Life is like a cup of mellow five flavors of wine, so that people sometimes drunken eyes, such as drunkenness, floating in the sky. Sometimes, you have to drink to get rid of your sorrows, and then you can get drunk, and you can't wake up from your drunken dreams. Wine to the song, the geometry of the years, drinking alone poetry as a friend, night drinking the moon hazy, read not understand life, can not solve the life. The only way out of the trivial environment, leaving the red wine and green dust, in the fields, mountains, rivers, ponds, the body and mind from the world and materialistic desire to interfere, so that the heart and nature as one, the sea of the heart only to feel a piece of clarity, clarity, quiet. Only in this desireless state of mind, drinking life's multi-flavored wine, to be truly intoxicated. The fragrance, the taste, the color, the rhyme, the feeling, stay beside the body, and echo for a long time.
The wine of childhood, like a high-level drink filled with honey, drink a mouthful of sweetness in the bottom of the heart, dry a cup of sprinkles all over the earth. It is the giggle in the sleep, it is the river bare butt catching fish and shrimp satisfaction, it is the peach blossom pink cheeks, it is the playboy climbed the treetops screaming, it is the chickens and ducks of the farmyard, it is the apple, duck and pear hanging full of branches of the orchard. Cup after cup, the more you drink the more cozy, the more you drink the more intoxicated. Childhood dreams even though poor, but very full, although not stunning, but very friendly, although not earth-shattering, but very cozy, really extraordinarily cherish. Childhood dreams are innocent, honest and joyful. Listening to the soul of the holy beauty of the rhyme, how to call people to forget and forget, self-indulgence. The pure world is exquisite, a thousand cups of wine do not return, how extravagant, life is forever fixed in this carefree moment of joy.
However, the spring is too short, so that the pale rush is not yet fun, summer crazy hot palms, mercilessly pushed on the track of adulthood, the body's increase in the expansion of the wheel of the year, in the face of the colorful world, really a little overwhelmed, at a loss. Take up the youthful spirits, look around, look at the future, and full of curiosity and longing, with the help of alcohol, a head into the harbor of God's secret adventure, unreservedly shaking the Ru sailing. There are eagles spreading their wings to fly to the sky, and there are steeds galloping the world's ambition.
The first taste of the wine of love, the moment the soul is drunk, doubly felt the sky is blue, the dream is sweet, the clouds are colorful, the world of all things are mine. Flowers in front of the moon, I love each other, if in the sea of love, addicted to the world of love, wine is not drunk, people from the drunkenness, self is the fate of the favorite, the cause of the baby. Staying in the harbor of love, fascinated by the intoxicating scenery, praying for time to stop the shore, life is always good.
Autumn, should be the season of harvest, who knows that given to the end of the helpless, bitter wine. The carpet of yellow leaves piled up drowned out the once laughter, a gentle rain, drenched in the once tenderness, bright moonlight, missing the beautiful appearance of the past. The actual. The wind, the material in the rain, scrape away the innocent love, drenched away the sincere hot love, the beautiful fairy tale has been blurred. Originally thought, as long as love will have results, there will be a beautiful picture. The fact declared, you are not my lifelong docking harbor, but only in life, walking in a hurry tourists. Drunken eyes, years of old wine broken a ground, hurt a heart. The thick wine gas, long lingering drunken loneliness.
Drunk in the late fall, a piece of fallen leaves all yellow, a trace of cool chill, time and time again the tide rises and falls, a return to the sad and happy. The love is always hurt by the injury to the intoxication, why the dash will not be a little bit. Life has too many regrets, too much helplessness, too much loss and gain. At this moment, really drunk, and drunk in a mess, nothing.
Winter, accompanied by snowflakes flying all over the sky as scheduled. It has no spring childishness and naivety, no summer warmth and persistence, but inherited the coolness and maturity of the fall. Being in the white and flawless world, the earthly lake suddenly became calm and indifferent, calm, quiet,. Only the heart really calm, in the face of life's unpredictable flowers, in the face of the fate of the test of torture, will be able to cope with, the courage to accept.
Life is hard to get a few times drunk, drunk after knowing that the wine is thick, love after knowing the heavy, not abandoned how to know how to cherish, only through the trials and tribulations, in order to train out of the perseverance of the character, cherish every trace of life in the throbbing, cherish the side of each landscape, grateful for the life, smiled and continue, all the way to the life of a smile, so that the life of the wine will always emit a dazzling endless aroma.