Use half your life to warm your sorrow for the rest of your life
On that day, the lilacs bloomed. You treat the white horse lightly, like a touch of shock, leaving only a poem in the bluestone in the south of the Yangtze River. Turn around and copy the warmth you first saw. I use the tenderness of my life to write you into the blank of life.
Standing in Weiyang in June, listening to the sound of bamboo jointing. Where the wind, missed the most beautiful blooming. But bring back a note, written brocade book. Gently, gently, fall on my hand. The face I am waiting for in the season will bloom for you as scheduled.
Open, fold the missing, there is a trace of wrinkles. Is it a sign of being wet by the rain, or is it stained by tears? Flowers bloom, speechless. Fallen leaves, no trace. Half drunk, the peach blossom pool water you sent. I forgot, on my way home.
Forget the fleeting words on the road of the world of mortals. I picked it up quietly and buried it quietly. If I pass by next time, I will rub shoulders with you again. I hope there will be unexpected blossoms.
In the twinkling of an eye, over the years. One of your gently looks back, obscure all my years of mountains and rivers. Enron, keep a pool of ink. I'm here, don't make any noise, I'll write poems with you. Shallow copying, light painting. Carve it. Take care.
Thanksgiving, this journey met. I smile and cherish you from the bottom of my heart. No matter how old I am, I will grow old. In fact, you may be in love all your life. Not to be your return, but only for the predestined connection in your heart.
Your clattering horse's hoofs come with the wind. I'll wear it, that one. For you, ten miles of mousse laid with ink incense. Wait for you to use a touch of clear background, meaningful my life water show poetry.
With a faint smile, you are in the water and clouds. I saw the sign-off in the blank of life. You are a returnee, I am a passer-by. And time has become an everlasting mountain and river.
A wet eye, a touch of smoke. If you know it, why make it public? A stroke, a stroke, a flick of a finger. Allow me, with half of my life, warm you a lifetime of sorrow.
I am in the vicissitudes of life precipitated by the years. Sobbing for years, a piece of falling flowers is speechless. We, don't talk about the earth, don't talk about the sky. If you can linger in the breeze, return slowly hand in hand. I would like to hold softly all my life. Dressed in plain clothes, wash all the lead. Make a pot of new tea and accompany you quietly.
I treat you as if I met you for the first time
After all, you are like a wisp of distant tung fragrance. In my inadvertent moment, suddenly, far away. Try to find the traces you have left behind. Apart from being speechless, he is still speechless. Those, do not intend to alienate the friendship. In the end, in a silent day, far away, quietly. And I, still have compassion. Good feeling, each stay warm. Cherish quietly and wait silently.
Gaze, the verses written for you. Has been in time, gradually, yellowing. I can't find the promise you made. The vicissitudes of life covered by smoke and dust are full of tomorrow whose fate cannot be changed. Maybe you're tired of it, mine is not far or near. I smiled and watched you walk away. Always know that the most beautiful love in the world. That is, this Cheng Jingmei met. Fleeting like water, you are the brocade of silk and silk I met. The years are quiet and good, you are my certainty of turning mountains and rivers. I stared at the palpitations of gazing with the appropriate shade.
The fragrance blooming in the heart is like the peach in March. Always in a moment of distress, give the heart a bright. Thank you, you can also leave a shallow warmth for me after turning around. In fact, the temperature of one meter of sunshine is just right. Through, the mercy of the years. I treat you as if I met for the first time.
Twist a wisp of memories, bubble ink into incense. A small poem with a faint fragrance of ink fell before my eyes. Such as you, the smiling eyes at first sight. Make people feel sorry for you and feel sorry for you.
Looking back over the years, time is stable. Quietly, sitting in the depths of fleeting time. This journey will be shallow experience, deep hidden. At the place of delight, a drop of morning dew, an idle cloud, a tree green, an eye surprised. Already let some of the lost Fang Hua, still beautiful as before.
Facing the long path in summer, picking a wisp of lotus fragrance. I use the idea of Bodhi, the meaning of Zen fleeting time. Look at Lingxiao in full bloom, dressed in plain clothes. Engrave the fleeting time into the fragrance of eternity. In the age of vegetation, for the first time, it is the poem that I have been looking for all my life. I'm used to it when I'm a stranger. Study a pool of ink with the appearance you like. All the tenderness and poetry. Outlines the joys and sorrows of the years, and the joy of reunion. Light thoughts, tapping the telepathy across the boat in my heart. I won't say, you're speechless. But there is always a kind of warm heart.
Wait, one day. Life is tired of drifting, missing can not find the direction. I just let go of everything. Find a courtyard where memories can be stored. Mottled green walls, half-covered firewood doors. In your spare time, plant some plums and sprinkle some peach fragrance. Nourish with rain and dew and warm with sunshine. When the mind is empty, gently awaken these memories. Let them accompany me to listen to the wind, listen to the rain, listen to the flowers bloom, listen to the flowers fall.
As time grows old, so do I.
Looking back, the ferry of reincarnation is still bustling. Look at some fate come and go, go and go back. Look at some people drifting away and finally fade out of each other's sight. That year, the lost youth. Already, fade out of the eye-catching number plate. The strong wind in June blew away the fragrance of the flowers left in fleeting years. Days, step by step, emitting the smell of their own fireworks. Cut it for a while, glass time. Get rid of the busyness and leave something simple. I use the silk thread of love to bind it into the most beautiful breeze and sparse shadow.
The moment of silent gaze is doomed to some shoulder-to-shoulder regret. That one, the brand-new tenderness. In the first sight you planted for me, it grew into a beautiful landscape of life. Anshou is wearing light fireworks. I am silent, I like, and I have no distractions. This journey is light, warm and pleasant. If you've been here, it's good.
At the moment, my heart is as calm as water. Hold a touch of joy, walk shallowly. Once upon a time, it has gradually drifted away. The future, allow me to accompany you silently.
Thank you. I've been here before.
Those, the certainty of turning mountains and rivers, are finally drifting away in the changeable world. I don't have time to cherish. There's no time to say goodbye.
In fact, for some speechless go or stay. Already accustomed to it, properly put it at the bottom of my heart. Those, smile the right time. Such as June, the sky in full bloom. Speechless, but there is an unparalleled beauty.
The morning breeze is slightly cool, overflowing the curtains of the season. There is silence in the corner and a sunny day in the corner. Once upon a time, the dark fragrance filled sleeves looking back. With those, only as promised at first sight. In the wandering clouds and water, it precipitates into a wisp of warmth of mind. Even if speechless, there are some palpitations and heartbeats as before. It spoils the whole life, thin cool.
I was silent, looking up at the clearness of the sky. No, the sudden pain flowed out. Freeze, that green fruit. In the branches, never fall. Close your eyes, there is still a drop of crystal overflow. There are some things that we are really unable to retain.
In the end, love to helplessness is a disappointment. Brush two sleeves of fireworks, return to the sky. The other side is prosperous, I'm just passing by. Thank you. I've been here. From the bottom of my heart, you are still my scenery forever. I, quiet splash ink, silence like.
Words: glazed sparse shadow
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