Walking silently on a road, there is a road to accompany, because moved, more laughter, less loneliness, because of true feelings, with desire, less anxiety. Looking at the distant care, whose heart is permanently moved?
For a long time, I was intoxicated with that poem. I don't know how long, when, a person quietly entered the line of sight. Looking for and capturing the soul of poetry, suddenly a calm heart was raised.
I seemed to hear the man's heart beating, so I listened carefully. A wave of pride rushed into the night, and an emotion came to my mind, and my eyes couldn't help wetting. But the man seems to be within reach. Although he can't see his face, he can feel that it must be a happy, sweet and smiling face.
There are roads, unlimited sunshine, roads, peace of mind, roads, endless happiness and roads. ...
Like quiet, like a person to savor a paragraph of text. I seem to have walked into a path in full of green, but a small bridge with flowing water and picturesque natural landscapes will jump into your eyes. Therefore, I am full of yearning, longing and expectation for mysterious antiques.
Sitting next to Yang Liuan, she was crying and feeling sorry for each other. Looking around, Dai Shan has a faint smell of smoke, the same color as heaven and earth, and connected with clear water. Can be said to be landscape * * * color, lush, shadowy, heaven and earth.
Sometimes, peace of mind is like water, and I am at ease. Sometimes, a hundred schools of thought contend and wars are raging. Sometimes, I live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, in the south of Confucianism and Mohism. Like a beautiful woman and a soldier.
Enthusiasm, euphemism, elegance ... how much romance, how much laughter, how much Penglai past, intended to contain the soul. Tears of laughter, crystal-clear refraction, and three bitter loves as deep as peach blossoms are on this road.
Moonlight shines on the earth through thin white clouds. Just like a newly married woman in a white gauze skirt, she smiled shyly and reflected that hazy and happy face. Scarlet, silver, gurgling like water. That flowing purity, that person leans against each other in the moonlight, sings, praises the beautiful and magnificent mountains and rivers, sings the meaning of true feelings in his heart, or laments the ups and downs of the world?
Keep you, in the mountains and rivers, in the music of poetry, in the pure heart of moonlight daughter, at this moment, in the vast space and time, that year, Na Yue, that person was fixed in the negative film of the soul and never faded.
At this moment, there are you and me. At this moment, we are together, that sentence, that line, that text, the spark of collision, heart and heart blend together. Singing a song without words, flying over Qian Shan, shuttling through the universe of time, without space and distance, we became the theme.
That year in Na Yue, that person, that moment of eternity, gradually drifted away, but the road became wider and wider, and the roadside green set off brilliant flowers and smiled at the sunrise. And that person, still intoxicated with the laughter among the flowers, is full of lofty sentiments in the book, reciting poems, praising the beauty of mountains and rivers and shaking Kunlun Mountain.
"The ancients did not see this month, and this month they took photos of the ancients." Looking at the bright moon in the sky, a handful of moonlight, a clear spring rushing, the end of the world is broken, and a thousand years have passed. Close your eyes and listen. That year, Na Yue, the man, tinkled the sound of time on that road again.