Lonely as tea, can not hide the mottled window of heart

Some people say, "when the tea is cold, don't renew it. If you continue it, it's not the original taste. When someone leaves, don't stay any longer. If you don't stay, it's not the original feeling. If the feeling is gone, don't aftertaste it. It's not the original mood." Others said, "if someone promises you an afterlife, don't take it seriously. It's just a joke." In spite of this, I still believe in a past life and look forward to the next life. And I said, what I missed in this life, what I regret, I want to talk about it slowly in the tea of the afterlife.

This morning, when I came out of the Central School, I was caught in a heavy rain, which was the heaviest rain this summer. I stopped a China bus and brought the students back to school who attended the Arts Festival. Sitting in the car, my thoughts are like raindrops outside the window. Many times, I can only use staggered words to express my regrets in this life, thinking that if I ignore it, I will no longer pay attention to it; if I leave, I will not look back; if I think I have disappeared, I will not think of it; if I think I have missed it, I will never meet again; who knows, we will meet again, know each other, and even stay together, depending on each other. So I, often, write my love for you into a prose, you are in the word, I am in the line, we live in the same paragraph; often, compose my love for you into a piece of music, you are the piano, I am the string, this life plays only for you, we have a tacit understanding in the same piece of music Often, the love for you is depicted as a painting, each stroke must fall in the right place, that tone of color is my deep affection, heavy will overflow, light no trace, it is appropriate to be just right, we depend on each other and embrace each other in the same painting. On the fishing bank of the Reed embankment, floating willows and clouds, I stood by the ferry of the years, like the moonlight of white frost spread on the surface of the sunken lake, the water glowing and the waves swirling. On the lake, the white fog is almost wreaking havoc in the air, pervading my body line, pervading the operation of my mind, only my yearning for you is as blue and clear as the sky.

More often, like a person, sit in a chair, make a cup of tea, drink alone. At this time, a kind of affectionate, light show in the continuous love, let melancholy, pay to the vegetable lake; a kind of Acacia, deeply hidden in the soft feelings, let the heart knot, pay in the west window wind chimes; a kind of love, gently scattered in the shallow words, let sincerity, clean away a little dust in the world; a kind of understanding, sweet floating in the gurgling heart, let the smile, read each other's prosperity in a touch of loneliness A treasure, full of thoughts, so that beauty, into the years hanging in the jade pot. Perhaps, in the night when the night is as cool as water and the moon is bright and starry, light a small orange lamp, cook a pot of tea, and sit under the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree with a pious heart. Perhaps, the eyes of time will not write Tian Chang Di Jiu (Eternal Dumpling) for anyone, but there is a kind of encounter, doomed not to miss, although there will be no result, but it will still be fragrant years, fragrant spring and autumn, a past dried in life, a yellowed photo recorded a lingering, a gentle Perhaps, there is a previous life of him for you, time passes slowly from the tea, all the resentment is clear, the affection of the previous life is dense in that tea.

Who, holding a lonely, sitting in the world of mortals; who, the heart of a ray of warmth, hovering in the Tang and Song poetry; who, silently care about you all, buried love in the heart; who, locked my eyebrow, bleached and dyed the Tang wind of a lifetime; who, the money into my dream, arouse my thoughts of this life. In this life, if you are the moon, I am the accompanying cloud, dependent with you, walking in the Milky way; in this life, if you are a kite, I am a ray of breeze, lingering with you to a higher sky; in this life, if you are a safflower, I am a green leaf, relying on each other and never giving up; in this life, if you are a spring, I am a continuous drizzle, I am only lingering in your arms, elegant In this life, if you are a cliff, I am a running stream, kissing you all the way, winding away; if you are a weeping willow on the shore of weak water, then I am the purple swallow that cuts the willow through the wind; if you are an orchid boat in the depths of lotus roots, then I am the gull heron perched on the pulp. I hope you are still fine in the shallow time. An understanding, leisurely in time. A story doomed to no result is also the most beautiful freehand brushwork in the world of mortals.

Silent night accompanied by a green tea, in a little after-fragrance in the impetuous state of mind gradually precipitated, so that Acacia in the tea rolling reincarnation. Put the body and mind into the text, in the ink around the experience of the cool world, experience the emptiness of the night. Tonight, I just want to pick up a light ink fragrance for you with an inch of vegetarian heart; tonight, I just want to use my fingertips to embroider a beautiful flower; tonight, I just want to be a delicate orchid with an ethereal smile. A touch of mood, a touch of elegance, a touch of fragrance plus a touch of me, let the soul dance under the moon, the gentle breeze is like the caress of a lover. The fragrance floating in the air is so refreshing, this scene, how not to let people deeply intoxicated.

