Time as a finger of quicksand, in the fingertips slowly slipped away, but left the paper full of unbearable sad words, I do not know how much of the past deep into my memory of this withered pen, in the yellowing of the photographs splashed with a light smear; I do not know how much of what was once the past, withered in the long wait for a more I do not know how much uncertainty and waiting, and those who can not speak of sighs, and ultimately drowned in this! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Walking through the corner of the season, look at the depths of time, the warmth of the gently crossed; has always believed that the color of life is to rely on their own regulation, is to rely on their own grasp, those who miss, read and do not miss, want and do not want to think about it, will be in the bottom of the heart to store. There is about the past, can only faintly remember, there is about the future, and only let nature take its course, do good on their own can be ...... so, the heart will be safe, the love is more warm.
Unable to walk into the light of this season, interpretation of the number of sad and happy? I would like to quietly guard the heart of this city, guarding their own paper this pure pen and ink, to decipher those annoying distress!
Light with the moonlight rolled away dust, leaving endless loneliness wandering ...... At that moment, I was left with only a sigh of relief, "Why is it that the dream is gone, but it's just three thousand years? The first time the stranger to see the flower dream back to the rotation why is still the original point?" In order to these answers I am willing to give up their own dreams, just hope that a ray of sunshine in the heart has been beside the body!
Never dared to imagine the fragments of the dream in the dim moonlight as light as a feather, a gentle blow are dissipated, I know, the prosperity has passed, full of despair in the falling leaves drifting, this moment to find the quiet beauty is also a peaceful state of mind! Sense of leaf fall, I slowly no longer irritable.
Sunset twilight, heavy beauty, the beauty of some of the vicissitudes of life, quiet a little bleak; faded prosperity, will be the last bit of splendor, pouring in the sunset in the tail, thanks to the fall of the eternal beauty of the afterglow, a light touch, a soft wisp, silent taste; look back, ferry bridge twilight in the water side, life, all the parties may be in the shedding and not to give up between the Zen enlightenment slowly, and that's all.
Forgot who said that "flowers will eventually fall, the leaves fall empty, the years eventually become a period of time that can not be returned to the fuzzy forgot who said that "flowers will eventually fall, the leaves fall empty, the years eventually become a period of time that can not be returned to the fuzzy fade is a faint thought;" So no matter how many years, we are still willing to choose to stand at this end of time, calm and quiet waiting for the time of the morning sun, gazing at everything in front of us, with the clouds and the wind gradually fade away, all the dust past in the warmth of the sun in the sunshine of the sun slowly released! The new day will be a new life!
Tranquility is appropriate, fragrant and faraway, suitable for a person to give all the emotions to the pen and ink, just quiet, listening to the butterflies and warblers crowing, slowly turn the ancient poetry, perhaps that has been thousands of years of heart dense in the color of the tea, quietly, shallow ...... Stranded in the night, quietly listening to the wind, no matter how far back in time, regardless of the ray of sunshine in the not, at that moment I still feel the memory of this time as warm as the light!
Who wrote "in the text to read life, there will be more a bright, people live in a state of mind, life is tired and not tired, depending on their own state of mind, life is a mirror, you laugh it laughs, you cry he cried, every day only to see how much to lose will not be happy to see how much to have to feel happy. Read carefully indeed!
Flower fragrance moist pen, warm sun do ink, quietly pick up the beauty of that left behind, in the text to feel the sound of a flower blossom, the Zen enlightenment of the leaf fall, will be like water slowly deciphered, in the lintel of the years to smear a thick and thin appropriate scroll.
If time can be ground, the intermittent mood, renewed into a long poem soothing thin cool, placed in the center of the stream, day by day, year by year, cherish the heart that a trace of warmth, with a lifetime over again time, shallow love, quiet exploration ;I wish all peace!
There are too many regrets in life, just look up, gradually approaching dusk, dusk and sunset, sunset, western mountains, western mountains faraway ...... The only thing left to think about, but let me inexplicably think of "this love can wait to become memories, just then has been confused".
Life is long, but we always miss the most beautiful scenery along the way, youth in the confusion in the direction of losing, only a persistent heart in that do not know the solution to the road to insist. The spirit has a support, aggression can be said, the heart has a home, life is not adrift.
Growth is an experience, maturity is a kind of experience, perhaps everyone will grow, but not everyone will be mature. A mature person, not for the gain and joy, not for the loss and sad; not because of the fame and fortune and no one, not because of the fame and groveling; a mature person, can take responsibility, know gratitude, peace of mind, calm and relaxed.
The warmth of time can eventually pass through the virtual desolation; the story of the red dust, will eventually open the faint dark fragrance.
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world.