Time wanders gently, and the sun and moon slowly circulate. The breeze leads memory, the drizzle carries tenderness, the sun shines in front of the window, and the eyebrows are stained with the fragrance of poetry. The wind of the season passes through the courtyard, and the ripples are like a dream; the flowers of the passing years are clustered around you, and the joy in your heart is gentle... ——Inscription
Lives like a dream, and the fireworks are long. Three thousand prosperous times are hard to resist the simple and elegant flowing light; wind, flowers, snow and moon are hard to describe the long-lasting warmth. The sky is light and clouds cannot describe the heart-warming feeling of a glance, mirage cannot support the dream of eternal success. Only the curling smoke in the cooking stove can the most beautiful appearance of life...
distant mountains pillow the smoke and dark tiles guard the green walls. The flowing water twitches the plain strings of time, and the breeze turns the long scrolls of seasons. Butterflies fly through the spring when flowers bloom, dragonflies walk through the green lotus pond, white clouds roll away distant memories, alleys tell moving legends, stars decorate beautiful dreamland, and the moon embraces a happy home...
life hard journey, years are hard. Only when the world is accompanied by fragrance can the passing years produce fragrance. In the slightly drunk spring breeze, hold hands on the fragrance of a tree of flowers; in the quiet summer night, shoulder to shoulder the romance of the full moon; in the clear autumn light, embrace the openness of the autumn water and the long sky; in the warm winter sun, taste the joy of stepping on the snow and looking for plum blossoms...
h, and the years are hazy. Only by clearing away the layers of fog can you see the eyes and eyes of life clearly. When the firewood burns the stove, when the smoke of cooking fires flows across the green mountains, when the night gradually fades away, in a ray of morning light, you can find the motivation to move forward, and in a flower blooms, you can understand the charm of life...
wind blows a line of poetry, rain, and longing falls on the ground. In the days of Qingfen, the banana leaves caused a sudden rain, clouds and smoke grew on the paper, memories condensed into a faint fragrance, old friends turned into a ray of moonlight, their thoughts were thinner and yellow flowers were reduced. The faint fragrance, holding the melancholy eyes, drifting towards the distant horizon...
life is like a play, and play is like life. With the sound of gongs and drums, the curtain of life is opened, thick oil paint is painted, long water sleeves are swung, and the beautiful dance posture is rotated, performing the joys and sorrows of the life of the ugliness and the joys of the ugliness and the joys of the nanny. The stage of life, there will be times when the wind and waves are calm, and the changing world is the norm...
stars light the lamp, the child paints, the running water plays the piano, the koi soars, the daisy whispers, the flowers and moon are shy, the wind passes the fence, and the leaves fall on the windowsill. The night is so soft and warm; the mood is so quiet and so peaceful. Every kind of scenery has an intoxicating fragrance. Every inch of time is the most beautiful lingering...
purple roads and red dust, the sun and moon are colorful. Drink a cup of life and get drunk with misty rain and years. Watch the rise and fall of the tide on the shore of time, the waves walk through the clouds; on the bridge and stack of the passing years, watch the snow of the mountains and fish alone in the cold river; on the cliff of time, watch the flying rain and fallen flowers, and say goodbye to the past. In front of the warm courtyard, gather with relatives and friends, and talk about mulberry and hemp...
The most beautiful scenery in the world is not the luxury of eating bells and cauldrons, but the night talk of bamboo windows with drizzles; it is not the perfume, brocade clothes, BMW, but poetry, wine, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting; it is not the stunning beauty of purples, but the gentleness of silent jade; it is not the encounter of pear blossoms like snow, but the staying together through thousands of sails...
million fireworks, pure and earthly feelings. Food and business from all directions are just a bowl of fireworks on earth. Only by savoring the ups and downs of the past can you sip the most beautiful joy in the world. A coincidence is just a chance encounter. Only by reading all the joys and sorrows can you deeply experience the coldness and affection of the world...
may you and me, carrying the light of life, wander in front of the courtyard of the season, leaving a beautiful and shallow arc. Get a glass of water in the morning, a cup of tea in the afternoon, plant a seed in spring, and harvest tens of millions of fields in autumn. Live a prosperous life and nourish your soul. Use true love to brighten the heart of the years, and use true love to warm the shallow years...
