You see, the clouds are blown away by the wind, the sky is so blue, and the bits and pieces of the past are also stained with faint sadness. You are always so close and so far away from me. Crossing the sea of clouds and indigo naturalis, I tried my best to gently hold up an autumn leaf that was only dyed yellow by autumn wind.
Handwritten words are warm in the warm autumn sun. Who draws a perfect full stop for turning around with commitment? Meeting is so beautiful and has been waiting for a long time. I use the time of a poem to gently describe your initial appearance. Light ink and light painting room, full of flowers.
Listen attentively, whose hoof beats the scattered memories beside the ancient road. Fold a flower, plant it at the first ferry, and wait quietly for the next autumn meeting. Listening to the wind and soaking in the snow with you is my picture of waiting for the ferry to break the willow all my life. I just want you to stay. I'm not frowning. I have lived like this all my life, and I am not tired of looking at each other.
And I always believe that every passing scenery is deeply concerned and worth waiting for. We don't have to trace the past, but we can also feel mutual understanding. In the silent glass time, I am still me, and you are still you. We look at the world of mortals like mud and see a fate, how to make the safest arrangement for a dust fate. Watching people weave and pass by, I want to ask, what is fate and why are so many people looking for it? If I gently twist bodhi in sandalwood before sitting in the Buddha's seat, will I have a happy stay?
Perhaps, all karma in this life is obtained from previous life practice. So, whether you brush your shoulders or meet again; No matter what you like or hurt, you should learn to be kind to everyone who is alive with compassion. An understanding word will make every moment full of sunshine. In the fragrance of roses, I wrote poems and paintings, in which birds fly in the phoenix. A word of forgiveness will make all the original intentions of love stop the sadness of tears. I know, there will always be a person, for me, who has made the longest case in my life, Qi Mei.
Never said forever, but I firmly believe that it is fate to meet in the vast sea of people. Those words written in the depths of the vegetation, the fragrance of clothes and the shadow of temples, the breeze around the shoulders. Thoughts are like butterflies on my shoulders, flying in my water and your health. If possible, please allow me to gently twist the bodhi, sit quietly and wait for you in the faint sandalwood for a lifetime.
October is good, autumn is in my heart, and words are in the clouds. Like, so two of a kind, and cherish. We splash ink, gamble on tea, write poems and draw fleeting strangers. We are holding hands gently, listening to the wind and the sound of rain crossing the dusk. We are not surprised or disturbed, and our hearts are very relaxed. Suddenly I want to be drunk with you for another autumn, let the youth grow old, don't ask what day it is, we are just in each other's eyes. Smile and hide you in my shallow lines. Then, pick a wisp of lotus fragrance to nourish the soul, with good intentions, deep affection and tenderness, light ink and light painting, light gathering and slow twisting, but it has fallen deeply into the heart.
Outside the window, the autumn wind started again, and the eyes in the distance burst into tears. Sunshine, still warm, some conversations, gone. Delicate artistic conception and fluent writing. Delayed drifting, let wait, thin into a bend and a half Xuan Yue, with a cool light. Distance and waiting have become the budding flowers in my poems. When you think of it, read it at hand; When you put it down, you read it at the end of the world. I hold the skirt of autumn wind, write autumn in my heart, banish words to the clouds, leaving only lotus-like grace, peace and tranquility.
The bustling place, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, will eventually return to the fleeting silence; No matter how deep the feelings are, they will eventually turn into a wisp of ink at the fingertips. This reunion trip through the clouds and clouds, without agreement or intention, has already embedded each other in the depths of life and grown into a blush. Every touch will always feel the same with each other's joys and sorrows. You are, so real; I'm here, so warm and the dust is credible.
On the street, the woven crowd is still bustling, and there are many times of reunion and friction. The autumn colors of strangers are getting deeper and deeper, the sky is getting higher and higher, the white clouds are getting whiter and whiter, and suddenly there is an artistic conception of light wind and light clouds. Fortunately, I met you in ink and wash in this poetic season. Facing the second time, there is a kind of desolation that can't be cleaned up, and there is a kind of indifferent calm. Dip in autumn water, drop a drop of ink, and write the discrete fate as life and death. I hope we can be like that, across the horizon, across the cape, facing each other day and night, warming each other.
Love comes from understanding; Love stops at cherishing. When the wind chimes of the years, the autumn wind gently brushed, shake. That white cloud became the autumn word that fell on my heart. Keep your eyebrows down, receive a faint lotus fragrance and sprinkle a little warmth of the sun. Even if the time is bleak, you are fearless and heartless. There are thoughts in the poems written at will, and the words are gentle. A picture that has passed, holding attached eyes, I am in the dust, the words are in the clouds, and you are in the clouds.
Is the beacon smoke blocking the way forward, or is the colorful autumn color blurring your eyes? Sincere call, with the last cicada singing, gradually drifted away. If one day, we get separated inadvertently in the vast sea of people and can't find each other, please remember to live in peace in the vast sea of people and arrange yourself properly in the faint innocence. No longer insist on fruitless fate, nor do you have to retain that sigh, let alone change your original intention for an irrelevant person. Come or not, miss or not, I am here, as quiet as lotus and as warm as jade.
From blooming to withering, from the lack of the moon to the full moon, we have no farthest distance, and our hearts are happy with the warmth of the sun. I have long been used to holding a ray of sunshine every day, waking up in my sleep with the earth, listening to the sound of flowers blooming in every corner and quietly counting the beauty of every fallen leaf. Shuttling through the time with you and me, I often forget that I am in the world of mortals. Keep the promise you left that day and hide it deeply in your heart. No matter how many years later, whether you are here or not, I will keep a pool of lotus fragrance here and wait quietly, even if I pass by again.
Bodhi has no trees, where does it cause dust? If one day, love forgets the past, and the past can come back, the world will live up to lovesickness. Please let me go against time and shake the blue boat of fate to find you. At that time, my fluttering clothes, can I dance a farewell song for you, not to mention the sadness of Liang Zhu, not to mention the difficulty of getting together, just pick a white cloud and gently take it to your heart?
My faint ink, can I write for you again, love forever, be happy with you, and share joys and sorrows with you! In this life, I am a lotus flower before the Buddha, pure in heart and elegant, sitting on the futon of lingering sandalwood, waiting for you to cross me with subtle understanding. Standing in the eyebrow eye of early autumn, splashing ink on a dust-free happiness, distant and cordial thoughts are your elegant churning. The book is simple and elegant, and the blue and white glass intoxicates me. I'll wait for you at the dock. Facing the autumn water and the sky, I will give you a lifetime of gentleness and give you a promise of sunny and safe life.