Author: Qing He's Notes The world of mortals is turning around, and the flowers are blooming. They are always filled with too many unexpected encounters, a passing glance, the warmth of mist and rain, and never leaving after walking through thousands of rivers and mountains. With

Author: Notes of Qinghe

The world is turning around, the flowers are blooming, and it is always filled with too many unexpected encounters, a passing glance, the warmth of mist and rain, walking together through thousands of rivers and mountains. I can never leave my companionship, but I hope that in this life, I can have peace and quiet in my time, and I can have warmth in my fleeting years.

Your heart is clean and your love is like a lotus. Maybe there are many people in this world who can surprise your time, but they can and are willing to stay by your side until your years gradually become gentle. I will cry with you and laugh with you. Waiting with you, blooming with you, there may be only one person in your life.

Outside the mortal world, there is warmth and joy. Time has diluted everything in the past, and the years have smoothed away the original traces. Whether it is happiness or sadness, it is just forgotten by time in the fireworks of the world without a trace. Dip a handful of Zen thoughts into the ink, calmly, and write down every story.

It’s a beautiful summer with you. I brew a cup of tea and let my thoughts permeate the boundless dark night through the rising fragrance. I have always been sketching ink paintings that belong only to you and me in my own world. I don’t ask anyone to understand, I just hope that all my thoughts will bloom a Zen lotus...

Encounter in the world of mortals, the fragrance of lotus and the fragrance of ink, loving you has always been a fate in my life. The passing years are beautiful, we have traveled through the charm and wildness of the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, walking between the words, the ink rhyme is clear, the eyebrows are silent, and the love flows quietly between the lines...

Meet on the road to spend time together, like, I will put you in the softest corner of my heart, and my joy will be hidden deep in my heart. Although we have never met each other and have not interacted too much, in fact, you have always been the beautiful scenery deep in my heart, romanticizing the ordinary of every fireworks day for me.

A piece of flower language, dyed with ink and fragrant, moisturizing a soft, warm and fragrant picture of life. Time is like water, on the ridge of memory, charming the fragrant thoughts. If possible, I will use the pen of time to write the most beautiful encounter in my heart; I will use the years to make notes to treasure the fragrance of the first encounter all the way!

The years are quiet, and the years are passing by. I lean on the corner of the season, relying on the fragrance of words, and sway the water-like feelings into the grace of the pen tip. Overcoming the joys and sorrows of the mortal world, bypassing the eyebrows without regrets, gently gathering, with a wisp of flower fragrance, the thoughts of morning bells and evening drums are collected in the silhouette of the years.

The time is pale, and the shadows of the flowers are slightly cool. Tonight, according to the moonlight, I write about the thoughts of falling flowers, and let a trace of longing fall into your shoulders. After passing through the mountains and rivers in the fleeting years, we who are willing to taste all the fireworks in the world can still watch the beauty of life as before with a dust-free heart!

Time is like poetry, and time is like painting. Each period of time carries the past of sadness or joy. Those past events that have been accumulated by fleeting years have enriched the soul and softened the memory! At this moment, my heart feels warm, and I have the obsession to wait for the flowers to bloom, and the foreshadowing of the past fades away in the years.

In the midsummer time, the greenery flows, leaning on the green dream, with a light and warm fragrance, flickering on and off, resting on the edge of the dream. I still walk in the world of words, using words to accumulate small emotions of joy or sorrow. At this time, we are always here, warming each other and completing each other.

On the road of life, the scenery is infinite, and there will always be a place that is an irreplaceable beauty in our hearts. Perhaps, meeting him is the best chance in fate, and when he thinks of it, his eyes turn green. Summer flowers are fragrant, not stained by dust, enjoy the blooming quietly, and spend the passing years peacefully...

Midsummer in July, welcome to visit, the small window has a quiet breeze, half a lotus shadow, I am busy at work, and I don't reply well, please forgive me, thank you for reading, Qinghe wishes you all the best...