In June, at the beginning of shallow summer, everything is gentle and charming, like a clever picture of ink painting, wanton charm between the eyes. A wipe of green, a Hong clear water, is the summer affectionate eyes. A blossom of clouds, wisps of flower fragrance, is the character of Xia Yi. Leaning against the window, watching the swallow pass lightly through the willow curtain, draw a beautiful arc in the air, see the petunia thin vines in the corner of the wall continue to climb upward, raising a brilliant smile in the sun and rain. Look at the big white clouds leisurely walking in the sky, see the new lotus leaves slowly stretch in the water, it is filled with a touch of love.
Although, many times, the day is still insipid and busy, mediocre without a trace of waves. Although, walking in the alley of the flow of people in a hurry, occasionally, the bottom of my heart will quietly breed into a trace of cool, sigh. But it has been slowly realized in the drifting away time that what should come will meet unexpectedly, and those who are far away can not be retained, there will always be a touch of pain in life, a moment of panic quietly surging up, and there are some tiny emotions that breed themselves with no place to speak.
The footsteps of time will never stay for anyone, and the years that have passed cannot be rewritten. It seems that yesterday was full of flowers, but today, the ground is full of fallen red that can not be picked up. Sigh, sadness, wandering, can not hold the corner of the skirt of time, will only add a sigh to the long scroll of time. Therefore, all we can do is to discover, feel, cherish every day and night of today, and pick up the subtle beauty of life with an ordinary heart. Watch the flowers when the flowers bloom, enjoy the leaves when the leaves fall, dance according to the wind in the sunny days, bathe and sing in the wind and rain, set up half an acre of flower fields in the heart, build hedges and plant chrysanthemums, drink tea and listen to tea. In this way, we will always find some light warmth and delight in the water of time.
There is love in vegetation and love in the world of mortals. No matter how cool the years are, the seasons will still come year after year, showing you graceful and graceful. Walking in the world, can also feel the warmth of a meter of sunshine, can include the beauty of a season of flowers, can encounter a touch of clouds calmly, can feel a snowflake falling light spirit, can feel the deep concern from relatives and friends, to you, to me, is it not the gentle fulfillment of the years?
Every day that has not danced is a disappointment to life. (classic prose) years, is a cup of tea, careful taste, a touch of bitterness is followed by a refreshing fragrance.
Shallow leaning in the depths of time, stop, stare, although, a season of spring breeze took away the pink Li Bai, but the bottom of the eyes, distant mountains lush, green Yinghuai, birds singing quiet, clear spring gurgling. Shallow summer, just like a thick and light picture, between a stroke and ink, will be a beautiful slowly spread.
Wake up every morning, open your eyes, there is a soft sun through the window, sprinkled with gentle and appropriate light warmth. Make a cup of tea, listen to a song, boil ink, write three or two small words, graze a dust heart in the sea of words, pick the waves of the soul, let it open and enchanting on the plain paper, like such a simple and quiet day, be able to read the books you like, listen to the music you like, and do what you like, and the days that are as insipid as water will give birth to a little peace and warmth.
Time, is a graceful floret, blooming between the stamens, there is always a faint fragrance diffused. However, busy with the earthly trek, we forget to stop in a hurry and ignore those beautiful existence. If you can always calm down, keep a sober mind in the hustle and bustle, and keep an indifference in the prosperity, you will feel the tranquility of time and the gentleness of years from the insipid days.
Time is on our hands, time is fleeting, and we always inadvertently write some stories old. The past is a silent red, a little withered petals, inevitably written on a little pain, confusion, desolation. In life, how many people come and go, how many fate gather and scatter, walk on strangers, but miss one journey after another, meet one after another, if all the stories in the world can be satisfactory and all the friendship can go through a thousand sails, how can the long volume of life be appropriate and colorful?
Gently I go, as I gently come, I gently wave to bid farewell to the clouds of the western sky
When spring is drifting away from our line of sight, we can usher in a green, fat, red and thin summer. When a heart in the world gradually from noisy to calm, can experience a kind of picking wild flowers by the fence, inadvertently see the tranquility of Nanshan.
