Waiting for the wind to blow, my heart is full of fragrance.
Hold the mirror of time, the autumn sun reflects the light, and look down. When he met the golden autumn in September, he turned to embrace the fragrant Jingui and watched the little jumps between the branches and leaves. There are full of osmanthus flowers the size of rice grains, blooming one after another, showing the prosperity of spring and summer, wandering around, smelling the fragrance in the nose.
Sitting under a tree, folding three inches of sunshine, waiting for the wind, suddenly, with the gentle vibration of the branches and leaves, the wind gently blew away the fragrance and left the petals. Occasionally, one or two children next door gently shake the branches, and a season of osmanthus rain lingers and soaks in the orange sunset, which is particularly exquisite and beautiful, overflowing the fragrance in my heart and decorating the gap of time.
It is also a relief to slow down, leave some space for time and taste little by little.
Deep bean fragrance, leaving a faint fragrance in my heart.
At dusk, stepping on the quiet night, I walked into the ancient town at the end of the Tang Dynasty. Walking on the banks of rivers and streams, there is no one in the distance. In order to ask the way, I walked into the deep courtyard with flags hanging in front of the door. Some lights were flickering in the depths of the inner courtyard, and a few wisps of tofu pudding floated in. I couldn't help sitting at the table and asking for a bowl and sipping quietly.
The steaming steam lingers around the bowl, and the air is filled with warm fragrance, while the snow-white tofu pudding stays in the bowl, which makes people feel pity. In the middle of the bowl, several blue shallots decorate it, and the fragrance floats in all directions. Pick up the bowl and gulp it down. That fragrance has already soaked into the heart and spleen.
After a while, when I followed my heart to explore this store, it had disappeared in the traces of history.
Slow down and leave some space for time. Meeting is also a kind of beauty.
Smell the ink and your heart is empty and clear.
I have always believed that the thick pages exude the fragrance of another soul, and in the gap of time, accompanied by soothing music, I explore in the journey of the soul. Forgetting the existence of my body, leaves and flowers slipped from my hands and landed between the pages.
This book, when it is opened and closed, is full of joy, lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments of "hitting the water in the midstream and restraining the flying boat in the waves", and indignation of "being a hero and dying as a ghost"; Or, it is a lament of "sorrowful", an emotional parting of "holding hands and looking at each other with tears, but speechless", and a helpless ending of "I don't know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string is like a flower." Read, dress up, and find a warmth.
It is also a kind of detachment to slow down and leave some space for reading.
Leave some space for time, and let yourself live gracefully, with morning dew and dusk in my heart. Slow down and wash away the lead, and your heart will be full and everything will be fine.
Label: time