Author: Zimo
June wind is soft and delicate, blowing through my white shirt, time is like water, the colorful scenery, resting under the shade of trees, the green grass, my exposed ankles, I already feel a hint of coolness.
It's cool, the moonlight comes up to the window, under the melting moonlight, I lean against the window, in my contemplation, I am like a butterfly, lonely and small.
Clouds are floating, sometimes far and sometimes near, making the stars flickering unclear, but there is a cunning mystery. And I thought I was tired and I went to bed when I saw it.
The morning light is dim, and the dew is already standing on the tip of the grass, like a string of lanterns hanging, crystal clear and without any obscurity. They lit up the dawn according to their own ideas.
Flower vines crossed the end of the wall, climbed over the wall and reached the other end of the fence. Regardless of their own pain, they still bloomed brightly.
Several petals fell helplessly, without much complaints, just engraved their most beautiful appearance in the depths of the season, like a seal, rolling into the earth and sealing it with the plants and trees.
Silent time, simple feelings, clear years, falling time, the scenery of the seasons is like flowers and beautiful, and the scenery of life is like water and passing years.
Time and time are close to each other. I am leaning against a quiet place in a daze, reading and writing, tasting tea and listening to music. The sorrow in my bones has grown plain white flowers, otherwise? This is not just a preference, but also a firm love.
Days fall on the edge of a cup of tea, the rain is cool, listen to the rain across the season, recall your own story, you hear that drop of rain come from the past, and then silent again, this silence belongs to me, otherwise, how could I understand the rain’s confession and the pain in my heart.
Home years are slightly cool, dripping, and a sigh, thunder explodes, and I feel it is more like a flower blooming from the sky.
Imaginate with one breath and one breath, and describe the scenery outside the world in a small . The summer rain awakens the color of the grass and becomes a green sentence, pleasing to the eyes with green and moistening the heart with rain.
Chu tea in hand, light rain in heart. Everything in the world is worth it and everything is regretful. Respecting one's own heart and accepting the wonderfulness of the world and one's own imperfection is a happy time.
content with life, love yourself, and bravely pursue the life you long for, even if the power of life is insignificant, even if the years are long, they still travel day and night, just because of the beauty.
The years have grown old, time passes like water, nostalgic people seem to be lonely, but in fact, the spring breeze is still swaying on the ruins, and lonely people have never missed the beauty and wasted their years.
says that there is joy in the world. How should this Qinghuan look like? I think there should be flowers and plants embellishments, quiet and tranquility, peace of mind, sunshine, fragrance of flowers, fragrance of tea, fragrance of heart, compassion for years, pure hearts, and abundant life!
Pour a glass of wine from the world, remove the burden of the past, and clear the past. For the rest of the days, I will use my heart to mark the ink, write the passing years, and use my sincere heart to draw my mountains, rivers and years.
Poetic life, full of joy, I prefer to follow the seasons, ask the wind and rain, and ask the years and life, what is the most important thing?
Time is speechless, but the ending has been written. You just need to follow the window, listen to the wind and rain, and find a peach blossom land for your soul. Even if it is just a moment, it is enough to properly place the troubled life, and you will understand the good intentions of the years.
Feng Zikai " Yuanyuantang Essays ": "To see life in nature, you must discover yourself in every grass and tree, so you must promote its sympathy, popularize all nature, and affectionate transforms all nature."
When quiet, life is as peaceful as a leaf, when the wind blows, life is as beautiful as a flower. On ordinary days, with a plain heart, follow the fireworks of the world, and follow the seasons, sit quietly and quietly, on the road with a rich fragrance of flowers, continue to search, and is also quiet and warm.
counts the joy given by the years, and every day, watch the time flow, watch the flowers sway, and clean up the trivialities of life with a grateful heart.
I look forward to the beauty growing in the days, tenderness is in the heart between my eyebrows, happiness is around me, and I am only responsible for smiling like a flower.
carry half of the fragrance of poetry into the depths of the season. What enters my eyes are flowers and plants. I walk into the territory of summer flowers, watching over the blooming and falling of flowers in a season. Don’t ask me if I understand, the wind will remember the fragrance of flowers in the passing years.
Looking at the flowing clouds in the sky, without hesitation, taking away a rain, leaving behind the whiteness of the passing years. Under the brilliant sunshine, it will still leave a blue and clear sky.
The richness of the heart can decorate the joy of the world; as long as the heart is poetic and far away, it can keep the mind from ageing, and life will not lose its direction and beauty due to the complexity and triviality of the world.
You should know that anyone’s life is half mist and half sunshine. The human heart is inherently untainted, and the heart is clear and clear.
Open the window of the four seasons. Spring is full of spring, summer is gorgeous, autumn is abundant, winter is hidden, the scenery of the passing years is thick or thin, walking in the mark of time, all the changes are the impermanence of life.
The wind and frost of years are deep or shallow, paving the foundation for the heaviness of life and engraving the joys and sorrows of life all the way. The moon has its phases, flowers have its prosperity and withering, and life is ups and downs. The warmth and coldness scattered in the passing years will eventually be settled into tenderness by the years and cherished in the heart.
This year, the flowers on the trees are no longer on the branches last year. The time I have read, and in the poem book of time, just a few pages are all the only scenery. Looking back at life, there is always a kind of poetry that suits the most, that is, Su Shi , looking back, I always go back. There is no wind, rain or sunshine.
bai Luomei wrote in "If you are well, it will be sunny": "The true peace is not to avoid the hustle and bustle of cars, but to cultivate the fence and plant chrysanthemums in your heart. Even though it is like the past, the sound of waves remains the same every day. As long as we eliminate our obsession, we can be quiet and peaceful."
Therefore, do not think about the past and do not fear the future. The interest of life is to cultivate the fence and plant chrysanthemums in your heart, treat everything in life with an interesting heart, and dig out the beauty in it, and be content with the present.
Xuyoushi time, enjoy alone, your heart is as clear as water, your mind is clear, and your heart is turbid will be dim. If your original intention does not change, your mind will realize that everything has Zen and is the joy of life.
Mood and mentality constitute the realm of life, and all beauty comes from the heart. Ignorance and attachment, resentment and hatred will only make the heart uneasy and uneasy. If you have warmth in your heart and light in your eyes, you can enjoy the joy of the whole life.
Remember Lin Qingxuan said in "The Celestial Singing of the World": "Every good place, good mood, and good hope are all Buddhist temples!"
Only by letting go and letting go can you be relaxed and natural. Life is a thought of heaven and hell. A wise life is not lost in the thought of heaven and hell. Beauty is in the heart, which means happiness.
For the rest of your life, letting go of worries will make you happy, and your mood will make you happy will make you happy. Time is quiet and happiness is around you, like flowers blooming where you pass by every day. If you understand it, it is the best joy and beauty.
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