Time is like water, passing through the prime time of the New year. Looking back, after the scenery, light. Shallow walk in another season of deep spring, how gentle the heart, how much Enron. This spring, I use landscape as ink and flowers as pen. Draw a colorful picture, holding a handful of spring water to cook tea, drunken dream of a stream.
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Encounter spring, is to pick up the cold branches, ushered in colorful!
Blue-collared lad, you've long been in my heart. Most like the time at this moment, such as a shallow landscape painting, elegant, fragrant and pleasant.
The mountains are sunny and the stone steps are slow. I suddenly remembered the mottled still shadow of the bright moon of Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, and the clear spring flowed gently on the boulder. This is a good sentence that has been handed down through the ages. Perhaps, encounter a poem, and encounter a person is the same, always inadvertently, meet you unexpectedly.
At this time, although there is no moonlight, but walking in the warm sun, I still feel the artistic conception of Qingquan gently flowing on the boulder. Whenever I see this exquisitely carved poem, it is as if I see pine trees, bright moon, clear spring, bluestone. In an instant, I felt familiar with every plant and tree in the mountain, a leaf and a flower, as if I had met it for years. They, like an old friend, although they are only passing by occasionally, they still have a feeling of reunion. It has been many years since I read poetry. The clear rhyme of those Tang and Song poems has drifted away with time. But the level left in the years is always swaying like a flower in the four seasons of life.
The wind swept leisurely across the field, through the woods, on the stream, on the flowers and plants, making flowers bloom as scheduled. I was dressed in plain clothes and had no companions. A person, miss one of them.
Peach Blossoms in the Temple of Great Forest All flowers in late spring have fallen far and wide, But peach blossoms are full-blown on the mountainside. Along the winding mountain road, there are always flowers in full bloom, and then miss them. The heart is somewhat leisurely, somewhat casual. I lightly remember, dandelion publicity to give me a how brilliant mood, cherry blossoms with what kind of prosperity to give me a happy eye. The peach blossoms in the temple slanted out of the wall with their own leisurely fragrance. No matter how many years, no matter how many rounds of time. It turns out that the proud beauty in this mountain is really different from other places, so calm and casual.
On both sides of the stone steps, the pines are covered, and the pavilions are neatly planted; the pine leaves, such as needles, are green. The stream always whispers softly, like a Ding Dong bell, crisp and murmuring. Suddenly want to kiss, the spirit of the mountain. The sweetness of a handful of clear water cleanses the dust from the heart. The water of Qingxi is unknown. Because it is accompanied by vegetation, fragrance of flowers, and natural gestation, it is not contaminated with the taste of secular bleach. What is left between the lips and teeth is only a touch of freshness and a piece of nature.
Light thoughts flow with the stream. Diffuse, strangers colorful, tactfully into a picture of ink painting. Close your eyes a little tipsy, let the time of this moment heal all the traces of sadness, fragrance of the past. The stream is full of the beauty of the distant mountains. A roll of ink slowly spread out, eyes such as drunk, lingering all the way wordless drifting. The world is noisy, discarding and forgetting along the way, leaving only a peace of mind and joy and tranquillity with the heart. All the fast and unhappy, at this moment precipitated into a touch of cloud light, Ren Nianhua in the stream of life, silent love, silent love.
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Like spring, is to miss thousands, only love fragrance leisurely!
If you can see gardenia in front of your eyes on the rugged mountain trail. And you, will be in its pure white fragrance in an instant epiphany, the original all fame and fortune is nothing more than fleeting. We can't bring it, and we can't take it with us. Only have a calm, through every section of the stormy journey. After that, he laughed it off.
Along the way, I was waiting for a drizzle to pass by and wash away all the dust in the world. Let the flowers bloom more brightly, let the birds sing more happily, and let the stream sing more sweetly. In an instant, my heart was full of sunshine. Landscape, vegetation, clear and clear as glass. Faint Qingxi, fell on the bend of the eyebrow, fell on the heart. In general, the prosperity of the world is nothing more than that. The moment is dazzling, the moment is bleak. Those poems with clear rhyme are always waiting for a predestined encounter.
Forward, perhaps, will come across an orchid. This can be white and yellow, no one also lives alone in the mountains, a speechless gentleman. Day after day, year after year, keep your own clearness, your own elegance and your own stillness. No matter whether anyone sees it or not, no one is asked to understand it, so it exudes an intoxicating fragrance alone. Enron Valley, calmly four seasons. Always like the gentleman in the mountain, like its elegance and implication. Faint fragrance, smell from a distance, feel its pure heart in the prosperity, not stained with dust.
We are all travelers in the depths of time, smiling, always leaving some regret, or moved, full of heart. Quietly, turning back time in words, remembering the old things that piles once had together, sighed unceasingly. Unconsciously, we floated far away on the river of time.
In the world of mortals, how many destinies I have missed, such as the flow of fate, and how many times I have seen them gather and disperse with the wind, but in the end, they all become an unsatisfactory spiritual practice, which leads to silence. The words of incense-dyed years are Qingyuan and long. Like this kind of simple and elegant and fresh feeling, shallow clouds, slight wind, drooping eyes of a flower, light smell thin fragrance. What is more beautiful and fragrant than spring!
Plain years leisurely, drop a note of the first heart of the gentle, smile a glazed heart. Grinding strangers, I am a chance encounter in the world of green lotus, hidden clear in those dark fragrance floating poem note. When the breeze comes slowly, I will be in full bloom as promised, igniting a lifetime of flowering for tomorrow.
