Quiet years, flowers bloom warm

Time, sing all the way, trees green, flowers bloom, the air began to overflow with bright style.

The temperature fluctuated and moved forward, bringing people into midsummer and making people feel bone-chilling cold. This annoying temperature, like a fickle face, always makes people at a loss, unable to guess.

Outside the window, Little Peach, who had bloomed a few days ago, was suffering in the hot and cold weather. Her smiling face, which had once blossomed, showed a little haggard. Low eyes, there have been some helpless petals wither in the dust, residual red spots, red, sad Yan, like a sad parting on the ground.

Time like wind, through the dust, always easy to take away a flower thing, wither many past. No matter how beautiful the appearance, how gorgeous life, how beautiful to meet, in front of time are so humble, fragile, can only surrender under the frost sword of time.

"Lin Hua thanks Spring Red, too hasty. The cold rain comes in the morning, but the wind comes in the evening." " I haven't noticed the spring grass dream in the pond, and the autumn sound of Wu Ye has already appeared before the steps." Standing in front of the window, watching clusters of residual red flutter falling, like a hurry to disappear youth and can not grasp the love, have not yet had time to say goodbye, a turn around, has been far behind.

Although, not an easy sentimental person, but also deeply understand that life is always sad and happy interwoven, gains and losses coexist. But still can not really do favor and disgrace without fear, go and stay at will. Occasionally, in some casual moments, some familiar scenes, recall some pain in the past, so that the eyebrow heart, quietly infected with a trace of thin cool.

Just like this, standing still, sighing with the passing of time, age gradually old, the bottom of my heart, there is a trace of faint pity quietly spread over the heart embankment.

Lowering his head, the tea on the desk had cooled down, and only a few elegant jasmine flowers were quietly spreading on the water surface, dense with a trace of quietness. On the paper, a few lines of unwritten small words quietly looked at me, silent…

No sorrow, no joy, no worry, no fear, indifferent, calm, let things flow, heart calm, perhaps, only mountains and plants have such transparency and meditation.

Thin shadow horizontal oblique water shallow, dark fragrance floating moon dusk. I like this kind of transparent and indifferent freehand brushwork in ancient words. The shade is appropriate, and the density is appropriate. If life, after countless misty rain, can still carry a leisurely, in the world calmly walk, let the mood bloom flowers, fragrance overflowing, how free and easy?

Flowers can be folded straight to fold, do not wait for no flowers empty broken branches. Stand for a long time, mind suddenly jumped out of this book picked up from the poem, the idea moved, hurriedly changed clothes, went straight to nature.

These days, because of the rain, although the air is full of coolness, but after the rain washing air is more fresh, take a deep breath, you will feel a wisp of fresh from the nose instantly spread to every corner of the body, an indescribable feeling of happiness arises spontaneously, even the footsteps of the foot also become light up.

By the roadside, poplar trees and willow trees opened a long curtain, yellow, green, light green... you can think of the name, think of the name of the color just right together, constitute a flowing ink painting. The birds chirped heartily in the dense shade, pouring out their inner joy. Under the tree, clusters of lavender flowers smile, charming, like a string of beautiful wind chimes, singing a gentle and flexible melody.

Squatting down, silently staring at these unknown flowers emitting a faint fragrance, the heart gradually quiet, soft, with the spread of flowers open a circle of ripples.

In life, ordinary you and I are more like this unremarkable flower, blooming in the corner of no one's attention, silently budding, silently falling into mud, silently walking through this life, never leaving too many traces. Life, such as a season of flowers, is a too short journey, however, how many people in the complaint wasted time, wasted time. If everyone can be like these flowers, even if no one appreciates, no one cheers, still try their best to open into their favorite appearance, life, is not a kind of gratitude and cherish?

Ordinary, not equal to mediocre, plain, but also derived from good. Although life is small, do not have inferiority, all tomorrow is accumulated by today's bit by bit, as long as the heart has good and hope, you can rely on the sun, rain and dew, in time to write their own brilliant pen.

How often do we get used to the busyness and trek day after day, and miss some subtle beauty and touching in life?

One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. Everything in the world has spirituality, and all can give us comfort and enlightenment. When you are upset or confused, put down your steps at the right time, walk into nature, listen to the whispers of the breeze and flowers, feel the vastness of the mountains and the sea, and you will get spiritual relaxation and spiritual washing from the seemingly ordinary scenery of nature.

Life has never been short of beauty, but impetuous our hearts filled with too many desires and dissatisfaction, jealousy and suspicion, only to separate the good from the heart window, so that the passing years are full of loneliness and desolation.

If you can keep a transparent in the noise, cultivate a simple heart in the complexity, appreciate it attentively, cherish it with emotion, you will realize that there is a faint joy left everywhere in the water of time in every dawn and dusk and every ordinary day.

All the way to stop and go, eyes in the distant blue sky, green between the earth alternate back and forth, suddenly, a thick fragrance from far and near, blowing on. Follow the fragrance of flowers, suppress the excitement of the heart all the way, turn a deep path, and a feast of flowers head-on collision full.

Pink petals, yellow stamens, thousands of flowers clustered together, crowded among the green leaves, laughing, elegant, dignified, but also implies a hidden passion, a petal has a petal posture, a petal has a petal style, like thousands of smiling eyes, bright eyes, delicate face shy. Breeze blowing, green waves flashing, rolling flowers, like a grand rain of petals.

Always feel that flowers like a demon, it is a demon from the inside out, it just stands there, without words, it will hook away your soul, let you willingly indulged in it.

Blue sky, white clouds, sunshine, flowers, slowly spread in front of the eyes, spread into an endless scroll, if time can stop, really want to let this moment freeze, this beautiful encounter sealed into forever, a drunk thousand years, a dream does not wake up.

Close your eyes, at this moment, the world is so quiet, it seems that the vast sky, only the sound of this flower, only the fragrance of this flower, a wave of endless spread, potential such as spring.

Su Cen said that sadness is also a part of happiness. If there are no tears in life, those laughter will not be precious. Yeah! If there is no winter cold, how can people eagerly look forward to the warmth of spring? If there is no pain of parting, how can people know the value of gathering? If there is no despondency, how can there be ecstasy?

If you bloom, the breeze will come. If you are not injured, the years are fine. Flowers are beautiful, leaves become poetry, years, every journey through, every experience, every pain, are an indispensable part of life, are years on the scroll or thick or light of a pen. Such as time old, face no longer, gently dust off the dust on the title page, gently flip through, those stained with the traces of time, every word, will turn into a warm sweet heart. Time, is a small flower, the deeper the years walk, the more you can feel its elegant fragrance. Time, is a clear words, scattered rhymes, everywhere flowing with a warm beauty worth aftertaste.

Heart, implant more warmth, will be less thin cool. In the eyes, more included some good, but less a lot of complaints. In life, there are pain, frustration, wind bullying snow pressure adversity, there will be some pleasant scenery waiting for you to discover, to feel.

Good quiet, flowers bloom warm. Just want to, according to the time of the water Mei, smile, slow, do a light woman, repair a vegetable-like elegant calm heart, in the cycle of the season root, long leaves, bud, treasure each journey through the moved, no matter how much wind and rain in the world, but also can open a warm fragrance in the bottom of my heart, life decorated with poetry, warmth.

Author: Flower Falling Bodhi