The fresh rain is enough, the gardenia is fat, the cold mountain is green, the raindrops are clear, the tea lamp floats, it is as cool as snow, and an impetuous heart is also precipitated in the elegant fragrance and the ticking rain.
On rainy nights, it is suitable for one person to cook wine, one person to Philip Burkart, one person to be nostalgic, one person to read a yellowed book, or just one person to be in a daze, listening to the rain and beating leaves, hanging on the eaves of tiles.
We all live in a lonely and desolate corner of the world. In the distant years, there are cold old dreams, withered prosperity, neglected past events and scenery left behind.
In recent years, I have also been chased by time and rushed to one intersection after another; I was also confused and shocked, and I walked through one light after another; It has also drifted from ancient towns to crowded cities.
In the world of mortals criss-crossing buildings and flying clouds, we are all full of fireworks and worldly tastes, always hurt by the dust of fate, and always cold by the pallor of worldly tastes. In the irresistible fate, all we can do is lick the blood and heal the wounds, and find a quiet as light as water.
Time gradually wears away a person's sharpness, dissipates the pure dream of youth, and smears the years of poetry and wine with vicissitudes. Memories should be a kind of quaint beauty, which will not fade because of years and will not be lost because of years.
Jin Shui Tang Tang, the green waves are clean, life is smooth and ethereal, and life is a book with different thicknesses. In the sound of gongs and drums, we perform ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and we go through the beginning and the end.
The city of one person is the most noisy and lonely; A person's heart is the most lively and lonely.
In the long fleeting time, we are all passers-by. No matter how many beautiful memories, no matter how many flashy past, no matter the excitement of Luoyang flowering period or the lonely opening and closing of the lonely courtyard, we can't stand the natural flow of time.
when the world of mortals returns, I will no longer be the woman who picks flowers and listens to the rain, and the moon is white and the wind is clear. Everyone has a period of green years, and has had a day of flowers, moons and agarwood, but no one can go forever, and the years will never return to their original appearance.
I am a nostalgic person. I always like to turn over old books and read an old memory. The time there is always reassuring. The story at that time had nothing to do with romance, but a faint hue, which made me quiet and peaceful.
at that time, in a small village, the summer rain was noisy, the willow trees were sparse and the smoke was light, the clouds were idle in the middle of the mountain, and the wind was blowing water. Under an old window, I listened to the rain, made tea, posted stickers, smelled the wind, enjoyed flowers and waited for snow. On ordinary days, everything is simple; Simple time, things are safe.
when time is shallow, one step at a time is safe; Keep a warm sun in your heart and wait for a tree to bloom.
misty rain in a small window, return air in still water, light and simple days, happy-go-lucky heart, no regrets, no mutual injury and debt, not easily disturbed by the outside world, and not cut by the debris of streamer.
always in a piece of paper, forgetting the vicissitudes of life; Always in a pot of tea, don't remember lovesickness.
the plants and trees have a heart, the rivers and mountains have feelings, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the red dust is green and smoky. Life is a solemn and beautiful practice, and in the years to come, we will keep our original heart and be clear and indisputable.
time is simplified, and how many stories of spring breeze will eventually end in obscurity; How many fleeting years of autumn water blowing away dust have finally dispersed into light smoke. The fate that I thought I couldn't get out finally had an ending; I thought that I would sit in the dusk and finally return to the night stars; The love that I thought I couldn't forget finally blurred my back.
tea table lamp, a poem, who is whose sea, who is whose mulberry field. In fact, you and I are only separated by a rainy lane. If you can, please allow me to advance a period of time. Even if I can't go back to the past, I will still be a beauty for you.
a few volumes of books, a curtain of dreams, who is who's childhood dream, and who is who's sentimental? An oil-paper umbrella has covered up many impermanent love affairs.
you were a golden harp, and I was a fleeting time. Just because of this silent rainy season, let the unfinished story pass by in a hurry. In this way, I lost what I wanted forever.
Clouds and waters are boundless, and the floating world is happy. In the lush misty rain, the years have a quiet background, and the story has a taste of time.
There is no dust in my heart, and time is fleeting. I walk through the buildings with different shades of red dust, asking for no regrets, but for freedom. Like a flower, it opens happily and falls coolly; Like rain, it falls noisily once and opens lightly once.
May you pick flowers in March to make spring, and fireflies dye summer in June.
may you meet a lover and give you a happy city. Warm colors float for the rest of my life.
I hope you can see all the prosperity in the world and look back with a smile like a flower.