Fingertip incense in the time, quietly listen to the years, laying out the memory of the paper, will be some of the soul of the deepest things blotched into color, framed into a painting. A touch of the past, cut a window years, dust all the way, looking at the end of the journey, so that the faint understanding, colorful years of quiet incense.
--Wen/red dust a smile
Night slightly cold, the intention of the appendix, the turn of the eye is another year. By the window according to the column, there are festive fireworks colorful thoughts, curls of tea, dense heart things about the WanYao.
It seems to have been accustomed to such a quiet, surplus a deep thought, looking for their own. Laying out the paper of memory, some of the soul of the deepest things blotched into color, framed into a painting, whether it is good or bad, that is, after all, the soul of their own traces of walking through.
Perhaps, the world is noisy, many past events into the clouds, light tears with the wind, listening to the vicissitudes of the murmur of shallow singing, bitter also, music also, dribs and drabs, are in the white horse in the shallow into a smile.
The flow of time, there must be some what, let us go to cry, to laugh, to pursue, to explore, standing in the thought of the other side of the banishment of the years, shallow pen quietly open, in a trance, those who have walked through the dreams and obsessions, laughs and tears, one by one, in the soul of the window frame, some beautiful love and sadness in the piece of quequeque, slowly release the years of quiet incense.
Slowly realized: life, is a journey, everyone is on the way, everyone is unknowingly passing through the scenery along the way. There are many times, life as water, stone over the place, shocking waves; there are many times, life as a dream, looking back, dream over the sweet. The first thing you need to do is to take a handful of years, those silent past, will be interpreted into the red dust in the deep water, meandering life of the cold and warm.
Walking through the dusty world, gently chanting the uneven flow of years, searching for a dream, always hold up a memory of the Penny. Fingertips condensed incense in the time, quietly listen to the past, "night lying under the pine moon, look at the smoke on the river", some romantic, in the cozy far; "window bright moonlight, suspected of frost on the ground", some of the thoughts, in the Ningxin in the warm and soft;" Night rain into the fall, just on the heart, teach him to cherish the protection of the wind flow", some love, in the sadness of the lingering.
Slowly realized: people in the journey, there are many missed, broken heart; there are many met, never forget. Some infatuation, may be exchanged for a body of exhaustion; some looking for, let it with the wind, perhaps the most true. Some people soul, but suitable to put in the bottom of the heart; some things, gently put down, not necessarily not easy; some walk through, very light, very light, but very painful ......
Looking up to happiness in the words of euphony, polishing the broken days into a string of rounded smiles, pulling a coat of splendor on the waves and singing, put the worry into the wind and let it quietly take away, put the happiness into the clouds and let it quietly melt and expand to the infinity, is not a kind of unparalleled happiness? The heart is as simple as a simple, keep a pool of peace and warmth, with a volume of light, read through the scenery of the road, are in a glimpse in the "stay and go without intention, roaming with the sky outside the clouds rolled Shu clouds".
Slowly realize: life, there are always many ditches need to cross; years, there are always many regrets need to make up; life, there are always many confused need to understand. Life in us, just a drop in the ocean, but carries too much love, gathering and separation, pain and laughter, shouting and searching, because no one knows the ultimate mystery, so our only choice must be: laugh at the wind, laugh at the rain.
Flick a touch of the years, cut a window years, dust all the way to look at the end of the journey, the way forward, do not say that the pain, do not ask the vicissitudes of life, take a casual, forward. No matter when and where, remember: to give a warm side; no matter the wind and rain, remember: to give yourself a smile, light comprehension, quiet fly.
Shear a window of years, send tomorrow
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