Flowers bloom like ink, reading you is like poetry
I like to gaze at the corner of the season, half window flower shadow, a ray of setting sun, cut off a fleeting time, a small longing, Accompanying the light-colored time, a tree of dreams blooms.
The lightness of time is like a graceful Jiangnan woman, walking on the bluestone road, carrying a touch of flower fragrance. The joy between the brows is soothing and gentle, like the willow painted by the spring breeze; the warmth in the heart is like the quiet lotus, fragrant all season long.
The end of the world is long, and the fragrance of the water and moon is swaying in the wind. When we meet in the world of mortals, the throbbing deep in our hearts, even in the wind and rain, is just like looking up at your flower-blooming smile.
The time of deep love, along with the tolerance of the sun, picks up a smile, wraps around a finger of fragrance, and in a poetic and picturesque mood, the vicissitudes of the past can no longer be found.
In a moment of time, in a quiet corner, holding a book of poetry, listening to the Zen music of clouds and water; in a landscape, with a clear breeze and bright moon, looking at the fragrance of a lotus pond, smiling as time goes by.
In the quiet time, in the deepest world of mortals, a graceful rose blooms on the branches that have passed through the years. The clearness of Zen, gently passing through the softness wrapped around the fingertips, is a quiet refuge for the soul.
A flower blooms in one thought, a fate arises in one day, and love lasts a lifetime. The fleeting time of falling flowers and vicissitudes of life, guarding the nostalgia on the petals, is full of peace of mind. There are many kinds of charms in the world, but no trace of the words in your heart. Even if you are destined to never leave your heart in this life, you still want to look forward to a grand consummation.
Every encounter in the world of mortals is filled with cherishment, perhaps it is a passing moment that is etched in the heart, or perhaps it is a lifelong attachment. Destiny has no sooner or later, meeting is the most beautiful time, being at peace is the best warmth.
When you pass by a place, the familiar feeling makes you suddenly remember the fragrance of the past. Only then do you realize that the past time still warms your heart.
Through the years of mountains and rivers, deep and shallow winds and rains, when I turned around and stopped crying, my heart was as clear as water.
The best comfort is that no matter how fast time goes, you have never gone far; the most beautiful happiness is that there is still a period of peace in the rest of the journey that comes into my heart with you. And I always like to borrow a piece of text to light the fireworks of the three lives, regardless of the origin and the fate, and cut out a round of the moon in the west window to show the compassion of time.
Dreams are like flowers, a longing for each other; autumn is like water, a pillow of coolness. If there really is an afterlife, I would rather miss the three thousand prosperity, live up to the fireworks, and not gaze at the flowers as warm as cotton. I only wish to live in peace in this life, with the flowers blooming like ink, and reading you with a Zen mind like poetry.
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