remember, in late spring, collect morning dew, catch the misty rain trip, and waste the night. My heart is in the branches, I have heard of flowers, and I am close in the distance, and I can't bear the silence. What you can see is not very close, what you can't see is not far away, but you don't have to see it on your mind. Looking at each other from a distance, a wisp of incense floats across 3, miles, wasting the night when the epiphyllum blooms ...
A journey of misty rain, missing the past, a journey of landscape, embellishing the mileage of life, a journey of time, adding fragrance to the red tea in the flower language. The intoxication of women in the world is the cuteness that men spoil, such as the red tea in the flowers and plants when the spring breeze unties the flowers. Epiphyllum in the world of mortals of three thousand miles romantic, misty rain wet the eyes of low eyebrows, a finger gap setting sun light, into the happiness of the night, an epiphyllum elegant unexpectedly released, happy to wake up the eyebrows.
When the epiphyllum blooms in the night, if you separate the prosperity from the noise in the dust, open your heart and listen to a group of notes, and return to the original innocence and beauty in the interpretation of the soft melody, the faint fragrance in the night, such as the burning of lonely fireworks, the soft opening of the warm heart, the delicate fragrance that you know all your life, the misty smoke that has passed in a trance, and the soul is day and night.
In the meditation of worshipping day and night, during the day of the years, even if you can't wait for the epiphyllum to bloom, the gesture of climbing up to your heart is still enchanting and dazzling. In the evening, when the epiphyllum blooms, when you look around, one after another big and beautiful flowers tremble in the wind, gorgeous but not vulgar, and a faint fragrance wafts in the wind, and you have an epiphany of penetrating elegance in your heart. The beautiful picture of demure, "All the wind and smoke are clean, the color of Tianshan Mountain is * * *" is precious, and "The harp is in the imperial palace, so it is quiet and good" is short-lived, just like a flash in the pan. You come and waste the night time, just waiting for the bright epiphyllum in your heart.
The arrival of beauty under the moon is beautiful and weak, with funnel-shaped and white flowers blooming in four seasons, and the fragrance is faint and long. Deep in the quiet fragrance, the wind can't taste the epiphyllum, and the fragrance of epiphyllum is lost in the unknown distance before the rain and mist disperse. Chasing the wind with a wisp of incense can't keep the elegant taste at present, the wind can match the calm of misty rain, the scenery that can't reach the shore, the misty rain that squanders the night, and the acacia in the epiphyllum fragrance can't be driven away. Is it hazy, beautiful or far away? ...
Morning bells and drums, looking forward to a flash in the pan, bright heat leaves the deepest mark on the brow. The fertile soil of the soul is determined to wait for a rain to bring the beauty of the distant mountains, express its feelings for a stream and sing for a moon. Find a natural hometown, plant a bed of joy, pick a bed of hope, taste a wisp of fragrance, and let a deep feeling grow according to the warm background until it grows into the strongest fragrance in the world of mortals.
with the morning dew, I pick a petal to give to you, temporarily shielding the noise, and only listening attentively. The flowers and birds are singing, and the buds are clear, and the instant time becomes beautiful, and the fragrance is full of happiness. Everything in the world is a Zen bathed in compassion. Whether it is meditation among flowers or bodhi among leaves, the deep tiredness can always inhabit in an instant.
the scenery of the distant mountains can be seen without heavy colors; The shadow near the water, as long as the clouds are light and the wind is light, is enough to enter the heart. It is you who planted your thoughts when the epiphyllum bloomed. In the white appearance, you worried about the moonlight and disappeared from you, making the thin shadow of the night long and difficult to squander. Walking on a strange time, enjoying a flower, remembering a long love, what is left behind in the wind is the sadness like a fallen flower.
store the tears of acacia in the misty rain of a season; Put a bright smile on the heart when the epiphyllum blooms. The whisper of the wind, the agarwood of the years, the fragrance of three thousand miles in your distance, the time flowing quietly at your fingertips, and those quiet lines are combed into soft poems. If you have loved, you will never forget. I will keep the appearance of epiphyllum blooming for you. If you remember in the afterlife, can you find your hometown waiting for you by following the ink fragrance?
I write poems for you, letting the ink flow, and the ink fragrance after ink fragrance is only to commemorate those wonderful times that I once loved deeply. If you are there all the time, the years will not be thin and the time will not be thin, and you will be at ease in the noise and place your deep joy in your heart, just like the moment when the epiphyllum blooms silently. Even if, ten years later, I don't see or hear it again, a drop of fragrant dipped in it has never gone far away and has been hanging on the branch.
the quiet fragrance of flowers, which one floats to the end of time, keeps watch, which one doesn't last forever, is beautiful in an instant, is eternal in an instant, and loves that beautiful flower without regrets. Years will grow old, flowers will naturally fall, and the splendor in time will eventually disappear. I only want to pick up the petals that contain fragrance in the misty rain and put them into the river of years, let it drift away, leave fragrance and remember in endless fragrance. ......