Eating alone, running alone, staring blankly, sleeping alone, watching movies alone, and watching the scenery with a backpack alone. After you left, my little bridge flowed, so I don't have to worry about how to put your big tree.
Go to the ancient town on weekends, sit in the pavilion in a daze, watch the small bridge flowing water, watch the white wall and the home, watch the tourists coming and going, watch the lively snack bar and watch a lonely spring. A light rain, sprinkled gently and delicately, made the bluestone shine as if it had just been polished. Looking back, the small house shrouded in misty rain is simple and silent, as if it were a fresh and hazy dream last night.
I have been to Jiangnan many times and have been to ancient towns in many places. I just like sitting in one place and spending a lot of time in a daze.
Listen to Zen sounds. Buddha said: the five aggregates are empty.
Since vanity, you should believe in predestination, not importune or persistent. Too persistent, and hurt yourself.
On the way to work, I met a rape field, which made people speechless. Without thinking, I turned into a path to see the flowers.
Walking in the evening, I met someone walking the dog. Samoyed blocked my way, looking at me with a clean and playful head and sparkling eyes. The host looked at me. I smiled and reached out to touch the dog's head. He also handed me a small paw.
Read books and learn to arrange flowers. I want to weave my life into colorful jumping poems, make flowers with aura into varied images, and explore the meaning of life between green leaves and flowers
Running along the river in the morning, you will always see the boat coming from the opposite direction. A boat, one or two people, rocking two pieces of wood pulp, crossed the water and air and rowed slowly. Then, disappear at the end of the field of vision.
I even look forward to living on a boat, gliding freely on the water, meeting water plants, weeping willows, wild flowers and weeds, meeting houses and meeting people. They have nothing to do with me. I just set out to bask in the sun.
A person, although lonely, lives a windless and rainless life in this strange big city.
In my spare afternoon, I will shoot those blooming wild flowers, newly opened magnolia trees, withered peach blossoms, blooming cherry blossoms and many unknown woody plants. This spring, I prepared a laundry list of grass-scented sentences, but I don't know which one to take out for you.
I like the sunshine in spring! There are the sweetness of flowers, the fragrance of grass, the freshness and warmth of the stream without losing the sense of proportion.
So, walk along the river, on a two-kilometer runway, and let the sunshine pass through your hair, through your body and reach the inner bridge.
Or sit on a bench, close your eyes and bask in the sun lazily. The river flows in your ear, the fish play, and the notes of the sun jump and spin on your skin.
There are two withered crooked-necked trees by the river, which are inhabited by many gray pigeons. At first, I thought it was a dead leaf, and I kept turning around, but once I ran over and suddenly there was a ball, but I was shocked.
There are always some people who are different. In the bustling Shanghai around, in some small corners, exquisite wooden houses are quietly set up. The riverside, backed by the blue sky, a few trees in front of the door and a few flowers and plants behind the house also have a different kind of tranquility.
I thought about crossing the river to see it, but I thought it was not good to disturb it, so I stopped and left.
A person, after work, eats and sleeps, runs in a daze, reads books, poems and listens to music. Although he is lonely, he will not lead a miserable life.
A person's small bridge with flowing water, three acres of heart, raise a few sunflowers, plant a cordate telosma, the spring breeze blows past, and the summer night is fragrant.
Take off the worldly coat, maybe you should walk slowly, waiting for the sunshine, waiting for the time and the river.
After all, I walked so fast that many things passed before I could look at them carefully.
By the way, what's your little bridge like?