Heart

The steps of the season never make people suspicious. Day and night are divided equally, cold and sudden heat are scattered and stacked, which is the most real given by nature. All senses, they are all telling about the vitality of life, which is endless. —— Inscription the sunshine in the morning is as usual, soft, through the tulle, coming to the atrium, getting up lazily, leaning against the window to overlook, where the wind blows, it is suspected that the grassy riverbed, the fragrance of flowers still flickered faintly. Therefore, dreams begin to grow wings, and Hearts begin to fly. Choose a bright, warm palm time, single cycle, let idle thoughts gather and release, repeat and wander. In the spring of the South, it is gentle and affectionate, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, rain with sunshine irrigating the soil, and the rape flowers are burning and shining, the mountains are covered with black and green, willows are piled with smoke, and the painting scroll like ink painting. Even if there is cold, sometimes living alone on the stranger, it can’t stop it. The wind and the sun are beautiful, stretching the light and shadow constantly. In this season, there is always an unjustified yearning, longing for the distance, longing for being with you, wearing a simple plain dress, not carrying too heavy traveling, going to the place adjacent to the sky, tibet. There are the most traditional cultural beliefs, the most gentle and kind eyes, the thin air, the continuous snow mountains, and the grasslands, the herbivores raised are whipping the sun again and again. Snow style, full of mysterious power. The Potala Palace is a magnificent and simple nation, measured by body worship, with hands folded, snapped, snapped, snapped, kneeling for three times, clear and loud. Shakyamuni’s figure is the most devout belief, the past life, the next life, the afterlife, beyond the eyes, beyond the imagination, the baptism of the soul shocked on the spot. Sometimes, we need a complete release, a great escape of the soul, a long time, thoughts are imprisoned in the hustle and bustle of the city, nowhere to hide, the trifles of life erase the dreams of youth, year by year, month by month, all sorts of subtle things can not be put into the heart, and can not master the meaning, so hidden in the ordinary, so repeated, consuming time, suddenly looking back, I found that it was no longer the same as before. The fleeting time is a rush one after another. In this troubled world, there are too many muddy and desolate things that can’t be lifted up. With the wind and the moon growing in disorder, they are scattered, singing softly in the depth of your soul, one thought starts, one thought goes out, wandering wantonly. This life, so long, met, should be 1 minute 1 second, firmly grasp in hand, unhappy, don’t care, unhappy, forget all, run with the sunshine, you will find, the whole world is smiling at you, and life is as clear and beautiful as running mountain springs. Think more, that’s it, hold the time in your hand lightly, you are in the room, I am in the hall, tasting, a bowl of tea fragrance, listening, under the eaves corridor, the ticking sound, feeling, the time is gentle, feelings, common things are long, like the fireworks of the dust, arriving at the Atrium calmly. You are beside you, warm, steady, and appropriate, placed in your heart, without stars, without moonlight, we use love to escort until our teeth are all gone. Four Times of reincarnation, everything grows, heart and sunshine are on the road, slowly clear, quiet and gentle. Text/Jiangshui QQ:2990605697 QQ:410677475 micro signal: liuzhimei2013 public platform search: weiman — shenghuo (weiman life) Zan (prose editor: drops of ink into wounds) the snow in spring

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