Time can be fragrant. I always feel that there is a poem hidden in the autumn, which is beautiful and elegant, full of rhythm and fragrance.
A wisp of reverie, gently winding, soft and continuous melody, gentle and soft. In the light of time, the book is safe, and the clouds are breathing long and soft attachment. Calm thoughts are light and beautiful. Beautiful romance, warm and gentle. Such feelings, into the heart into the pulse, drunk people, drunk heart, beautiful dreams!
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, it is a good time on earth". There are so many kinds of goodness in the world, and there is not much obsession with silence, which makes me like it. For this life, I chose the years to be innocent. What time has given me is that I deeply understand.
at the corner of the season, find a quiet place, stop your heart, point to the time, and be silent; The sunshine in my heart is with love. Surplus a free and easy, look at the world changes in temperature, will be light affection, engraved on the lines of poetry, eyebrows in the heart, is the most natural Qian Fan.
I always deliberately hope that time can slow down, and my days can be cut and simplified. If possible, I can live in an empty valley of the world of mortals, grow flowers, hedge and chrysanthemum. Reading the simple and elegant sentences, watching the ink color wander on the plain paper, planting a hedge to trim bamboo, relaxing in the shade, watching the tide and listening to the wind, turning the book in your hand as if it were nothing, smelling the fragrance of flowers, savoring the quietness of flowers, and smelling the fragrance of fallen flowers in the leisure of plants and trees, you will have this cool beauty.
reading the sentence in the Book of Songs, "The white dew is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side", naturally, a beautiful, gentle and shy woman appears in front of me, walking in the hazy mist in the morning, with a cool breath, suddenly far away and suddenly near.
I always feel that this kind of sentence is clear and gives people beauty, which makes people have clear water to cleanse their hearts. Keep a side of dew, and keep a clear soul in the dew, so that you won't feel impetuous at any time. Life is so short and small, I wish to be clean and free from impurities. Whenever I look back, I can meet a clear and crystal self, as spotless as a lotus.
The passing scenery will always be remembered in life. If life is just like the first time, and you know how to cherish the fate, will there be less sadness because you missed it? Longing for years is a poem, and the rhyme of the poem is an ivy vine that nourishes life in every quiet evening, which is made up of raindrops under the eaves. Not everyone is predestined friends with you, we just need to remember the warmth passing by.
I met many people and saw many things, and gradually realized how insignificant my sadness was. It was unintentional, but it was also worrying. In fact, the years have never wronged us, but sometimes, we draw the land ourselves as a prison and imprison the pace of moving on with our hearts.
Mu Xin said that time and tide wait for no man, and I have never spared time. When we were young, we enjoyed the time to our heart's content, which was pure and beautiful, like the flowers on blue and white porcelain, meaningful and profound. If you don't want to entangle, you can see all the noise and impetuousness clearly and clearly, write indifference on your face, and keep happiness in your heart and brow. In this way, the simple years will be full of flowers and poetry.
There should also be poetry between the lines, with a smooth charm, not wanting to be gorgeous, but we must understand that there are romantic feelings, free and easy elegance, silver bowls filled with snow and flowers that are not surprised. A book of life, I hope it is rich in plot and full of words, just like a painted landscape. Although freehand brushwork is abundant, it is simple, seeing mountains is mountains and water is water.
A wisp of breeze blows, and the notes fall to the warm heart, becoming a little bit of rhyme on the plain paper. Looking at the beautiful scenery from a distance, I smile, as if all the comforts in the world are stuck in this faint season, so light, so quiet and so charming.
When I am free, I stand in front of the window and watch the clouds float lightly and go away shallowly, just like my thoughts, floating in the thick autumn rhyme. The sad season is doomed to make me feel sad.
There are some agreements that need no words, just because we have been waiting for each other not far away. Put a person in your heart and write beauty in a word. You are not afraid of confusing rhyme, and you don't need to care about style. You just read it occasionally and your heart is happy.
Sometimes, life really doesn't need too much, just three or two branches for enjoyment. The most beautiful thing in life is not to be as beautiful as summer flowers, but to gain an understanding in the fleeting time, pick up the fragrance of time, and make yourself freehand in painting into a light landscape, and walk forward with sunshine and rain. I believe that walking will make you drunk.
I always believe that every kind of goodness in this world comes only for those who understand it. How big a person's world is, depends on how many people understand him. Some people live lonely in prosperity, and some people will flourish in silence, because they understand everything.
On the world of mortals, there are always secular baptisms and fireworks, leaving a clean corner outside the heart to hold the scenery encountered along the way. After years, it will be graceful and graceful to become a poem or a painting, and all the encounters and retrospections will become songs in the years.
When I write a pen, I write a note of attachment. In that deep and shallow ink, there is always a feeling of love. According to a touch of fragrance that I know, I am not old, and the years have given me my initial heart. So, it is appropriate to be quiet and good.
In everyone's heart, there is a paradise, where we can have a rest. In our spare time, we can listen to a graceful music, let the notes overflow the vicissitudes of the soul, wade through the soul, and meander through life. Or immersed in the favorite words, at this time, all the trivial things have nothing to do with me, only the moon shines in the pine forest, the wind crosses the green hills, and the clouds and water are also clear, sparse and cool.
I always believe that people with beautiful scenery in their hearts will be able to read the four seasons like poetry in the leisure time of vegetation. Picking spring flowers to make tea, listening to Xia Feng's shallow songs, watching autumn as picturesque, and enjoying winter snow and cold plums, the most beautiful thing is the moment when the eyes meet the flowers in the sun.
It's also a kind of happiness to keep the initial ignorance with the purest state of mind, open up poetry for you, grow into lush, and suddenly have people to think about in my heart, just like your sentence, an all-consuming love, you can return slowly.
The years are deep, and there are some feelings that need not be said. I think I have come to meet with time, write a profound meaning, and use a brush with dewdrops, covered with the coolness of time, to sketch the encounter and outline the beautiful pictures in my life.
Repeated days make every day in time dull and hurried, which makes us feel what happiness is for a long time, so we 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, and we can enjoy our joys and sorrows in our own sunshine.
Life always makes you cry and laugh before giving you a treasure and understanding; Life will always tell you the meaning of happiness after you have tasted all the flavors of life. For us ordinary people who don't have too many special experiences, sometimes, if we have more feelings, we will meet happiness by chance.
Over the past years, Qian Shan has gone through thousands of waters, picking up the warm fragrance all the way, holding those sparkles to decorate the coldness of the night, and living up to the beauty flowing in the heart, so that the green vine of time, full of loving colors, is as close to the sun as possible, calmly swaying in the seasons, smiling in the flowers and falling, and learning to be kind and cherish in the years when cold and warm are intertwined.
Warm the faint fragrance of the years, and remember it in peace. Those shallow and faint pasts are the scenery left by the years. A journey through the mountains and rivers, a touch of nostalgia in the book, and a wisp of clear rhyme in my heart, flying in my memory. Spread a plain note, describe the mottled and scattered happiness in detail, and put it in a corner of your heart. Find a quiet place, and let the thoughts turn into a heart flower and flow in the wind.
Sit between the eyebrows of time, open the window of the season, and watch the sunshine spread the warmth little by little, and a tiny halo gently falls, which moistens the softness deep in my heart. Light up the gauze of the years, spread out the picture scroll of memory, pick a piece of cloud and clear wind, and make it clear in your heart, so that happiness or sadness will dissipate in the wind.
Looking back, I shook off the dust, then smiled, and I turned around and covered my heart ...