Walking in the world of mortals, my mind reverberates in the night sky like the wind. Wanzhang gently interprets the blank in the bottom of his heart, the night wind is bright and dark, the feelings are short, the moment of happiness is long, the pain is long. Troubled words gracefully buildings red world dream, swaying out of the ethereal notes, like autumn leaves scattered, full of withered poems.
Walk in the long river of years, shallow pen ink, green memory crawls all over the body, in the heart winding that soft place, emotion from the fingertips flow, spread the whole heart. The heart is wandering, stepping on the stars and the moon, and the night, looking up all the past, whispering interpretation of the hazy and real life. The wind brushed by, with a slightly cold heart.
Who can resist the erosion of the wind? Again and again, with the scent of flowers, into the bone marrow, blowing down tears, blowing confusion of thoughts, pain near, breeding blurred world, is the wind, rain, fog, snow, not clear, whether in the dream? Unable to interpret, unable to be compatible, is a process of helplessness and happiness. The fragrance of flowers in the wind is still like sweet words, so light, light on the soul, colliding with happiness, polishing the heart, can not pass away. Let the haggard face full of vicissitudes of life, the pain in the arms, trance do not understand the joys and sorrows of the world. Turn around in tears, raise the sword in your hand to block the wind, and cut off this wisp of fragrant wind. The melodious music rises with joy in an instant, the bright morning sun twinkles, the sincere breath flows, and happiness spreads all over the body. Although the wind in the ear stained with a few gentle poems, but can not open the closed heart door.
Passers-by in the wind and dust, each other do not need to deliberately express their love for each other. In the dream of falling snow, I think we just need to remember and cherish the friendship between the networks, even if it is like a kite flying under the blue sky and white clouds, as long as we hold the end of the line tightly, it will not pass away with the wind. In the days of picking up flowers, I will still look forward to continuing to hold hands. With a sincere heart in exchange for mutual love. Wind, circuitous love in the loneliness told the dream of the ripples, deliberately released, stranded at a loss, so that smooth, elegant, clear notes through time and space, winding around. Learned to choose silence, like a pool of soft lake. Understand that the peace of mind is much more real than the dream that falls like a gauze. Flowers bloom several degrees, the years change, life will experience different wind breath, to understand, infiltrate, read, understand it, you will be able to return to the starting point of life.
Life is sometimes a touch of tears, with a quiet happy smile, the collision between heart and words brings the most flickering spark. Even if it is sad, even if it is a wish that can not be realized, it is also because of the feeling of thinking too much. The blending of heart and words, let the tired heart get the feeling that has never been, full of joy that has never been seen before! At the same time, it also enriches life and spiritual sustenance.
Wang Qingquan never stops, indifferent into the heart. In this world of material desire, precipitating the dust of thought, the mind is suddenly clear, there is no sadness, no pain, swept away the sadness of the past, blurred the tenderness of the far away, buried the old story. The heart is like a white cloud, meaning like running water, so that the gray state of mind is light if smoke, passing away without a trace. The heart returns to the real life, looking forward to the real smile, relaxed, cozy, natural, pure and beautiful. I feel so good when my heart is drunk.
Author: night, stars in the sky
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