The flowers bloom, containing a kind of sadness. The birds flew through the wilderness, and the springs flowed under the sun. I saw the bright red fruits flashing under the shade of the trees. The earth changed its appearance. The birds flying over the wasteland were taking a nap. Listen to the whispers of the spring water, from ancient times to the present, it has seen all life and death, but the era of the pride of heaven is gone forever, and the birds can only fly as soon as possible.
I stared at a leaf on the branch shining with a ray of light. It was silently waiting for its partners, weaving together into a dense net of green shade to cover up impetuousness, predicting the future, listening to the cicadas roaring, insects sing, and young buds blooming, The true meaning of life and death, the melodious bells floated from a faraway place to ears. Oh, it was just dawn.
A gentle coolness rose around me, sometimes near and sometimes far away, as if there were or not, looking at the sky, pool water, sunshine... One day I will merge into this eternal silence, and the lush forests are getting closer and closer to me. The farther away, the melancholy imagined the footprints of human beings, and the place where they had never been before, there was a vulture flying. What a noble thing it was.
Love, bright as flowers, love, flowing as water, the longing soul hides in the quiet and empty spiritual castle, looking for every inch of soft light, the rich feelings slowly settle down, the heart arises with the fate, misses, and never dissipates for a long time... and inadvertently, with The life of flowers dancing together presents not only the fragrance of flowers and birds, but also the warm sun.
