A sound of sycamore leaves and autumn, a little banana a little joy. The clouds and mountains have meaning, the flowing water has feelings, the blue clouds and the sky are floating, the yellow leaves are floating, the autumn wind is rising, and the north geese fly south and the autumn is strong.
Autumn goes and autumn returns again, and the wind blows and leaves fall again. All the people in the world have always loved the charm of flowers blooming and beautiful, and I seem to love the solemn and desolate beauty of the endless fallen trees.
Living peacefully and happily is a particularly lucky thing, just like this quiet and beautiful autumn, you can meet beautiful people, understand each other, miss each other, watch the ups and downs of the world, enjoy the cycle of flowers blooming and fading, and then grow old with everything.
Many times, we are always used to appreciating the blooming and prosperity of flowers, and I am more in love with the clearness and brilliance of the wind and the residual lotus as smoke. It is the faint coolness and freedom of the crescent moon like water after the dew is washed away, and the depth and thickness of the prosperity after the dew is gone.
likes to travel alone, like the feeling of the soul being exiled, and likes the situation of being integrated with nature. Life is like a dream, body is like a floating cloud, heart is like a flying catkin, everyone comes to the world, and some people encounter it, turn around and forget it, just like a sudden encounter on this journey; some people pass by it, and they must look back, just like the gaze of a stunning gaze during the walk.
Tagore said that only when we truly fall in love with this world can we truly live on this world. When I began to exert softness and affection for daily scenery, I really began to like and fall in love with this seemingly cold but actually affectionate world, and I also began to think about and understand the matter of "love". After all, humans are different from plants. They have emotions and thoughts. When they reach a certain age, they will eventually begin to think about the meaning of life and the true meaning of life.
Whenever I enjoy the time of a person and appreciate the feeling that people can imagine, I can't help but think deeply about how many times I have to miss it in my previous life and how many years of life I have to wait for a long time to get an unexpected encounter? What kind of worldly relationship can make two hearts separated by the world so tacitly understand?
Those silent warmth, silent touch, and spiritual understanding can always make your eyes moist and your blood boil. That kind of love once in a lifetime is enough to warm the coldness and regrets of a lifetime.
I was shocked to find that I didn’t show my lovesickness, but it turned out that it was just because it was so deep in my bones. Autumn is the season of missing and the season of harvest. Missing is the most beautiful taste in the world, and time can always bring a brilliant halo to every beautiful emotion.
Sunset sunset, and the reeds on both sides of the west wind. Even though time is ruthless, love is always warm. If love is a practice, then our lives will surely be bathed in the light of love and move towards the Bodhi of life.
Autumn is here, and the fruit of love is more mature, just like the rice ears with low eyebrows in the autumn wind, heavy and heavy, playing a hymn of harvest under the vastness of the autumn water and the sky.
Autumn is here, and the whole world seems to be quiet. Autumn is a mellow wine, permeating the taste of longing; Autumn is a beautiful poem, filled with the fragrance of longing. The clear sky, a line of egrets climbed into the blue sky, the autumn wind rose, the clouds were flying, the thoughts were flying, and my heart also flew to the other side with you...
