Entering the autumn of life, there is nothing to let go! Beauty is pine green and maple red, and there is loneliness and sunset in meditation.
Wake up your dreams and support your heart. There is nothing wrong with the beginning, and the ending is neither sad nor happy. Experience is the greatest wealth.
At this moment, standing on the fleeting ferry, smile and nod.
A wry smile, freehand brushwork of summer's mind, and my watery days. There is no fragrance in June, and the fragrance is old.
You just disappeared from my sight, and there was no way to pick up the colorful memory of death.
Use my clear ink to faint Zen language and walk in the thin wind. Full of calm thoughts, awakened dusty memories.
Chun Qing's loneliness, the fragrance of flowers in that season and the warmth of that page are all submerged in the deep melancholy of Provence.
2
Through Pinghu misty rain, through years of mountains and rivers.
The east wind passed by, and the dream was wet. Just,
Write the mottled time into the dull notes of time, fold the love in your heart into poems like water, and turn the days into idle clouds.
A gurgling spring in a mountain stream. I forget things. I'm getting old.
The Buddhist scriptures of the years have been turned over, and I don't understand the true meaning of Sanskrit.
The story ended before it started, and the protagonist had left in a hurry.
Destiny takes a hand, some people will carve regrets and sadness in their hearts.
If I can, I would like to wrap the first floor with affection and sink into the bottom of the lake. Expect,
After a thousand years, I will meet you again in the depths of fireworks.
three
A misty rain drifted into the depths of June. Under the magnolia tree, those clouds and water are sung, giving a nostalgic mood.
At that time, I was waiting for you in a misty rain in Jiangnan. Deep in the purple desert, you wander slowly, robes, scarves, oil umbrellas.
Zhui Er, the fan you lost in those days can be picked up through memories.
In order to meet you in the article, I have been chased by years for half a century.
Make a pot of old tea and study the past in the pool. Drink a glass of poetry alone, the dream is in youth, and the west window fades.
At this moment, I just want to row a dream boat with you, take a leaf of ancient rhyme blue and white, travel all over the world, and dye all the ink.
Ten years is not as thick as wind and rain; Wan Li vowed not to leave the territory of life. Only use time to make honey and use annual rings to raise flowers.
You can't meet each other when you meet, you can't hold hands when you meet, and there are some distant thoughts and reminders.
Let the missed ivy climb all over your heart, wade across Qian Shan and Qian Shan, and embellish our journey. In this way, that distant dream will not be barren.
four
Warm words coming across the mountains and rivers are like wind chimes in front of your window, swaying the murmur of Jiangnan water rhyme.
Stop and linger in long and short sentences, as if I saw your staring eyes and thoughtful expression.
May you practice enough in this life. In the next life, I will meet you in the most beautiful years, spend my life with you, cherish each other and move forward together.
The past caressed my cheek and tears surged in my eyes. How I want to lend you the rest of my life and accompany me!
Only through a mouthful of fragrant tea, deep attachment has become love.
Boiling a pot of acacia has exhausted all my refreshing time of oblique wind and drizzle. You didn't ride, you didn't step on incense, you just waited like a poem.
Today, I have to admit that the meeting was a doomed flower, a missed flowering period.
Between you and me, it is not just a window and a flower, but also a vicissitudes of life and the world of mortals.
Destiny takes a hand, two lonely souls, facing each other alone at the ends of the earth. See the sadness of blooming flowers, see the hesitation of purple strangers.
Use a light pen to paint a streamer on your gentle heart. Exile the green feelings to the water, to the place where they travel, and to the end of time.
five
In order to escape the melancholy brought by the misty rain in summer, I hid in a strange word. I don't know, the deeper the lovesickness, the more haggard it is.
It is the subtle sunset and moon behind the decimal point, and the starry sky filled with love on the windows and porches. When you calculate your mental journey,
How can you give them up easily!
The mountain is high and the water is long, which will eventually become an excuse for stranding. Isn't that a casual look back in the sea of people, the premeditated plan of a beautiful encounter in the world of mortals inn?
I don't expect the wind to fade into eternity, and the sound of blue and white porcelain falling on the ferry. Taoyuan is getting thinner, and the years are autumn. It was last night's tenderness that made my heart ache, and it was this morning's residual wine that broke my heart.
Strolling along the long coastline of memory, I can't help but pick up the wind and waves that year.
Detained by the tide on the beach, the whispers hidden in the shells are too late to say. Perhaps, they have been dried by time!
Editor's comment:
"The touch of lonely Chun Qing, the touch of flowers in that season, the warmth of that page ... everything is submerged in the deep melancholy of Provence." The author uses five chapters to describe the essay "No fragrance in June, Fragrance flies away". It is expressed in the form of prose and described in the words of poetry. "Use my clear ink to smear Zen language and walk in the thin wind. Full of sad thoughts, awakened dusty memories. " Entering the autumn of life brings emotional lingering. Life narrative, the world of mortals realizes ... "Standing on the fleeting ferry, smiling and nodding." "A misty rain glided deep into June. Under the magnolia tree, those clouds and flowing water pass by, giving people a nostalgic mood. " Thank you very much. I sincerely recommend * * * to be rewarded. Thanks for the manuscript [Lotus Pond], looking forward to wonderful!