At this time, more and more people like to read some clean and transparent words. Those chapters, like little daisies, bloom in their barren hearts.
As long as the wind blows, there will be a comfortable sense of security. When the rain comes, there is simple and elegant love. I know that spring has passed quickly. No flower can retain the fragrance on the ink, and there is no birdsong, so I can remember the clear stream in the mountains.
However, I am willing to put every fallen leaf into the skirt of youth and hide every story in the misty moon in late autumn.
How I look forward to it. When one day, the past knocks on the porch window, I am holding Song Ci in my hand at the window, and you pass by the window, I can still connect the loneliness between your eyebrows with the dusty affection. You are still willing to give up 3 thousand prosperity for me and only accompany me to make tea. At that time, childhood was still there, and you and I could stay at home before we were old.
For some years, we have forgotten each other. But I have been quietly waiting for you to come back. Behind the house, pink peach is the moonlight I planted, just to illuminate the old pavilions when you left.
In front of the door, girl Luo was glazed by me. However, in order to sort out the old things between the eyebrows, memories are like dead bones, and there are few Zen thoughts in the dust of the floating world. I would like to use paper as a medium to only outline the lovesickness I caught a glimpse of at first sight.
If the oath is like an expired letter, it can't calm the loneliness in the splendid pavilion, I would like to close the door, only in the world of mortals without you!
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In early autumn, the vegetation began to lower its eyebrows. Even moonlight coughs up frost,
Shh, honey. Don't talk, now. I want to look for traces and moss of your past years, just like leaves looking for butterflies.
You must wait for me under the mossy eaves, pick up every inch of my thoughts for me, bake the old flowers to the red clay agarwood, and everything will sleep soundly You come, I'll be there, and I'll * * * you again, with a touch of spring!
I don't know how long ago I was moved by a memory. Is my heart getting harder and harder, or does the story lose its original appearance during tea time?
Walk, or stop, in a hurry, afraid to ask you the words on your blue shirt, scattered around the world and who is waiting.
I dare not ask who the star in your eyes fell into the closed door.
I think I'm tired. A burnt-out spring, the peach-colored words you wrote, the burnt-out autumn, the secret you buried in the falling red, I am a silent fallen leaf, willing to sleep with the yellowing story in the dust!
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I think I'm empty. Like a drop of ink, I fell asleep in the silent night. I dare not speak, or even write down my lovesickness. Just because I was afraid, I woke up and stayed together in this dream.
You should be here. In the emptiness and calling of distant mountains, or in the sinking tranquility and swamp, I can never reach your world.
In the red dust of this life, you are destined to be a blue boat, I am not a ferry, you are a peach blossom, and I am not a spring breeze. We never see each other. Those persistence and obsession, like a flame, can only burn themselves mercilessly and cannot swim past others.
Life is always like this, half happy and half melancholy. Perhaps, at some point, everything is bleak. Maybe, at some point, everything will get warmer.
But in any case, migratory birds will still migrate, rouge will still be in Leng Xiang, and gathering and parting will still be as usual, so live quietly! The world of mortals is troubled. I am at home in the world of mortals, reciting poems, enjoying flowers and tea. In Mo Wen, spring comes late, time is empty, and purple is lonely.
I am safely in the purple desert, and my feet are as long as time. I invite the moon to read this sentence, Mo Wen, it rains at night, which is a waste of time to think.
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Many years later, I was just a passer-by, passing by your story and your boudoir, without taking away a piece of happiness.
But this casual gathering was stained with ink, and those plain poems were all small fireworks in the years.
That's enough, light the lamp of memory and brand a quiet Mei Duo. For mutual affection in the world, it really doesn't need long-term continuation. As long as you are indifferent, you can enjoy yourself. It is enough to warm the scenery with a few wisps of fickle feelings and dry it in this half mirror of red dust.
Sometimes I just want to be alone. In some embarrassing times, I am old and thin, without any burden and responsibility, but with a simple heart, I am scavenging in the palm prints of my life.
Lu Yu spent a few flowers, but just as a flower-admiring idle person, she didn't participate in the happiness of wheatgrass, and didn't crave the faint tea fragrance. Lu Yu was lonely, but she stayed away from the clouds of the world of mortals, only picked up a quiet, wrapped the words on earth, and continued the beautiful and simple eyebrows.
One day, when the Zen words of strangers are scattered, close the old courtyard, hold the old hand again, sew up the fleeting youth with fine stitches, and lead the quiet and clean peace to the heart.
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Will live a quiet and simple life, with the afterheat of fireworks, half tired, half happy, in case of happiness, low eyebrows. In the face of severe criticism, keep silent.
In a blink of an eye, some feelings, such as withered flowers, have been embedded in old poems, just like memories, just like strange waiting, and have also fallen in silhouette after vicissitudes of life.
Going or coming, walking or stopping, has nothing to do with amorous feelings, so just relax, paint the bones of the sun and the moon white, and feed your cool thin in silence.
The mountains and rivers are getting old, and the world of mortals is stained with frost. I can still be satisfied with a bowl of porridge and a cup of tea, and I can master the tranquility of the wind and rain. When I look back and feel lonely, I still hold a simple heart, smile with time and enjoy tea together.
Many encounters really need time. Whether it is a surprise of love at first sight or a short encounter, it will always be extracted by years, leaving a beautiful and pure.
In fact, no matter how glamorous and depressing, there is no need to make public. The best companionship is that you are there quietly when I don't need it, and you are there when I need it.
All promises are only given to those who are uncertain. Because I am not confident, I convince myself with words. As we all know, things change, and no one can stand the time. Why don't you relax? In the years when you can, quietly accompany a person.
Don't say that the world is cold, don't say that the years are stable. Just, accompany you lightly, park a calm, leave a concern. That's enough.