiting for that day, a cordial greeting, like a poem scattered in the wind, gently interprets our joys and sorrows and beautifully decorates our brilliant and colorful life.
Countless times I waited for you, but I didn't see you tempted. I stopped to stare at you countless times, but I didn't see your emotions. Just for that encounter, I was deeply infatuated with my long-cherished heart and plunged into a fragrant apricot blossom spring rain. I don't want to leave all my life, and I'm used to feeling your seemingly dull but inadvertently moved language. I like to chew over and over again, and you care silently for a long time. I like to hear your simple but more affectionate greetings. At this moment, as you said, I feel an unspeakable pleasure, but I can't express it. Inadvertently, I was told by you that life is dull and feelings are not always led by the nose. I deeply appreciate your firm love in misty eyes.
True love is not because of material wealth, not because of beautiful appearance. Accompanying me all my life is a heart, unspeakable feelings and endless nostalgia. I waded from the other shore and crossed the secular fireworks just to meet you beautifully in the deepest part of the world of mortals. Why is the string of acacia so gentle, but I can't play all my affection for you? I feel your throbbing heartbeat, and there are silent thoughts between the lines, which are graceful and colorful.
Slip down, tears become butterflies, the world of mortals loves you all your life, and you are my deep attachment in previous lives. People who know love know what to give up and what to cherish, and people who know love know what distance and pity are. Not all love is a perfect match, not all feelings are sincere opposites. What hurts the most is the truest feelings. The world of love is inevitably scarred. The most precious thing in the world is not the meeting of love at first sight, but the wind and rain in two of a kind. Many feelings can stand the wind and rain, but they can't stand the dullness, the gathering and dispersion, but they can't stand the test of time. Time will dilute passion, and love will change from romantic to ordinary. I really like it. I hope to go to the foggy city. True feelings are tireless, and the heart is the driving force. Love is the joy of two hearts, and we can't help getting closer. Love is also the pet of tsing yi coarse cloth, and poor tea is also comfortable.
True feelings are speechless, cherish, accompany and love deeply. I love because my feelings have been integrated into my life. I am hurt because I understand your fragility, care for it in my heart, know your tears and know your drunkenness. I don't hesitate to pay silently. I do my best with all my heart. I don't want to be amorous, but pity my favorite, and I only respond with my heart. People who have touched their true feelings always have the most humble feelings. Because I care too much, I am always afraid of being ignored. Because they pay too much, they are always afraid of disappointment. They carefully maintain it and devote themselves desperately. Sometimes it doesn't matter, sometimes it can make them feel sad, and sometimes they don't want to look back, but they make themselves very painful and their feelings are often controlled by them. In short, they often move silently. In fact, a good relationship is not chasing but attracting, not seeking but hitting it off. Love can be vigilant, but it can't be extravagant. Love can be tolerant, but not indulgent. Only with sincerity can we have a thorough heart. Only when you know and understand each other can you appreciate each other, and only when you care about each other can you make your heart respond. Only when you know, can you love and care. Therefore, love is a feeling, and it is unknown. When you love with your heart, you feel a kind of happiness. If a love is completely from the experience of the soul, then this love is extremely pure.
It is extremely precious, because it has not been involved in intrigue, nor has it been polluted by fame and fortune. Love and affection are different, love and love are different, life will be dull, and feelings should not be ordinary.