More thoughts, choose a quiet place to live, find a pure land, choose a life of being alone, and pretend that this winter cold has nothing to do with me. I can still keep warmth and wait for you to tell me one day that I once fell in love with you. A flower caught my eyes like this, and a story began with a gorgeous beginning. Even if it was like fog and smoke, I wish I could fall asleep with the faint fragrance every night. The thin wind rolled over the back of the distant mountain, passed the loneliness of the withering flowers, and encountered a wisp of soul sitting between the grass leaves, and then hugged each other tightly in a creeping shape. I seemed to see that a certain year, the tears shed for someone were still meditating in the dream as thin as a cicada's wings, insisting on not leaving the curtain, like a word of promise engraved on the yellowing book of time.
More thoughts, pick up a few frost flowers, cook two cups of tea, drink one cup alone, and leave one cup for the moonlight. You said, how ridiculous the love in this world should be. The person you love the most is always in the distance, and the wandering footsteps are hurt by thorns. When you come and go, you will be filled with tears. I said, how can this love be interpreted in a few words? Some encounters cannot be forgotten even if they are left in my heart. Who knows that fate comes and goes is just an illusion, sorrow or joy is powerless to take responsibility, and the body and mind are lonely and confused. In the end, we and the years will eventually suffer losses. The passing years are like water, and the flowers fade and bloom. How many people are worth waiting for, and how many feelings are not covered by the smoke and dust of time.
When I ran away in a panic from the memories of the old year, I realized that the gap left in life was only endless emotion. Perhaps, the person outside the camera will only remember once after a season, standing in the courtyard filled with flowers and leaves in late autumn, through the misty distant mountains. Then, with a gentle call, there is no sound of orioles or a pretended kindness, and there will be a response that is neither far nor near, and brings warmth with the wind. So the charm of the white water of the clear tea begins to spread between your fingers. Don’t dislike this dullness. Only dullness is the warmest fireworks in the world. It is the true heart, the true self, and the true nature. It will also comfort the chaos and walk through the passing years together.
When the day was forcibly divided by the night and the day, I thought, I might gradually calm down into the mixed feelings of Sumo, and gradually forget some of the sadness that the years have added to me, just like the broken spider web in the corner. When the years fade away and the wind and the moon turn cold, who will remember that it has used up all its ultimately woven gorgeous costumes. And I, with the background of my years and the warm fragrance of time, may I be forgotten in the breaking sound of the setting sun, or in the distant grassland of fireworks. But I don’t complain. In fact, time just throws me on the road, but my world has never been completely deserted. My heart, whether it is the rain in the autumn or the flying leaves, is walking tenaciously in the village of time, like the grass on the street, growing brightly every year.
Sometimes, facing the hurried moment of time, I feel confused, just like weeds in the desert, water flows through and grows wildly. Those little thoughts and slight storms are gradually becoming stronger in the gaps in the heart. If they are not trimmed in time, how can there be a rich scenery to decorate the countryside? As people's thoughts are thicker and thicker as they age, the calmness of their hearts may pass inch by inch. Only by trying to find a understanding, throw all the uneasy emotions to last night, leaving only a little light, may the most beautiful mood break out, and may the brilliance of your own colorful branches full of wind. Then, with a pure smile, facing the bright sunshine blooms one by one. Time will always be kind and kind because of understanding. If the heart is free from dust, there will be infinite poetry gradually growing with the sunshine.
Sometimes, facing the changes of the seasons, it is like the geese crossing the cold pond, with a few geese roaring around the lotus pond, and the flying flowers fall one after another, sinking into the dream of the long autumn sky, gathering the spreading time into a cold gaze. The traditional and simple changes were replaced, and my heart slowly drifted, and a sigh made me sad. Looking at the bright moon in the middle of the river, the orchids float on the light boat, the long sound of the piano is calm and unhurried, and I am with the end of time. However, there is no next time in life, no chance to start over, no pause to continue.Sometimes, if you miss the present, you will never have a chance.
In fact, everyone's heart lives in a journey of mountains and rivers, a period of brocade years, and a gentle man lives, like a breeze blowing through the eyebrows and the ends of his hair, then takes root, sprouts, scabs, and weathers into a tattoo, deeply implanted in his muscles and bones, keeping the lines of love peacefully and quietly. The Buddha said that waiting is the oldest dialogue between a person and a heart. Whether it is love, hate, or the end, it will be buried by time. Therefore, instead of waiting for the mountains, rivers, years and years are blooming, it is better to wait for a redemption between yourself and your heart. In this way, it can be regarded as a perfection of cause and effect merit in a lifetime. And I think waiting should be the longest confession. We extract the story of love from the palm lines, and write it into a scripture, lying it piously every day. One day, we will read the warmth of the rich, compassionate obsession, and read the deep love of this life.
In fact, life is short. When you can give love, give love, and perceive love, you must not let down the ability of "love". If you have been walking for a long time and still unable to see hope, then change the direction; if you have thought about it for a long time and still entangled in your heart, then choose to let go; if you have been intimate for a long time, but cannot feel sincerity, then choose to leave; if you have been living for a long time, you still cannot feel happiness, then choose to change. After all, after walking a long journey, you will always understand and experience some things to see some people clearly; those who meet are true friends, and those who never leave are true feelings. In fact, sometimes people only need a resonance, a little understanding, a comfort, a companionship, and a heartache. The so-called happiness: it means that someone can understand it and affection can keep it! Time splashes ink and leaves shadows, time passes without traces. I have no intention and turn around, and don’t speak softly and trustfully again.
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