Prosperous 3000, we do not need to run around, in the silent waiting for life to bloom quietly. After the rain, waiting for the warmth of a ray of sunshine to flow in every crack of life, until all the sadness is warmed through. Gently pick up the lost fragrance, the next season, I do not know whether there will be traces of the place where the flowers fell. One person, one tree, one stream.
Time boil rain, will eventually run aground, cool the past. Looking back on the past, like smoke like a dream, there seems to be nothing in the melancholy, there are still familiar with the light warmth of Qinghuan in the time curl fragrance. Drunken dream stream, holding a handful of spring tea. Drink with the breeze and talk with the landscape. A quiet heart, an Enron.
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Sentimentally attached to spring, is a thousand sails, the original heart does not change the feelings!
Hold a green meaning, let the heart be happy in the natural fragrance of the landscape. Slowly understand the ups and downs of plants and plants, the elegance and richness of life, is also a full of beauty. Through the fleeting beacons, I seem to see a silent woman in plain clothes, gentle, style, smiling eyebrows.
Some like, never need a reason. After a long time, it was precipitated by time into the sunny sunshine after the rain, showing a shallow warmth. Facing the wind, banish your thoughts and give your heart a thorough understanding. Let those who love love, let those who have gone go, and let the inner surging stretch freely among the landscapes.
If there is a breeze, stop walking. Find a windless corner, take out the poetry books you carry with you, and read them quietly. Around me, I occasionally attract the curiosity of a bird. Please don't be surprised that these mountain elves have their own thoughts like us. They are carefree and free to play and shuttle in the mountains. Enron enjoys the heavy gifts given to them by nature.
Or, close your eyes and listen, there is a faint Sanskrit sound in the distance. Entering the heart is also a kind of Zen happiness. The towering pagoda hides all kinds of Zen machines. Surrounded by dense pine forests, mountain flowers are in full bloom, and Qingquan streams flow slowly from the temple. At the moment, I am neither a saint nor a wise monk. I am just an ordinary man who occasionally encounters a Buddhist event outside the world of mortals. Close your eyes and understand, your heart is calm, everything is quiet. The Sanskrit sound floats with the wind like clouds, and the song of Zhong Xin makes people drunk.
Still water flows to its heart, and everything is safe. The world of mortals, the past, is finally faded, in this self-exile. Listen to the Sanskrit sound of the years. If, our heavy thoughts, walk with clear feelings. In that case, all the earthly troubles are the unspeakable realization of Zen. All kinds of prosperity and pain in life always go away with time. And the only thing we can leave is the Sanskrit sound in the hearts of these plants, curling in every morning bell and twilight drum.
Perhaps life is such a kind of spiritual practice. In the faint Zen, in the mixed feelings of the five tastes. Not sad, do not like, not arrogant, not angry, shallow walk, light line.
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Fall in love with spring, is the spring water brewing tea, drunk dream of a Qingxi.
Moss, spread on both sides of the strait, green and dense. Like some can not melt the warmth, it is easy to penetrate some sadness and warm. Touch carefully, the heart rises a kind of softness, like water. I didn't like these plants that grew in the shade before. The most green is so green, always feel that they belong to damp, the heart will rise a kind of inexplicable sadness. In fact, meet the sun, they also have a different kind of beauty, emerald green, not mixed with a trace of impurities, full of eyes.
In my distant childhood, I suddenly came to me with joy. Missing, like this melancholy moss, spreads. The simplicity and innocence of those children have long been covered by the moss of the years, gently turning, there is always a kind of damp, soft memories. Leave all the pain here, rise and fall with the moss, and I am as warm as the sun at this moment.
Admiring the misty rain of Sansheng, there is always a piece of ink. The safety of the note is the conversion I don't want to change in my time. Follow the stream, with the text again rhyme a line of thousands of landscapes left blank. The bitterness of those wandering is not only the promise of loneliness, but also the warmth of the heart from Enron.
The mountains and rivers depend on each other, and the clear sound is swirling around. Light start the dusty chapter, re-link up and turn around after the silence of the years. Some thoughts have long gone with the wind, and some stories have long gone with fate. Have been obsessed with several times, have been sentimentally attached to, have been Qingxi Yingchu, precipitated into a wisp of light clouds.
I fell in love with Xi Murong's poems many years ago. I was once addicted to it, but it always fell on my heart like dewdrops in the morning. In the end, it is not that emotional woman, or in his own way, with light ink, depicting his own Jiangnan. Smile, always want to encounter a time, only landscapes and plants, only birds and flowers. The rest of the earthly world has nothing to do with me, just as I am walking quietly by the stream at the moment, but I am not alone.
Overhead, white clouds, blue blue, always like a shadow. I am in the stream, the clouds in the sky, will be blue into life, hidden into the favorite touch of deep orchid, the United States to the extreme, warm to the brow.
That piece of barren once, damp by the fog in the mountain, grew into a bright willow in the process of moving forward. The bridge, the running water, and others suddenly became within reach. I'm on the bridge, the bridge is on the stream. In the passage of time, suddenly there is a layer of warm color.
Green is still spreading, each flower at the beginning of Yan ran, upside down into a faint fragrance. The wind left in the stream of raving, such as drunk. In fact, every April Fangfei season, there is always a stream clear dream, slowly flowing in the heart. Qinghuan, which goes down the river, nourishes the quiet and youthful appearance of life.
Hum a song of small bridge and flowing water at that time, the rhyme is flat all the way. If the stream is meandering, will there be Jiangnan waiting for me to meet in the distance? The blooming period of youth fades away in the branches of the years. Luomoqing Creek, mixed with a touch of azure, I was waiting for the rain to fall in my heart, holding a handful of crystal clear, making a cup of Zen tea, drunk in the late April.
Author: glass sparse Film
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