Sometimes I wonder, what will be the end of the world? Blue sky and white clouds, small bridges and flowing water; Or Qintai Ancient Temple, surrounded by Castle Peak and Hu Axiang.
Or, nothing, just a dream and miss covered by moonlight, just floating and floating, floating to the south of the Yangtze River in the dream.
I have always felt that the best fate is appropriate in my heart. Needless to say, when I know it, it is as warm as the spring breeze.
We can smile in the sun, or we can rely on it in sadness. All desolation will turn into clouds, and then we can enjoy fragrance, tranquility, safety, beauty and clarity in the green mountains and green waters of life with the breeze.
Although the years are in a hurry, the time in my heart is still a gentle lotus.
This life is doomed that I can't be the elegant woman who came out of the dust, and I don't want to cultivate a simple heart.
If not, be yourself, write about the years of flowers and plants, miss an old friend in the rainy season, leave a drop of ink, or sink a ray of incense, all of which are my mountains and rivers.
If life is dull, it is better to say that we are more eager for that clean and refreshing day.
The breeze and the bright moon, the stars and rivers, you and I are all fresh notes, dancing only in our own chapters.
Along the way, I always want to leave the beauty of the season, and I always want to freeze my memory between you and me. When I miss the emptiness and loneliness across the world, those shallow words are the fragrance in the dust-free scene, and my eyebrows are always low and quiet.
In fact, there will inevitably be gains and losses and regrets on the road of life. And with a tolerant heart, live a little happier, be content and be kind.
We can accept all the imperfections in the world; Be able to maintain unshakable affection in impermanence; You can feel a passion in simplicity.
Then, the years gave me a good ending, fearless and foggy.
A lot of words piled up in the wind. When flowers dyed clothes and red dots painted green, I held up deep memories and calmed all my struggles.
Perhaps, there is helplessness and hardship in this process, but whoever is not strong while walking, as long as he knows how to take care of himself, even if the road is long, is happy.
Always a woman. If you are happy, a drop of ink can read thousands of kinds of happiness. If you are sad, a song can be heard in all kinds of melancholy. Fireworks are unusual. We expect only one person to know. If time is not old, can we still be together?
If we say that the words written by us are souls wandering in ink. Then, I want it to live in the fragrance of flowers in every season, stare at you and bloom.
I like an inch distance when I am not full; I like to hide in the depths of words and dreams and watch the hand of time turn into eternity in an instant.
Life is so short, we should cherish it, because time will only remember your beauty.