Without plum blossoms, there will naturally be no storm. There will be no water in the depths of the clouds ... I yearn for peace of mind, pregnant with the seeds of dreams. I believe that in the depths of the clouds, the seeds of dreams will bloom. However, smelling the intoxicating fragrance alone is not a direct manifestation of loneliness? If we are here shoulder to shoulder or hand in hand with you, listening to the crisp sound of petals, watching the flowers bloom shyly and smelling the charm of flowers ... then, this dream in the depths of clouds should be the witness of the beginning of your love. Life is a long road, even if we meet at the turning point of life, it is the warmest encounter for me. I said that I am a romantic woman who loves to dream. There are too many dreams in her bones, but the wind and rain have blossomed, leaving countless empty places. The trick of fate keeps me away from a kind of peace of life. It seems that one can't achieve spiritual conversion. So, would you like to come into my world, not only because language is full of love, but also because there is a quiet place with me in the troubled world?
In fact, where to find the depths of this cloud? Can I see it when I look up? No, the world may have a deep externalization of clouds and smoke, like a quiet corner: a few huts in an acre of land, a quiet bamboo forest, only you and me between heaven and earth, breathing and heartbeat are quiet foil, and two people work or rest in the twilight. Throw away the fetters of the world of mortals and yearn for the quietness, purity and intoxication in this "deep cloud". Really put aside everything in the world and stand here with me. Mountain breeze or sobbing or laughing, running water or whispering or full of joy, these will be portrayed in your heart and mine as traces of love in this life. I know this is my own dream, a lonely dream, only seeds can't germinate, and the lingering monologue is appropriate without emotional support. You said that sometimes you are helpless. You said that sometimes you want to give up everything, but the words are not finished. You are still running around your footsteps and your heart in the world of mortals. ...
So I looked up. At the end of the sky, there is a faint mist, and several dark clouds are floating quietly. This autumn has become the autumn in my heart ... and in my heart, the door of the long-awaited "deep clouds" has been closed a little bit. I heard the sound of "crash". It turned out to be a heavy heartache. And you, you know?
That day, I had a dream. I tried to run forward on a road, with long hair waist-high and a plain skirt fluttering in the wind. Without shoes, my running feet are aching in my dreams, so fresh ... I am like an elf, walking blindly, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant on the road. There seems to be no end ahead, and the hard sweat will nourish the flowers on the roadside more brilliantly. Finally, not far ahead, I broke through the clouds and a door slowly opened. The world with a hole in the sky made me exclaim again and again: the eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass; Chai Fei didn't lock the door, and the fence was woven into a beautiful barrier; An old well is learning the story of a thousand years, and the millstone is silent about the ancient vicissitudes ... A vague figure is coming to me with open arms, it's you, it's you! I run to you with ecstasy. When I was about to throw myself into your arms and enjoy the love I wanted, I was awakened by the cries of street vendors in the morning. ...
It turns out that secular people are interrupting one after another, and an ordinary day will go through a cycle. I know you will have no choice but to face the format of your life in a foreign land. What can't be deleted is the responsibility on your shoulders.
On the other day, I played a song "Three Lane of Plum Blossoms", and I knew that "one lane breaks people's intestines" and "the other lane takes a lot of effort", but when a storm broke out in the third lane, I saw "the water is boundless in the depths of clouds and smoke" ... I don't like "following the flow", but it is much better than thinking independently under the sky.
And I look forward to working with you to enrich Yun Shenchu's unfinished dream. I want to write Chai Fei, I want to hang a wind chime on the roof, and I want to scoop a basin of water from an old well to wash away your vicissitudes. Then, sitting in the yard, looking at the clouds on the horizon ... not endless, but there are two lights interwoven here, illuminating a corner of the sky. ...
Would you like to? Let the seeds of dreams finally bloom?
I don't know your answer, maybe your heart is boundless, but mine is certain!
This world born and raised in Sri Lanka naturally lingers in Sri Lanka. And love, how many people can get carried away In your life, there will at least one time that you forget yourself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership, or even no love. Just ask for meeting you in my most beautiful years ... If so, that is the birth of true love and the nirvana of true feelings.
On that day, I want to close a skylight in my life. I always feel that I shouldn't look up at an empty place. My mind is working, and my actions make me want to find that simple way of life and place, which is deep in the clouds. Where is it? In the simple life outside the busy life, in the quiet place of complex mind.
My desire, you know.
I believe: the seeds of dreams will always blossom. Only you, come to me firmly. ...