Text & Photography (cell phone photo) Tassel
The hour of dawn? First Wake
Midsummer, early morning.
Wake up at the hour of dawn. Outside the window, there are cries of insects and birds, varying in strength, far and near.
The sound of cicadas has awakened many dreamers in the world.
I turned over and got out of bed, opened the curtains, and there was a slight sunrise in the sky.
Open the window, and the cool wind came in headlong.
Yikes!
The sun is still dreaming, and the sky is gray.
Outside the window, the grass also woke up, shaking his head is practicing in the morning. The eyes are green.
The hour of the morning? Kitchen
Dress up. Wash your hands and make soup.
The gas stove, the fire is slightly blue. It is not like the former mountain village morning and evening cooking smoke, like Hada winding in front of the house, curling in the forest, slowly disappeared into the sky.
At this time in front of the stove, the water in the pot "grumble" sang a happy song, white steam twisting the body of the enchanting, the earth's fireworks to enjoy alone.
Not long ago, a pot of yellow millet porridge boiled.
Oh, so fragrant!
With a white porcelain bowl of millet porridge, half a plate of small onions mixed with tofu, a dish of their own pickled millet pickled peppers, two hard-boiled eggs, three slices of toasted steamed buns dry, four-way dining table, mixed flavors, six colors, seven modulation, put a fine taste, long time to eat not tired, very happy.
Unexpectedly, it has a sense of the long years of Qingping.
Yes, so sweet!
A dan and a dipper, how much of the life of oligophobia is enriched.
At this moment, the sky seems to be open to the light, a clear and transparent, the sun has been quietly spread out, such as a brocade satin, bright and smooth, ironing heart window.
Ho, so beautiful!
The time of the year? Catch the market
After dinner, go out and purchase.
Loud and clear. The sun was strutting its stuff, showing off its invincible penetrating power.
A tree shade, like a ubiquitous sieve, sieve down the light and shadow, sieve down the wind, sieve down the birdsong, but also sieve down the earth's "Qingming Shanghe Tu".
Yo, so cute!
The vegetable market is already bustling.
All the way to see, the green cucumber, white radish, yellow potatoes, purple eggplant, red tomatoes, water spirit clean and neat, it is refreshing. There are also meat, seafood, daily necessities, hardware and local products, green plants and pets and other stalls, a wide range of everything. The crowd, men and women, young and old, in and out, crowded, bargaining, southern accent, yelling and selling, rough and soft, and that high chanting music, woven into a symphony.
Ha, good!
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. These, however, do not have the slightest sense of incongruity, permeated with the complicated but simple life image, highlighting the natural joy, peace of mind, satisfaction and happiness as it happens.
The life like plain water, the waves are not shocking, but because of its mild, trivial and moist, informative, life is only wind and water, life is a constant source, life is endless.
Mundane nature. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Simple is the true meaning of life, simple is the tone of life, simple is the well-being of life.
Midday? Serving the flowers
Return from shopping and serve the flowers.
The flowers and plants on the balcony and in the floating windows are patronized many times a day. And tending to them, they are disposed of on demand every other day.
Everything beautiful is fascinating and intoxicating.
Summer, is the world of jasmine and gardenia. The light scent and the rich fragrance fill almost the entire summer.
Jasmine, like water, like fertilizer, like light, as long as the demand is met, after the flower sheds shed branches, will reward you with a crop and a crop of endless flowering.
That four seasons gardenia and peony gardenia, although only flowers bloom season, but to ensure that its flowers are large, fragrant flowers, can not be left to grow, must be in accordance with the habit, careful scientific service, Fang Suishui wish.
When the flowers, daylight is more dense and soft, and then look at them, green branches and leaves, still swaying in the wind lush. Huh, so prosperous!
Flowers and plants in the fall, bearing the memory of how much wither and glory.
Before the hour? Dusting
Sweep, return to organize.
After tending to the flowers and plants, grab a mop and rag.
Outside the window, the sun is abundant, and the cicadas are in high spirits. Enjoying the natural cheerleaders, mopping the floor and wiping down the tables and chairs seems to be more energetic and fulfilling.
The washing machine, rhythmically and happily roaring. The clothes on the drying rack on the balcony are taken down, one by one, smoothed, folded, and returned to the place.
Tied a ponytail. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of ponytails and pin them on a jade-like jasmine flower.
Passing by the fish tank, occasionally with the fish to say a few words, the dog heard, jealousy, wagging his tail at you barking a few times, and then lying on the floor, take the eye glanced at you a few times, then ignorantly doze.
All of this, all people smile, heart happy. Inadvertently, the little song is hummed out of the mouth.
"I love you China" "I and my motherland" ...... a familiar and friendly melody, one after another flew out of the heart.
Shenshi? Practice writing
In front of the case, burning incense, pro post.
In the inverted incense burner, add the tower incense, light sandalwood, along with the curling white smoke, scattered around, a long fragrance, purified the taste of the world, people's heart and God's peace.
Spread white rice paper, take the pen, soak in water, wet pen; then, read the post carefully, understand the chest, ink; meditation post, breathlessness, a breath of air. Or simple and heavy, or elegant and elegant. A skimming a writing, end to end to be a person. Hidden in the word Qiankun, the road to simplicity.
One stroke at a time, from the beginning of the curved, trembling, to the pen gradually strong, pen broken intention is even, and even towards the pen freely, soundly and constantly close.
Falling in love with black and white ink, chasing the five thousand years of China's wind and clouds, the glory of the rainbow, a little bit of progress every day.
