To like delicacy is to like delicacy and grace. Unlike the hard and cold roughness, delicacy will only lead to truth and purity. Cultivate delicate emotions, see sensitivity in subtleties, and see fullness in abundance. A delicate heart is a soft heart, a delicate feeling is a fe

To like delicacy is to like delicacy and elegance. Unlike the hard and cold roughness, delicacy will only lead to truth and purity. Cultivate delicate emotions, see sensitivity in subtleties, and see fullness in abundance. A delicate heart is a soft heart, a delicate feeling is a feeling of gratitude, and delicateness will eventually lead to awe-inspiring nobility.

If you slow down your life, you can see more carefully, hear more delicately, and smell more delicately. All details will be amplified or even stopped in the experience. We can see how the moon becomes rounder day by day, and how the leaves turn green day by day. After slowing down, everything will appear calm, long and unobstructed.

A magnificent blue wraps the sea, and a delicate white covers the beach. I'm on the blue seaside, I'm on the white sand, the moonlight has just come, the tide has just come. The sea began to laugh and the sand began to dance. The sea and the sand revealed their most secret thoughts with candid colors. This is a wonderful angle. I saw a clear curve between the blue sea and the white sand. Between the ups and downs and the meandering back and forth, I understood a simple truth.

Softness and hardness have been together for so long, water is still so soft, and stone is still as hard. They are dull together and silent together. There are many, many stories behind the rocks in the water. In the space hidden by time, the stone is soaked in water, the sharp points are becoming dull, the edges and corners are becoming rounded, leaving only agility and vastness. Water and stone are actually interpreting a kind of wisdom, seeing how delicacy wins over roughness, and how warmth wins over the world.

Starlight, pine branches, insects, and the mountains at night are gentle and gentle. The simplicity and gentleness transcend time and the heart. Everything is idle, standing or lying, light or dark. I looked at the wide mountains and fields, the deep colors and the soft sounds. Black is static, wind is flowing, rough and delicate are distributed in the mountains at night, in countless repeated nights.

The most dazzling yellow flowers appear in the most inconspicuous places, not just one or two, but in clusters. The rapeseed flowers raised their smiles above their heads, spending their whole life blooming the brightest hope in the dark brown land. Flowering represents a profound fission. Butterflies have come, bees have come, the sun is warm and the wind is gentle, the green stems and yellow flowers appear. I believe that delicacy and flexibility will give birth to a natural indifference and grace.

I have seen ancient cypresses and know the time. For hundreds of years, the brown branches, green leaves, and ancient cypresses are closely connected with time, and also closely connected with my delicate imagination. Blue birds fly by, green leaves float by, green history passes by, and an ancient cypress becomes an eternal longevity star. The sun and moon carved criss-cross patterns on the ancient cypress, and the ancient cypress supported the sun and moon and became the only totem in this area.

Some reflections are like threads woven by needles. For example, the big branch of a bank tree stretches out countless thin twigs and leaves, which are woven in the water without missing a stitch. It is both wanton and gentle, like a magical skill. General. The reflection of the branches and leaves rippling in the wind will make people want to coexist with it and linger with it. The delicate reflection is a piece of otherworldly scenery. The green shadow is deep and cool, with beauty and wildness, and the lumps cannot be removed.

At first glance and touch, the silk seems to be alive. Dazzling, cool, and graceful, there seems to be a fairy hidden in it. The flowing silk in front of me carries the dazzling beauty of the past life. Seeing the smooth and delicate silk is like seeing the ancient Jiangnan. It is as round and graceful, and it will cause ripples in my chest. Silk, after all, is only separated by a gentle distance from me.

slips over the tip of the tongue, slides down the throat, and penetrates deep into the skin and bones. Sweet red, red sweet, delicate, rich, first swelling, then surging, the red wine has long strangely known its whereabouts. Reality and fantasy are entangled, sadness and joy are entangled, all the troubles and regrets are dyed deep red unconsciously, and then gradually become lighter and lighter, lingering lightly on your cheeks, thus making up for the past with a rounded red. definition.

I picked up the comb, and a few inconspicuous hairs fell to the ground. They gained accidental freedom in the pain. The sad hair was surrounded by huge silence, and turned dark black in the early morning light. I felt that I owed my wandering hair a memory of the forest-like openness, so I gently wrote their fragility into delicate and clear poems.

Good poems probably flow out of water, they are moist, delicate, and a little euphemistic. There are many indescribable ambiguities hidden in the almost transparent sentences, which may fly on the forest tips, fall among the fallen grass, or remain on the water bank. Water flow poems should be youth poems, with a passion and romance in them. When I was a boy, I caught your eyes. It rained all night. Your eyes and my poems overlapped that night, and they have not separated to this day.

The texture of one is very important, it is softer, smoother, and has some plain glitter. Such a texture makes people feel gentle, reliable and close to the skin. The delicate texture has been washed and polished over the years and is pleasing to the eye. Texture can explain everything and prove everything. Profoundness covers shallowness, and simplicity covers complexity. The clarity and lightness after precipitation is so beautiful. The textured spirit is really charming after all.

To be soft, you must have experience. After going through bloody storms and going through thousands of ravines, what you will get will be a clear and soft heart. Softness must be pure, softness must be delicate, softness must be long-lasting, like a flower bud blooming, like a pine standing tall, tough and beautiful, full and bright.

Speaking of colored glaze, there is an unknown sense of transparency and coolness. The glass heart that is dedicated to kindness always makes people feel nostalgic for it, its clean appearance, and its cold understanding. Smooth pieces of colored glass have a simplicity that has gone through many vicissitudes of life, and a reassuring and simple calmness. They reveal their purity when they are warm and moist, and they show their nobility when they are delicate. I hope, I hope that this life will be as quiet as glass and as clear as glass--