Dancing with words, making ink fragrant

Words, like quiet lotus, pure and fragrant, if gently touched, dark fragrance will overflow from the fingers on the heart. Quietly wandering in the world of words, you can enjoy the extremely beautiful scenery of a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle and fame and wealth disputes, you can listen to the graceful Sanskrit sound from the depths of the clouds and water, and listen to the curling nature from afar and from the outside world.

Red dust comes and goes, some people pick up the gorgeous fireworks in full bloom, some people collect the loneliness after tea cool, some people breed the poetry of full moon, small bridge and flowing water, some people carry the beacon smoke, the sadness of leaving home, so, from ancient times to the present, literati will history deduction, life footprint, life perception, soul monologue into faint words, handed down from generation to generation.

Tea is intoxicating why wine, books can incense I do not need flowers. With the edification of the text, the nourishment of the text, the enrichment of the text, dancing in the world, the heart, will not be blurred, will not be lost. Leaning on the branches of time, holding rolls and twisting gently, there must be many beautiful encounters in the flat words.

Because of the shining lighthouse of words, in the boundless ocean, on the misty road path, people will not panic and lose their way; because of the traction of words, no matter how many storms and vicissitudes people experience, they will have eternal hope in their hearts and see the dawn of victory in their eyes. There is no doubt that writing is the most beautiful flower in the world and the immortal chapter in reincarnation.

With words to accompany, even if red incense off, exhausted, also won't toss no master, raise head doubt no way, life four seasons, worry about things won't often just under the brow, but on the heart. In the tide to the fleeting, looking at the other side of Jianjia green, I want to free and elegant attitude, farewell yesterday, farewell sigh, in the fragrance of the season, such as water, listening to the years such as song.

With seven leisurely poetic three lonely idle worry in the text quietly come and go, from ignorance to chest a little ink, from confused helpless to calm calm, the text has become my reluctant concern. With the singing of words, with the Qingwu of words, this life, I am no longer lonely, no longer lonely. With words, no matter where I look, my eyes will not be empty, no God, 365 days a year will not be blank, wasted, in the future, my heart will flow flowers with the words dance, as long as the poem volume in hand, every day and night I can sleep safely, happy.

Now, the flower of words blooms in my world, enriching every season of my life and dyeing the years of my life. In the face of words, sometimes I sit upright, sometimes I lie half reclining, in the time of the breeze full sleeve, I always show sleeves and text dance, get ink fragrance full clothes, those days with the text have been in my memory deep colorful, dark fragrance floating.

I poured wine, paddled the oars of words, and sailed through the ages. I searched for the golden Ge and iron horse on the ancient battlefield, the sword, carved bow and tooth flag flying in the desert, the legendary secluded paradise, and the love between Niulang and Zhinu, Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Wan Xiliang and Meng Jiangnu.

I pick flowers, step on the hidden path of characters, linger in the sound of zither, touch the carved fence and jade of Li Yu, the Latter Ruler of Southern Tang Dynasty, touch the wine pot and shaking fan of Li Bai, the Qing Lian scholar of Tang Dynasty, touch the pearl curtain and gauze curtain of Li Qingzhao, the Yi An scholar of Song Dynasty, touch the seat and Ci scroll of Nalan Xingde, the poet of Qing Dynasty, with my soul

I step on songs, take advantage of the wings of words, shuttle through the rain of writing style words, use the eyes of words to find the graceful grace in the brilliant shadow of Qinhuai River, find the figure of Du Mei drinking wine in Apricot Flower Village, find the immortal fragrant soul of Yang Yuhuan on Mawei Slope, find the fluttering clothes of Loulan girl in ancient Loulan, and find the reflection of Leifeng Pagoda beside the broken bridge of West Lake

The article goes on for ages, and the gains and losses are known in the heart. Text for the carrier, the word for the voice, for me, and text meet, is the most beautiful encounter. I don't like colorful dresses, luxury villas; I don't like red lights, night parties, I only like to live near the water, in the green light cabin, or in the ancient quiet place, let the heart wander in the text, let the thoughts fly in the text. From then on, in the face of the noise of the world, the chaos of the world, I will always be able to silence in a corner of the world, there will always be a breeze in the wind, the day will be like a wild crane casual, comfortable.

Perhaps, I will occasionally shed tears for the residual red leaves, occasionally for the lonely goose single butterfly sad, but, as long as there is text warm, even if the future dust face, temples such as frost, every journey landscape, I have bright eyes, warm heart. Even if life is like a cocoon, I can break the cocoon into a butterfly, fly in every place of the world, engrave the flowing picture on the scroll of the years, leave a beautiful song for the years, and leave the world with an elegant fragrance.

A book a world, a language a heaven, let the wind and cloud come and go, beacon smoke transit, I would like to keep a party pure, whisper to the text, and the text lingering, dance with the text, get ink full clothes, dance a spring warm flowers bloom, dance a romantic flower snow moon, dance a journey cloud water Zen heart, dance a cloud light wind. In this life, I would like to always rely on words, in the clouds, wash all lead, smile to warm, step forward, let oneself gentle and graceful, elegant and intellectual, let the heart have love, dream of love, let the years not sad, let the waiting not drift.

Morning bell and evening drum, in the downtown precipitation out of a quiet, in the miscellaneous comb out of a poetic, this life, I would like to take the sun and moon of the Qing Hui, scooping water for ink, folding willow pen, wholeheartedly in the love of the text permanent conversion. If there is a peach blossom source in the heart, where is not the water cloud, the wind exchanges, do not ask the road near and far, do not say the conflict of the world, regardless of the flowers bloom and Xie, keep the initial heart, Zen into ink, in the fireworks of the world to be a quiet woman such as lotus, in the smoke of the ink fragrance of the text smile, silent joy.

Text: Rain alone dance