Chinese calligraphy has shape and soul. The Chinese national essence is endless and needs to be explored for a lifetime.
The heart is like a tower of incense, warm and cold know the stove, cover a good mood, the heart of the incense since the birth.
Sandalwood a cone, lit up how much time.
A monument post a frame, encompassing the wisdom of the ancients.
The time for you to enjoy tea. Tea tasting
Afternoon, tea drinking.
Pinch a few grains of green tea, placed in the pot, boiling water rushed in, steeped for a moment, slowly poured out, light fragrance, overflowing, refreshing.
Glancing out the window, the sun is on fire, people are afraid. Indoors, the phonograph babbling flow, fish tank fish still, the carpet on the dog lying quietly, the case before the flowers dark fragrance ...... surrounded by a dense mass of old satin static gas.
A cup of tea, soaked in how much sweet and bitter life.
Life, thick and thin since the dawn of time, sweet and bitter since the taste, take the self-break.
Life is like tea, the most real, the most beautiful.
Life as a tea, need to use the years of slow fire to cook, with the life of the boiling water to bubble, more need to use a quiet heart to taste.
The 11th hour? Enjoy the sunset
Dusk, enjoy the sunset.
Seeing the sunrise in the morning and the sea of clouds in the evening are two favorite times of the day. Especially, the favorite dusk.
Summer, hot days, no wind, high humidity, abundant rainfall, the evening is prone to burning clouds.
Every 11th hour, the sun is setting, and I love to climb up and enjoy the sunset.
Often alone, standing on top of the building, facing the west corner to see the sunset.
In front of me, the clouds rolled in and out, and the afterglow became beautiful, exhausting all the world's colors, especially stunning.
Ear, tired birds chirping, human noise, intertwined together, very wonderful.
Taste, the moment lively, colorful. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in my life.
All things in the world, all the time, everywhere, change, is the eternal theme.
Hour of the day? Walking
Walking, cultivating the body and mind.
After dinner, the wind is light and the sky is dark. Change into a casual dress, go to the square to walk.
At this point in the square, the wind is quiet and people are happy. There are roller-skating children, all of them lively, fell down and climbed up again. There are young people flinging loud whips, tendons developed, everyone's hands extraordinary. There are square dancing middle-aged and old people, no matter how short or tall, fat or thin, coordinated or not, like a blooming flowers, Chu Chu moving eyes. There are also some senile old men practicing calligraphy with water as ink on the open ground. There is no audience and applause and applause is not important, the important thing is that the "old man chatting with the young man wild" of the pleasure, all painted in the repetition of the ink in the ink, splashed in the comparison of the cuts and laughs in the ......
Walking slowly, watching, thoughts I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. Suddenly realized that each stage of life, have its unique beauty, can actually spend and fully enjoy the beauty of each stage, life will be no regrets.
Subtitle of the Day? Listen to music
Enjoy the music.
The love of music has been nurtured since childhood. Especially remembering the teachings of my father.
My father said, "Music is the most beautiful language, the purest art, the most sincere feeling, the girl can not be beautiful, not smart, but must know the music, know to appreciate, learn to listen, learn to learn from the music to get wisdom and peace."
Whether it is the civilian harmonica, or the aristocratic black and white keys of the piano, or the popular hulusi, or the new wave of percussion ethereal drums, leisure time, as long as the play in the palms of the hands, are able to find some comfort from it, to get a few quiet, with a few reverie, breeding some kind of support.
Whether to appreciate the music, or to play the piano, once fell into the music of the sea, people will be with the floating, floating. The smile, like a wave of laughter, swirling, unevenly falling on the lips. That note, the illusion of blue elves, romantic factor, in the throbbing heart of the lake gently stroked, beautiful and dynamic.
Music is a calming agent for the soul, and a good nourishment for the temperament. Quietly immersed in the sea of music, a note, a word is a world, I would like to be intoxicated in this clean ethereal free world, sleep soundly.
Ultimate?
I like to sleep with a book.
Silent night, accustomed to leaning on the bed, the orange lamp accompanied by no one to disturb, God swim in the sea of books.
Open the volume, it became a sea of books in the sea of a dynamic fish, tireless swim a swim, the journey, often followed the fate of the characters in the book to experience the yin and yin, with the happy **** sad, read out some tears and resentment, will also give birth to a trace of heartache and despondency. And close the book, only the essence of the book, hide the sadness, refuse to decadence, get rid of the dross. In other people's stories to experience growth, in the former experience will learn to mature.
A volume of books, nourishing the soul of how many lonesome.
Every day, turn the pages of a book, smell a smell of ink, floating travel in the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign wise people that colorful, ups and downs of the emotional world to experience its wonderful, our life there is a lonely lonely reason?
The belly with poetry from the gas. I believe that such a life, youth forever.
寅? Dreaming
All is silent, and sleep is faint.
In the dream, the rain frequently knocked on the window, banging, like a lullaby; ticking, like a sigh, I do not know how many flowers fall.
Night, the more quiet. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be able to do that.
Rain, falling a broken silver.
Rain breaks. A piece of brightly shining bright flash, unintentionally awakened around the steps of a cool a coat of fireflies.
The ink splashed night, a hook of the crescent moon cut through the sky.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
The new moon is a new moon, and the new moon is a new moon!
Three space heroes!
Hey, easy!
Life is like a dream, but what I put into it is true love. The world loved me first, and I can't help but love it.