Waiting, the first heart in the world of mortals

I want to find a quiet place in the noisy world of mortals, find a simple and elegant place, choose a green space, let my mind stretch slowly in my spare time, and see the grass growing in the south of the Yangtze River. Jiangnan in the dream, Qingshan in the fog and rain, the light cheongsam woman holding up an oil paper umbrella, walking on the bluestone bridge, the Wu dialect makes people linger.

Years gradually go away in the reincarnation of the four seasons, boil a pot of time to drink in life, let the heart stretch gradually with the blooming flowers, and let the dream wander under the breeze and bright moon. In the shallow days, guarding a little tranquility, quietly passing through the fleeting years in leisurely.

Every day in the first ray of dawn in the early morning, breathe the freshness of the air, the sweet scent of flowers in your nose, look up at the blue sky, look at the trees, close your eyes and listen to the birds singing, you will feel that happiness is around you, and living is the greatest happiness.

There are too many tedious and unsatisfactory things in life. Don't forget to give your heart a holiday. A few green bamboos in front of the house, two mu of farmland and a lotus pond sow sweat and harvest tranquil. Keep a corner of the peach blossom in your heart, keep your heart away from the hustle and bustle, and let your heart sit like a lotus in the years.

Let the heart touch the lintel of spring in the stillness, see the meaning of spring appear in the branches, see the wanton flowers blooming all over the branches, see the green willows gently brush the willow branches, look at the white clouds leisurely from afar, look at the Diaoliang painting column closely, take a melodious ancient rhyme, take a poetic taste into your mind, and listen to the wind over Songtao, which is suspected to be thousands of years.

Night is coming. The breeze brushed my face, holding a fine cup of tea in my hand, despite the floating world. Think carefully in a new moon, drunk breeze is also drunk time. How many unforgettable past turned into pen tip residual ink, in a little bit of ink to remember the past. Let all the mood sing softly in the text, send a message of heart fragrance, I sprinkle the tenderness like water in the depths of the world of mortals, just to wait for your arrival, do you know?

Youth, time, time, life, crying, laughing, do not know that wisps of breeze may blow away a little melancholy between each other's eyebrows. Tonight, I hold a handful of moonlight like water, chasing your trail in the dream, do you see? I would like to become a lotus, blooming at the end of the world with you, and the tenderness between low eyebrows and shallow smiles is all because of you.

I often wait at the ferry in my dream, just to write an unrepentant chapter with you in the world of mortals. I just want to accompany you day and night in time, leaving a dreamlike beauty in the tip of the pen, deducing the magic of immortality. The night is constantly extending, a poetic cavity of tenderness will leave what kind of emotional brushstroke.

A lifetime of love, a thread of love, a line of text, if you understand me, you will come as promised. If you move your heart, love silk into the bone, will step all the way through the clouds and waters to find me, I will not lose you a lifetime of affection, for you to write a dream of love. I think what I want is always simple. It's just that only you understand.

If you allow me to be happy all my life, I will accompany you to pick chrysanthemum Dongli. If you accompany me to make tea into the painting, I will accompany you to enjoy the wind and listen to the rain. If you accompany me to splash ink and recite poems, I will cut red candles with you. If you accompany me in the misty rain and the world of mortals, I will accompany you. If you do not dislike my beauty, I will not dislike you for a lifetime of poverty.

In the vicissitudes of life, all the meetings are reunited after a long separation, but I don't know when you will arrive. Tonight, I have a lot of thoughts in my mind, I describe your appearance in the words, maybe your breath makes me intoxicated, maybe I am impressed by your literary style, maybe there will be no more.

I remember that the Buddha once said: it only takes a moment to reach out, but it takes a lifetime to hold hands. Perhaps, in the reincarnation of my life, I have never solved such affection and fate, so I have waited until the flowers have died in this life, nor have I waited for your arrival. Time is gradually moving away in the years, leaving only the gap in the heart do not know how to fill. If there is an afterlife, I hope there will be no more rotation, maybe the heart will not be so painful.

Author: Lian Xiang vaguely