There are too many temptations in the world, such as poetry, such as a dream of life is full of bewitching, demagogic behind is fatal poison, fatal injury. Therefore, I am the wind, gently drifting past your window; therefore, I am the willow, keeping your hasty sigh and expression; therefore, I am the snow, whitening your mind; therefore, I am the red lighthouse, pointing out the direction of your journey; therefore, I am the red maple leaf of unrequited love, your past joys and sorrows, and your old hometown. When a person learns to think quietly behind the prosperity, and when he is alone with his soul, his heart is full of peace, not happy with things, not sad with things, can he find his lost self. When we learn to tolerate, we will listen carefully to each other's souls. Since we are predestined to meet, we must know how to cherish each other. Since we meet each other, please cherish each other. Since we meet on the road of life, why ask whether it is a robbery or a fate? Floating and changing with fate, lighting a heart lamp illuminates not only oneself, but also others. It is good to live every day of your own in the bright sunshine.

Yes, I am glad to have the stillness of the morning; yes, I am glad to meet the afternoon sunshine; yes, I am glad to meet the gorgeous dusk; yes, I am glad to meet the lovely you again; but it is a pity that I missed you again, missed the place where we met, the time when we met. Everything in the world has its origin and fall, how to treat those who can not go back to the spring, pick a flower, meditate in a smile, do not have to insist on everything. Looking for a warm fragrance in this quiet night, I describe what you once looked like in the thick ink fragrance.

With you, the wind cannot blow on my heart; with you, rain will not wet my face; with you, clouds, you will forget the touch of the wind; with you, flowers, you will forget the whisper of the rain; but, whether you drink or not, the tea will be cold. Make you a cup of love tea, full of enthusiasm with the fragrance of tea handed to your lips, watching you slowly taste, my heart slowly drunk, full of love stopped in your low eyebrow tea tenderness, so many nostalgia, can not be told in words, just quietly look at you, slowly swallow my heart with tea Pour a glass of wine for you, the strong aroma of wine has infected the love of a lifetime, drunk love, drunk the tenderness of the heart, thousands of years of wine more and more fragrant, true love longer and stronger, a touch of feelings tired in the heart, with a lifetime of tenderness to cherish the love.

Your simple and elegant, let the gentle moonlight shy; your charm, stunned the riverside of a curtain of misty rain; your smile, solidified slowly falling snowflakes; your beautiful beauty, warm this season, but also gentle my fleeting like flowers. I wander in the dream of having you, so I don't want to wake up. I taste your beauty in the dream, like the fragrance of your lotus dew, cascading in my dream; I plan your beauty in the dream, just like planning the journey of my beautiful love, although there is wind and rain on the rough road of love, but I do not want to leave too much regret, but the heart is reluctant, will make me in a dilemma, the green meaning of my heart to you, is the proof that I give you the best love. Heartache, because miss; miss, because can not forget; can not forget, because engraved bone. Because of love, I surf the Internet every day, waiting to be with the Iraqi, sharing all the sweetness and sadness in my life; because of love, all the words moved me, drawing two distant hearts together tightly, shortening all the distance with dreams; because of hate, separation does not need a reason, in the short journey of life, a person drifted away and completed a sad love song alone. Because of worry, there is no need to lament each other. After all, not all boats can reach the other shore. As long as the oars row across the water, they can always spread the beautiful and romantic waves-the circle is the stirring song that I love you. Love did not end abruptly because of this. The unfinished love of the previous life, the fate of the continuation of this life, still continues to perform.

Who sees, I am holding a curtain of misty rain in the lotus heart withered old drunk dance crazy? Who has seen me write down an indefinite desolation with soft and broken lines in the thin wind? Who saw me kneeling in the maple forest again and again, praying that the endless night would bury me forever? Perhaps, I am not a warm look back of you, but you are already my hundred times. If you say, one side of the paper, you are my thoughts on the ink, I would like to use a piece of paper, fully dipped in a gentle mind, painted in front of the case; if you say, with feelings, you are the cinnabar on my heart, I would like to pour all I have, store and get along with every moment, engraved on my heart.

I am used to writing emotional words in the silent night. I don't want a few people to understand it. I just hope that the person who disturbs my mind can feel my heart. Yes, if you can keep a love with the one you love, you can go for an outing in early spring, enjoy the lotus together in the middle of summer, watch the moon in shallow autumn, and look for plum in deep winter, not tired, but happy, extraordinary, but insipid. Then there will be no regrets in this life.

The tea in this life is cold, looking forward to the next life; the tea in the next life is hot, but I do not know whether it is for me to continue. If there is an afterlife, in this dark night, under this ginkgo tree, waiting for tea people is also a kind of happiness, even if five hundred years. Even at a glance, just for a lifetime of happiness to leave quietly.