Time can be fragrant, and I always feel that there is a poem hidden in autumn, which is beautiful, elegant, rhythmic and fragrant.
Distant thoughts, gently winding, soft and long melody, weak and soft temperature. The light of time, the book is safe, the clouds are long and soft. Calm thoughts are light and beautiful. Beautiful and romantic, warm and gentle. Such feelings, into the heart into the pulse, drunk people, drunk heart, what a beautiful dream!
The cool time reminds people of a Zen poem, "There are flowers in spring, a moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter." If you don't mind your own business, this is a good time on earth. " There are so many beautiful things in the world, and there is not much obsession with silence that I like. For this life, I chose innocent years. What time has given me is that I deeply understand.
At the corner of the season, find a quiet place, stop the heartbeat, point to the time and be silent; The sunshine in my heart is with love. Surplus a free and easy, look at the changes in the world, and engrave the faint affection in the poem, which is the most natural Qian Fan.
I always deliberately hope that time can slow down, my days can be cut and chaotic, and if I can, I can live in an empty valley of red dust, grow flowers, trim hedges and plant chrysanthemums. Reading simple and elegant sentences, watching ink wander on plain paper, planting a hedge to trim bamboo, relaxing in the shade, watching the tide and listening to the wind, turning over the book in your hand as if nothing had happened, smelling the fragrance of flowers, smelling the fragrance of fallen flowers in the leisure of flowers and trees, you will have this cool beauty.
Reading the phrase "White dew is frost, so-called Iraqis are on the water side" in the Book of Songs casually, naturally, a beautiful, gentle and shy woman appeared in front of us, walking in the hazy mist in the morning, with a cool breath, suddenly far away and suddenly near.
I always feel that such sentences are very clear, giving people a good feeling and making people feel clear. Leave a dewdrop, leave a clear soul in the dewdrop, and never feel impetuous at any time. Life is so short and small, I hope I am clean and free from impurities. Whenever I look back, I can meet a crystal clear self, as spotless as a lotus flower.
Passing scenery will always be remembered in life. If life is like the first time, will it be less sad because of missing it? Missing the years is a poem, and the rhyme of the poem is that an ivy tree nourishes life in every quiet dusk, and it is composed of raindrops under the eaves. Not everyone is destined for you, we just need to remember the warmth of passing by.
I met many people and saw many things, and gradually realized how insignificant my sadness was. This is unintentional, but it is also worrying. In fact, years have never wronged us, but sometimes, we paint the land ourselves as a prison, which restricts the pace of our hard work.
Mu Xin said that time and tide wait for no man, and I never spare time. When we were young, we heartily enjoyed that time, which was pure and beautiful, like flowers on blue and white porcelain, and meaningful. If you don't want to entangle, you can see all the noise and impetuousness clearly, write indifference on your face, keep happiness in your heart, and stay in your brow. In this way, simple years will be full of flowers and poetry.
There should also be poetry between the lines, and there is no need to be gorgeous in the smooth charm, but you should understand that there are romantic feelings, free and easy elegance, silver bowls filled with snow and flowers that are not surprised. A book's life, I hope it is rich in plot and full of words, just like a painting landscape. Although freehand brushwork is rich, it is simple. Seeing mountains is mountains and water is water.
A wisp of breeze blows, the notes fall into the warm heart, and the notes turn into small rhymes on plain paper. Looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, I smile, as if all the comforts in the world stay in this faint season, so light, so quiet and so gentle.
When I was idle, I stood at the window and watched the clouds floating lightly and leaving shallowly, just like my thoughts, floating in the thick autumn rhyme. The sad season is destined to make me feel sad.
Some agreements no longer need a few words, just because they have been waiting for each other not far away. Put a person in your heart and write beauty in one sentence. You are not afraid of rhyme, and you don't need to care about style. You just look at it once in a while, and your heart is happy.
Sometimes, life really doesn't need much, just three or two branches for enjoyment. The most beautiful thing in life is not as beautiful as summer flowers, but to gain an understanding in the years like water, pick up the fragrance of time, let yourself paint a faint landscape in a freehand manner, walk with the sunshine and rain, and believe that walking will make you intoxicated.
Always believe that every kind of beauty in this world comes only for those who understand it. How big a person's world is, how many people can understand him. Some people live alone in prosperity, and some people will be rich in silence because of understanding.
Above the world of mortals, there are always secular baptisms and fireworks, leaving a clean corner outside the heart to accommodate the scenery encountered along the way. After a few years, it will be elegant and become a poem or a painting, and all the encounters and memories will become songs in the years.
Write a nostalgic note with a pen, and there is always a feeling of love in the light and dark ink. As far as I know, a touch of fragrance, I am not old, years have given me my initial heart, quiet is just right.
In everyone's heart, there is a paradise. Here, it is our resting harbor. In our spare time, we can listen to a beautiful piece of music, so that the notes overflow the vicissitudes of the soul, touch the soul and meander through life. Or immersed in the favorite words, at this time, all trivial things have nothing to do with me, only the moon in the pine forest shines, the wind passes through the green hills, and the clouds and water are clear, sparse and cold.
I always believe that people with beautiful scenery in their hearts will be able to read the four seasons in their spare time. Picking spring flowers to make tea, listening to Xia Feng's shallow songs, watching autumn picturesque and enjoying winter snow and cold plums are the most beautiful moments when eyes meet flowers in the sun.
With the purest state of mind, guarding the initial ignorance, I will open up poetry for you and grow into a lush life. It is also a kind of happiness to be remembered by someone in your heart. Just like your sentence, a exhausted love can slowly return.
Years are deep, and some feelings need not be said for a long time. I think I have come to meet time, write down the profound meaning, use a brush with dew, covered with the coolness of time, to sketch the encounter and outline the beautiful pictures in life.
Repeated days, every day in time is written in a dull and hurried way, which makes us feel what happiness is for a long time and feel that every day is so ordinary. In fact, when we sigh for the dullness of life, how many people are suffering from diseases and how many people are struggling with disasters, we can enjoy joys and sorrows in our own sunshine.
Life will always make you cry and laugh, and it will give you a treasure and understanding; Life will always tell you the meaning of happiness after you have tasted the taste of life. For us ordinary people who don't have many special experiences, sometimes, with more feelings, we will meet happiness by accident.
Over the years, Qian Shan has spent thousands of years, picking up warm fragrance all the way, grasping those sparks, decorating the coldness of the night, and living up to the beauty flowing in the heart, so that the ivy of time, full of love colors, is as close to the sun as possible, calmly crosses the four seasons, smiles and blooms, and learns to be kind and cherish in the years of cold and warm.
Warm the fragrance of the years, and remember it safely. Those shallow and faint pasts are the scenery left by years. A trip through mountains and rivers, a touch of homesickness in the book, a wisp of clear rhyme in my heart, flying in my memory. Spread a plain piece of paper to describe the mottled and scattered happiness in detail and put it in a corner of my heart. Find a quiet place, and let your thoughts turn into heart flowers, which will drift away with the wind.
Sitting in the brow of time, pushing open the window of the season, watching the sunshine spread the warmth bit by bit, and a fine halo fell gently, nourishing the softness in the deep heart. Light up the gauze of years, spread out the picture scroll of memory, pick a piece of clear clouds and clear wind, and make it clear in your heart that happiness or sadness will dissipate in the wind.
Looking back, I shook off the dust and smiled. I turned around and covered my heart. ...