The sun is no longer warm, but it is still bright. It passes through the thousands of lonely flowers in full bloom in the courtyard. It floats in like a breeze, but it can't startle a little dust. It is hung with a thousand years of eternal laughter and anger.
The heart is always like a fallen leaf, floating and falling. On the leaves that are not easily picked up, full of water drops are falling, glittering and shining.
It is said that sadness is also a kind of beauty. It floats gently like catkins, floats dreamily and endlessly, and the dancing music symbol quietly runs over the soul.
What kind of safe state of mind is lost in the dust? Time passes in a hurry. Although I light a heart lamp for myself, my heart is bright and warm. Although my thoughts float away with the ethereal song, I still stand in the boundless earth. Where am I? The moonlit window lattice reflects my silent heart.
Don't drink Mengpo soup when you cross the Naihe bridge! Can think, how many people are so infatuated with the earth, how much love, how much attachment, so hard to forget. I once dreamed that I had died countless times. When I crossed the Naihe bridge, I always woke up again and again when I picked up the bowl of soup. I just felt my whole body trembling and tears across my face. I know that I have to give up too much. I will never drink when I die.
The attachment in the earthly world and the sigh in the attachment are filled with endless blankness and complexity in the earthly world. On earth, can the love dancing with your fingertips last forever?
Quietly meditating, soul flying, gently shaking the coffee in my hand, the strong fragrance fills the room, slowly feeling the bitterness and fragrance, misting my soft thoughts, listening to the heart song quietly at midnight,
The leisurely feeling interprets an inner call. In the quiet world, you can quietly feel every bit of moving. The wind and frost of the earth and the dust of the world are quietly stripped off. All the souls lead the dream rope and disappear with the flying fallen leaves. In the light state of mind, you can feel the passionate, elegant and happy world. How many times you stop and look back, just feel it quietly & hellip& hellip; Drizzle, grass grows and Orioles fly, wind, flowers, snow, moon and clouds are misty, lying quietly in a corner of my heart, leaving a tender comfort and a touch of lingering in my heart & hellip& hellip;
Turning around and looking back, happiness flows in an indifferent and calm state of mind, waiting for me to understand. Love is as fresh as a stream, flowing in my memory, quietly walking through the annual rings of the season, accompanying, moving, warm and comfortable emotions, tacit understanding and beauty. A wisp of soft breeze, elegant white clouds and flying snowflakes play the beautiful encounter in life, an attachment, a sincerity and a comfort.
In this cold winter, despite the cold, I hope I am the snowflake, melting me, loving me, caring for me, hurting me, getting used to me, spoiling me, life, life, eternal promise, always verifying the topic of immortality. How far is it forever? Who can know? Or cherish the beauty of each ring and season.