Leaning against the window alone, watching the world of mortals

I like the habit of leaning against the window to watch the world of mortals, which has been formed for many years. However, if you have different moods, the scenery you can see will also be quite different. Thee morning. The breeze gently blows, leaning against the window, looking into the distance. This city in the south of the Yangtze River is the time for everything to recover: the green bamboos beside the pond are green and the green willows in the community are shady; The leaves beside the road are luxuriant, flowers of various colors are on the branches, and soft petals are falling, fragrant fragrance overflows, floating near my front with the servant wind and dust. After dusk, I also sat alone on the chair by the window, looking out of the window, drinking the first cup of coffee or tea in the evening, waiting for the moonlight. Wisps and wisps of cold wind, accompanied by coolness, squeeze in from the window gap, stick wet clothes, infiltrate skin and mind, and the moving thinking is stagnant. The paper full of the desk seems to be enriched by the ink fragrance of words. Under the urge of the breeze, it seems to be like a girl with wide sleeves and light comfort dancing lightly, I was immersed in this fantastic excellence. Although I have been living in a modern and fashionable city all the time, I am nostalgic in my heart. Love songs are everywhere, and I always like ancient and traditional things and things: such as villages, ancient towns, wilderness, old houses, ancient paintings, classical music, ancient poetry, old records, old movies and old books. Like quiet, like back downtown. I always imagine myself living in the old yard covered with green vines on the wall. There are very old trees and long green stone steps in front of the door. When you return late occasionally, you can sit on the stone steps casually. And in the night wind, under the moonlight, I miss and watch a figure that has not returned quietly, but the reality is reality after all. I live in an apartment in a modern city. Although the fifth floor is not too low, it can’t make people have the fantasy of picking stars. However, sticking to the door of the hall and a room, the one-man-in-one-pass ganyun’s lofty feelings were magnificent, and its charm had been intoxicating for several times in his thoughts. Don’t sigh for being a little far away from the blue eyes. Although there is less visual light and brightness, it can avoid the disturbance of the bustling world outside the window and remove the noisy noise that makes people feel embarrassed; from this, we can get more Qi and peace. In the harmony of the sounds of nature and the sounds of Earth and people, look at your own soul, which is kind or evil, elegant or vulgar, lonely or noisy, with the track of self-renewal, which is mistakenly trapped in disordered life thinking, how can I enjoy it so quietly? If it was still silent when chatting, I would let my thoughts fly all over the sky and let the breeze lead it to the far and far mountains, clouds and the sky. The treetop of memory, the setting sun was light, and the smoke was curling. At the foot of that blue hillside, the rugged and winding Taihu Lake was flowing coy. There was a low and old brick house beside the lake. At that time, I also liked to snuggle up to the window with my chubby little hands dragging my pink face. The door was locked with mottled paint, but I looked greedily at the flickering sun in the Taihu Lake through the window, narrowed my eyes and looked childish. The golden disc in the intoxicating Lake was also wandering in his eyes. What was he thinking about? Is it the same as me: tired to play, hungry, want to eat? Or wait for parents who are far away in the city to come back quickly? Is it the memory of my gray-haired grandmother hugging herself up on the big green plate, shaking her bent body, humming and patting to sleep? Or did they imagine that they would turn into a group of colorful butterflies playing and fly over quietly, and quietly stopped on my shoulder? What a lovely picture, what a childish and interesting childlike innocence. Outside the window, the quiet Taihu water flows far away, exquisite stone arch bridges, curved streets, rugged stone roads, and wisps of indistinct thoughts, winding all the way to the sight of my dream, I was infatuated with that window. Paper may be tired of dancing, and wandering and tired of missing. A burst of Lang Lang’s reading sound came in his spare time, and his ears were delightful at the moment. Looking straight at the past, there was a beautiful image shaking in the window diagonally opposite. The fluffy and wanton long hair scattered to the waist, the pale purple silk dress, the looming delicate and blurred in the pink and black, full of confused and strange eyes. A candle plate was placed on the table, and the figure was swaying gently in the orange candlelight. The wandering heart may be waiting for the breeze to blow away the subtle mind, with a little secret elegance, and perhaps the faint fragrance. Although I didn’t intend to peep at her beauty and win her favor, how could the gorgeous and vivid image reflected by the window glass not wander suddenly? How can the romantic innocence aroused by it not follow the rhythm of the move, but cheer for joy? The whole body and mind are just like an empty mountain which is as quiet as a virgin, immersed in the murmuring depth of the stream, drinking with the crescent moon in a piece of Qingming. I sat at the window and looked down, feeling like watching the images of all creatures: either in groups, or alone; Or describe being thin, or imposing; Or being indifferent with few words, or laughter Ying Ying sea kan tian on Zhu voice and smiling face, gestures, emotions, all Jane closed at a long time. Think of Du Zi beauty punch line: Top of the highest mountain, you small. Accompanied by the gentle wind, I ponder the profound life, the wonderful essence of life, the accident of life and the necessity of death. I learned from my heart and gained spiritual purification and cultivation, what is the tolerance and the poet? I sat at the window, letting my thoughts run wild. Occasionally, through the eye of the sky of thinking, go to the subtle kingdom of dust particles to swim, communicate with friendly and intelligent alien life; Sometimes, with the overflowing mind, to describe the illusion of the desert universe, the ups and downs and pursuits of the vast life; Sometimes I explore with an ever-moving childish heart. I lean against such a window to see or think about the starting point of life, the terminal of extinction, looking for the tranquil feeling of self-existence in addition to worries, bitterness, loneliness, novelty and confusion; Thinking about everything in silence and quiet, listening to the rumors of life revealed by God; Enjoying the paper dance happily, fantasy life depends on the window to see the world of mortals alone, and its meaningful taste is melted into God! I sincerely wish to sit in such a window until the edge of life! 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