Clear around the finger, look at the fleeting time lightly

Flowers bloom on the other side, whose sadness falls all over the floor? Turning around magnificently, whose missing is lengthened by the smile of the past? Whose eyes are moistened by the fragrant story? Who is waiting for the return of the voyage with eternal deep feelings? Crossing the threshold of fleeting time, I floated in the cloud of years, listening to another clear voice. I don’t understand what kind of spring is blooming on Earth, giving you unforgettable memories. In your blue poem, what a strange woman on earth will turn into your poetic soul, accompanying you every Sunrise morning and Sunset dusk. Perhaps, you are originally the blue sky high above, and the vast ocean is born to be your warm embrace. There, the scenery is beautiful, and every time the tide rises and falls, it touches your heartstrings. There, Hai’s daughter, as pure and beautiful as an Angel, shines your smile. You dream that she will stretch out her white wings and lead you to sing and dance among the eternal heaven and earth. Therefore, you are sentimentally attached to the first beautiful encounter Time, which turns the verdant years into a poem like flowers, sending out the unreachable warmth. You expect to cast your figure into her heart forever, in exchange for her lifelong attachment and lingering. But do you know that her vast and boundless heart contains not only your sky, but also white clouds and continuous green mountains, the soaring eagle her world is colorful. What you leave her is only the story of that month of that year, not the rock-solid earth. Because in her world, it is hard to stop the stars from turning around. Every time the tide rises and falls, it is bound to make the beach of memory engulf some old past events. Running in the tide of time, you are just like a cloud passing by, leaving a momentary shadow; Like a gust of wind passing by, lifting the ripples of circles, and then returning to calm nature. But this moment has become the tie of your whole life. You want to freeze it as eternal luck, just like a leaf. Even if it withered, you should dry it into a touching poem, mark your time. You dip ink into poetry, either thick or light, which are all paintings of ink and wash painting with the same theme and different colors, which outline the edge of missing deeply and shallow. Unlimited scenery in the distance. People are like this. The nearby scenery turns a blind eye to it. Even if it is as fresh as green mountains and rivers, and as flawless as blue sky and white clouds, it can’t reach the distant scenery that has never been seen before. It seems that the sky there is always bluer than elsewhere, the clouds there are whiter than elsewhere, and the grass and trees there are also greener than elsewhere. Don’t you know that what is far away is not necessarily the beautiful scenery. Even if it is the beautiful scenery you like, sometimes it is difficult to reach the footprints. The tangled feelings and thoughts create an illusory Sea City Chen building, missing encourages your desire to fly over the sea. How do you expect the wind and frost of reality to freeze your flying wings? You are still picking up the fragments of memory constantly, and your footprints are full of the melancholy of Twilight. A wisp of thought spread on the sea; A gentle place, Haggard who’s face? I know that time is easy to grow old without lovers; I also understand that time is like a song around your fingers. Deep or shallow memories are hidden in everyone’s heart. Deep and shallow, like a trickle stream flowing slowly, all warm our life path; Like melodious music, beating the notes of meeting and parting. No matter what the story of folding Willows is, time will always guide us to trace the source from time to time and feel every time the willows are dark and bright, and the chivalrous bones are soft. Indulged in the moon and flowers in the mirror, it would lose our direction. Therefore, I like to listen to the song “Cloud Water Zen heart” in the floating tea fragrance, release the noisy mind in the melodious Sanskrit of henggu, obtain the calmness of life and feel the Zen of life, it is like standing on the green mountains and waters, relaxed and happy; It is also like being alone in the cold river, leisurely and comfortable. Every time the flowers bloom and fall, it is a clear sound around the ears. If you can watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, watch the clouds and clouds in the sky, remember the traces of life with your usual mind, and let the clear tones linger in the deep feelings of the years, accompanying us through the long road of life, the dry soul will see the vibrant oasis. The years are bitter, and the years are fragrant.

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