"Promise a year, elegant and fragrant" is an online pen name for the fragrant snow Ruolan a prose, the full text is as follows:
Silent dust, sitting alone in a year, elegant as a flower, smell the fragrance of the world, read the gentle poem, enjoy the quiet painting, listen to a rainfall, a shallow interpretation of the city of smoke and fire, the lotus lotus lotus life, an autumn is so quietly walking.
A cup of tea at leisure, when the tea is overflowing, the world stays fragrant, when the tea is tasteless, the shallow interpretation of life. The tea, there are strong and light, warm and cool, but extremely favorite. Life is also like drinking tea, prosperity three thousand, the years are wasted, life has ups and downs, there are floating and sinking, there are brilliant and decadent, as long as the heart has a fragrance, tea flavorless, but also fragrant, as long as the heart of the Lotus Intentions, to give life a bashful, to give the age of a shallow, where life is not sweet
Holding a volume of books, reading the snow Zen's Zen is a branch of the flower, I have released the life. Read the white plum if you are well, is a sunny day, I released the love. Read Eileen Chang's Because I Know, I am Compassionate, and I understand sorrow and happiness. Read Lin Qingxuan's heart of the Bodhi, I half-participation half-enlightenment of the Zen serenity, ''my heart like the autumn moon, the blue pool of clear and bright," the realm of the dust and chaos, a slight smile, the time is like water, my heart is clear
I believe that the words have a soul, there is a scent, really, every time I read these words When you read these words, your heart will follow the beautiful rhyme, a touch of warmth, a wisp of elegance, but also with a touch of shallow happiness and shallow worry. The time of day is gently, in the fingertips of the paddle down, let the years deep, in the season charming, let the years Ran, one by one in the world of charming fragrance.
The red dust is long, the heart is in love, I am in the years, a silent hustle and bustle, a curtain of dust and dreams, a cup of shadow, or thoughts or memories, or sadness or joy, miss an old man, feel a story, or remember a section of the old time, and occasionally write some words to look back on the ripples of the water of the passing of time, the traces of the wheel of the years gone by, enough!
Sit still in the light of day, the heart has been skilful, however, a sum of money can not dream of dust, a word of beauty can not flow, only a heart, a know, to light dust, light world, and light elegant. Only light, the years only beautiful, only leisurely, only incense, quietly watching everything floating, listening to the red dust silence, so that the heart in the natural get released.
A drop of rain, falling on the windowsill, in a flash, transformed into a plain lotus, pure, clear, shallow, elegant, Zen, sitting down to taste, into the spleen, into the heart, and into the soul. A drop of rain, if you think, if you wish, can cool a heart, wash away a dust, and even clear the whole world. At this time, I smelled a fragrant flavor.
A gust of wind, blowing down the flowers and leaves, like a fluttering butterfly, slow dance in the red dust, all the way to the shallow song, although withered in the imminent, but really for the fall added a touch of sweet scenery, aesthetic scattered, is the perfect thing that this imperfect mutilation sculpted the years of this prosperity, into the eyes, into the painting, but also into the flow of the years.
A piece of cloud, leisure to, shallow dance to the end of the world, it's cozy and cheerful, only the sky know, rain know, and their own heart know. Take a piece of cloud and water, banished in the mind of the strangers, and a dust heart, light a dash of lead, Zen elegant life, shallow happy to belong to their own years of fireworks.
A poem, warm heart, such as the lotus text in the ink, dense with a piece of paper, incense stained with red dust brocade. Some people, or gathered or scattered, or read or forget, are nothing more than the red dust of the hasty passers-by, pick up some of the ideas, into the flowers, into the rain, into the smoke, and a wisp of incense, in the bottom of the heart of a flower of thoughts, the only elegant this season of brocade Chinese New Year.
A grain of red dust, dark fragrance sleeves. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. In the dust, brimming with a trace of rain, cool inner, with a touch of thought, warm themselves, singing a city fireworks, dense paper years.
A strand of shallow, paragraph rhyme. A tea, a flower, a drop of ink, a poem, all exudes a shallow charm, a simple fragrance. The time is as light as water, and the years are as beautiful as flowers.
On the road of life, we are running around, in a hurry, guarding their own fireworks, time, in my eyes, gradual aging but elegant, I, in the arms of time, warm and calm.
Often a light heart, quietly watching the red dust, light look at the years, light and light, the heart on the beautiful, beautiful and beautiful, flowers on the open, open and open, the time of the eyes overflowed with a touch of light, Zen state of mind, dispersal of the chaos, decorated with the life of the most elegant line of poetry, which is the life of the most rare enlightenment.
I believe that as long as the heart of the Zen, the flow of years elegant; time shallow, life is not hurt. Set aside the world's smoke and dust, quiet mind, look at the world, listen to the traces of the memory of the past, Xu a years, in the world of blooming peace, there is a flavor in the heart of the cleansing, elegant fragrance.