A lonely pen can't draw happy eyes.

Lonely pen, can not draw happy eyes, like the clouds in the sky, the wind around the whereabouts, can not control the shape of the body. Some pain is hidden in a beautiful brocade bag. If you don't open it, you will never understand it. Mo in the cold, can not write full affection, some people do not understand, but they are very sober, can not be touched. Unable to bear the cruelty of sealing the throat with a bloody sword again, he stopped at a safe distance! A word can burst into tears, and the heart will be broken into pieces, like a thousand years of loneliness awakened, like a lonely pen erupting a hidden mountain torrent.

Exiled by love in the ice and snow, surrounded by friendship in the warm sun of the morning. Sometimes you have to have it in your life, but don't force it all the time. Since love is hard to sleep, there is no need to ask! No matter how I toss and turn, I will finally let the circle fill up. Really like to be quiet, write to the music, like this kind of silence. The busyness and noise during the day confuse the heart, the pen is like a blunt knife, and the mind dries up like a scrawl in the desert.

At the moment, the heart is as clear as the lake, and has nothing to do with the words of love, it is a lonely heart beating, no craving, no meditation. Words and music become one, not stars, but shining in the sea of heart, just like fireflies, gently bright. Looking for the tenderness in the eyes, the ink between the fingers is slightly cool. Really do not want to sleep, so do that the fragrant moon in the night, sprinkle thousands of light, so that love is the ocean, lingering in each lonely shadow, dressed in warm lines, write down the red world safe and sound.

Wind floating sand, in the Tianya ferry, a person piously worship, but ask for a warm night, do not dye chaos. The heart falls into the emptiness, the lake light lotus shadow always appears in the eyes, flying with the echo of the evening drum and the morning bell. I am not in the world of mortals, and I am no longer prosperous, but I am in harmony with the haunting sandalwood. Repay the debt of the previous life once, do the green lotus in the middle of the lake, do not compete for beauty, do not greed for fate, forget the dream around the soul. The shadow of startled Hong falls, do not look for, do not wait.

Dream too late, the night is too cold, such as the moonlight of the water, such as war, is the dignified peaks, the stars shining after the snow has become a neon heartache. The place where the narrow roads meet is no longer the old scene. The plum blossom blossoms in the cold and enchanting, who walks in the dream? Who studied the ink for whom and who changed the color for whom? When you sit still and become a Buddha, I choose to be enchanted. The moment we meet again, pretending that we don't know each other is a good time.

Floating life is like a dream, after all, it is empty, tossing and turning in the meantime, lingering several verdant. Falling flowers fly away, vegetarian hand pick up Fengting, incense scattered, bustling Jin cluster disciples take a photo. The rain overflows the heart mark, wakes up alone in the quiet night, the wind knocks on the window lattice, the red candle burns out the heart can not love. If you say there is nothing to ask for, if you say greed, you just want to be a flower that walks freely, and you can easily integrate yourself into the landscape and make a scene. The wind does not move, the wind is still as flat as a mirror. At the top of the mountains, breathe that calm, rain or shine. At the moment I am the painting, the painting is me. Suddenly I heard someone whisper: I searched all over the world to find my predecessor, just for the dignified smile of you. For a moment, tears warm the ice in my heart.

Seven holes in the lotus heart, that is the pain that passes through the intestines. If I send the lotus seed to you, it is the heartache that the Buddha cannot appease. The world of mortals is a glass of wine, stained with sadness, stained with deeper exposure, bitterness. Maybe wait a minute, maybe the next minute, will touch the wine bottle gently, the heart burns like a spark, maybe the fireworks are easy to get cold. You are the butterfly fly freely, I am the falling flowers how many zero, cherish the moment, is the pain of God's heart. Cross the shore, safe, Qingning, in the scene is me, outside the scene is your eyes. Snowy days, perhaps close to the plum blossom three smiles, thousands of rivers and mountains are always love. This feeling is not that love, cherish from a distance, a word in the heart, better than a thousand words.

I did not move an inch in the same place, watching people gather and disperse, like the tide coming and going, like the beat of a horse lantern, my mind began to be silent and alienated. Fate is like water, when it comes, it is like a mountain torrent, which is irresistible, and when it goes, it is like the death of a great river, and there is no way to retain it. They all say that they want to gather and disperse, but it is not easy. The knife is gouged out in the heart, and the cruelty is like the cry of a random arrow piercing the heart, how to cover it up? Draw a line in an inch of distance, your flowers full moon, my Shuibo bamboo basket each half. Whether you pity or feel sorry for you, just don't say that word. If you open your mouth, the road you and I will walk side by side will be over. I don't want to stop, I just want someone to be with me all the time, the tacit understanding of the heart, we can speak with one word at the same time, we don't need to explain to understand each other's inner softness, this life is enough! I attribute this feeling to the word bosom friend. Love is in my heart, but I don't say it. May make you aggrieved, but can not touch the reality of the wreath, although the temptation of the heart is close, but I still dare not.

If one day, I can meet again, I must have been reborn and become a flower that walks freely, just like the splendor of spring flowers. I will hold you tight, say love to you, lucky to have you all the way, this life is not empty, the flowers bloom quietly beautiful, just to incense into your eyes gently caress your brow bend, let the heartbeat flame, burn the greed of desire. Even if romance is a crime, it doesn't matter. A moment of chaos, let life unbearable, do not say love, do not say no regrets, deep feelings will be no way out, drunk will wander forever, tears will make people haggard, love, have you ever regretted? Heart on the road, can not find their own door; love at the end of the world, can not wake up a moment of tenderness. The cup is empty, can not drop the alcohol of love, cold body temperature, do not need pity, the pain of tattoos is a zero-degree sinking in the dark night.

If the pen can draw the heart, it must be no blood, hopping feebly. The wind did not wake up the exquisite ears, loneliness is the endless tune in the night. Plum blossom blossoms in the snow night, gentle stamens in tears, I dare not touch, afraid to break the delicate bones. The moon is drunk, the stars are asleep, and the ink has changed color. Give up too much, leaving only the pale soul. It is said that the years are quiet, but the beauty is old, can not be stopped, every minute, are surrounded by loneliness. Suddenly a dream is empty, joys and sorrows end with clear tears.

Text: Qingxi QQ:2284736711