Outside the small window, a wisp of plum fragrance travels through time, and the moonlight is intended to spy on the soul. The scenery is quiet, as if listening quietly. A "Moonlight City" rotates gently and gracefully in the air. The rhythm of moonlight, slowly and clearly blew open the heart. A beautiful time, silently into a picture scroll, moonlight fell on a white tea, countless hours of graceful time.
Don't forget the old friend in front, go with the flow, and come by wind on a sunny snowy day. Make a cup of hot tea to express my gratitude and propose a toast to the interesting people. Most of the world is doomed, just passing by in a hurry. A certain encounter in life begins in a way that we like each other. How can we know that it is not a lifelong friendship? ! The fleeting time, because the inner joy, eyes and feelings are generally long, maybe, suddenly life is gone.
The misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River and the docks in Qiao Feng are still waiting for a thousand years. Warm and boneless Chinese New Year, suitable for meeting. The mountain may leave, a passing town, walking through the alleys paved with bluestone with the affection of the old year; With an indelible impression, I recognized my past self at a glance.
You said that I suddenly fell in love with you, and I met you too late. I also suddenly became a real relative, if I met an old acquaintance. In this world, I don't know how many predestinations can stand time and consideration. And the best meeting, like reunion after a long separation, like fireworks blooming in an instant, just broke into the fundus at the moment I looked up. From then on, it was a wonderful memory that I will never forget.
A few years have passed. The mountains and rivers are clear and clean, and some people who have gone far have not turned back. And you still waded through the ancient scenery and arrived without an appointment. In and out of the fireworks of life, we all have fateful lives, and some short encounters are far better than thousands of thin clouds. No matter how unpredictable the wind and rain on the dusty road are, there are always some warm people and intimate old friends who make themselves forget the hurry and cold of time sequence.
Time is getting thinner, the season is getting cooler, the smoke of the past is sinking, and a heart is gradually disappearing outside the world of mortals. Under the eaves of this world, the rain is ticking into songs. In a book, I wash my heart with a flower and live in peace with the earthly scenery. How can you care about those years when grass is deep and spring is warm? In a good time on earth, the moon has beauty, the heart has red lotus, a furnace of cigarettes and a pot of tea, and the intimate person respects and kisses. An inch of love and an inch of heart, if you are really forgetful when you are old, don't forget the warmth of this moment.
Xiao Yuexuan window, dream castle, a delicate time, an old friend at the side, a low eyebrow, a moment, old times, old incense. Prosperity and silence, floating dust and old dreams have no trace, half a cup knows each other, and the joy that can't be hidden in the brow depicts the love and gentleness in the heart. The moonlight is as bright as snow, and I look at it affectionately. I can't help but sigh happily: thank you for not missing this beautiful scene!
In the scenery of time and * * *, the mood is windward, quiet and far-reaching, but also unfair and indifferent; How many unforgettable stories are as pure as moonlight. Rain or shine, there is a bright moon in my heart, and all kinds of changes in the world will be remembered with gratitude. In the smell of fireworks, I just want to live a little better. Under the countless streamers and broken shadows, the time with friends is particularly pleasing to the eye, warm and affectionate.
On a clear moonlit night, I'm looking forward to a snow in the south of the Yangtze River, in which there are thousands of beautiful things in Qian Qian. My thoughts bypassed Chai Men and Gu Xiang, and I didn't think about the past prosperity. I asked Yi Xue: Is it okay? Life will last forever! Make tea, cook snow, get to know each other in a pot, wait for an old friend to come, let the hubbub drown Xue Hai, and enjoy loneliness and snow alone. Life with a thinking heart is nothing but simple and beautiful!
Things that are too flashy and beautiful are easy to degenerate, and they prefer frivolous existence, including friendship and love. Like, slow down the taste of a pot of old white tea. The dust of the past, if an autumn rain wet the tea smoke, the tea is weak, but the tea fragrance is precipitated in the bottom of my heart. Qing has a taste, loves lonely clouds and likes people, some are old and some are cold. When the moonlight falls, you meet an old friend, taste the wind and frost fragrance of tea, chew the bitter leaves of ancient tea trees, and the old things bloom, and the tea is generally green and yellow in spring and autumn. Two people who appreciate each other, in the clear brown, saw an intimate blind date in the depths of their souls.
I have always believed that there is a kind of affection, a kind and beautiful, and it will never hurt. Disturbing the world, clinging to the Jing' an landscape in my heart, all beings bloom like lotus flowers under my eyes, bamboo wind sends cool, and everything is leisurely. A pot of old white tea, dizzy eyebrows, clear worries, slow release. Continue a tea party and listen to your stories about rainbows for decades. Suddenly I want to waste time with you. For life, it is neither painful nor itchy.