Don't insist on it, don't be demanding, just cherish it when it comes to it, and let it go when it breaks up. Learn to plant a touch of warmth in your heart, look at happiness and underwrite sadness. Let bygones be bygones and greet today's rising sun with light steps. Even though the years will eventually fade away in the twists and turns, we can still salvage a lot of cherished past in the gaps of time.
In the heart, more beautiful, less sad; more calm, less panic; more gratitude, less complaint; more beauty, less coolness.
Life is like a seasonal reincarnation, from the beginning of green to scattered into mud, from bustling branches to dancing autumn wind, this journey, not only to experience wind and rain, but also to bathe in the warm sun, no one's life, only cheerful, no desolation.
Gently hold an understanding, carry a calm and tranquil, shallow encounter, light forget, and song and line, and line and cherish, pick up all the way, treasure all the way. Just like the sunshine in early summer, it is not warm, not public, but also a kind of gentle blooming.
Tossing and turning in the scenery, how many hurried past, how much did not say goodbye to turn around, like a field of fireworks cool. The story of life, how many silently accompanied friendship, how much do not abandon each other, like a tree purples blooming.
Life is like a dream, dream is like glass, the years slowly let us from green to mature, from impetuous to indifferent, understand that colorful is a kind of beauty, falling leaves is also a leisurely.
I always believe that there is a deep meaning in every rhyme of time, and every experience and feeling in time can promote our spiritual growth. If you can keep your mind simple and transparent, ordinary days will be full of warm fragrance everywhere.
In life, there is no need for too much crowding and hustle and bustle, just like the ink painting with appropriate shade. It is precisely because of those seemingly random blanks that give people more beauty and imagination.
Through thousands of prosperous, enjoy the fragrance of flowers full of branches. How many places can stay in the bottom of my heart forever? How many branches can be remembered forever in the memory? Very often, looking back on the road and the scenery I have seen, I find that the one that can keep fragrance in my heart is often the most simple and elegant one.
Time is too long, finger gap is too wide, looking back is half a lifetime, fingertips, there is not much time to squander, not too much time to be sentimental. Therefore, there is no need to complain, life is always too mediocre and insipid. In the course of life, there is no absolute perfection, we just need, according to the traces of time, banish the heart in the sun, pick up the gentleness of the years, with a bright state of mind, smile in the face of the twists and turns of the world, the impermanence of time.
Life, do not ask for fragrance, do not ask for heavy color, even a small grass, but also to bloom a green, even a small flower, but also to warm the sun, as long as, can bloom into their favorite appearance, will live up to this period of busy.
Fleeting, or thick, or light, or bright, or sad, are the memories of the water and mountains, and the lines of poems are alive and fragrant. Find a quiet place in the words, find a poem in the landscape, banish your thoughts and put your soul in place.
Wave pen, drop ink, put those traces of time, those who are silent and look at each other safely. Even if, the story of fleeting time will be weathered by time, no longer the original appearance, still, according to the traces of the text, pick up a blossom of beautiful fragrance.
Time is a cup of aged wine that needs to be tasted attentively. The day is brick by brick, and the mood is the open window on the house. Learn to cut the complexity and keep it simple and clear the dust at the bottom of your heart in time. Only in this way can you get more sunshine into your life.
Life is a process of spiritual practice, through the road, no matter bitter or fragrant, have seen the scenery, whether luxuriant or desolate, as long as, every day can bathe in the sun, for their ideals to rush, so, is the most beautiful time.
Making a pot of Zen tea, bathed in the warm summer sun, let the curl of tea scent wash away the dust from the bottom of my heart and brush through the coolness of the years. Cut the verdant of a green leaf, point to a faint fragrance of ink, be a woman with a warm smile, look for poetry in the insipid, and experience beauty in mediocrity. Put your heart in this calm and warm summer time, shallow description, quietly listen, let the years such as lotus, light fragrance.
Author: Hua Luo Bodhi
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