Red

There are two kinds of dharma. People who enter the world are the world of mortals. The world of mortals is rolling. In the city, there are all the world of mortals. The capital of Tang Dynasty is Xi’an, and the transportation means are Carriages. Red soil in the North, what I saw in the air was the red dust, so it was called the world of mortals. For example, if the world of mortals is numerous, then I would be out of the world of mortals. A glass of colored glaze makes half a life rough. I am a woman outside the world of mortals, walking on the corridor of time with slight sadness. World taste very strong, my heart very light. Pick a cloud and add ink to cultivate your heart. Give me a picture, half splash ink, half leave white. Give me a poem, half of which is dream and half is waking up. I have dragged the mark of my life, half of which is forgotten and half of which is quiet. In a hurry, there are unfathomable dust and fireworks. The world I have loved is half full and half hearty. Leave half of them to enjoy the world, and leave the other half to the world. Happy and quiet. I often want a person’s corner, still air, cold walls, no temperature, no sound, and even can’t feel the existence of the world. If you can, you are willing to grow old overnight, take the wind and the moon and take the sadness, and stop all your thoughts. You don’t wait for anyone, don’t hurt anyone, and get used to the loneliness that depends on thousands of years. The only favor of years is that there are not many marks carved on the face. However, a face that others look at is not old, and the heart has been old for thousands of years. I am used to choosing to stay away from the noisy crowd, saying nothing in the crowded environment, wanting to be quiet and having no desire to speak. Making a cup of green tea, I like to watch the leaves slowly unfold in front of my eyes in a soothing and warm posture, revealing light green and gradually changing color. I like to search carefully along the track of history. The mottled walls still left the residual temperature of the imperial concubines in those years; The vicissitudes of ancient roads still echoed the fights and laments of the imperial generals, the golden Gobi horses, and the fight against the Central Plains. There are chaotic sky and bright sunshine; There are cold moon and thin stars, and Spring flowers bloom. However, who is waiting for the red dust and fireworks wandering in the Millennium ancient road? It is said that it is a kind of ultimate beauty to spend flowers on tea leaves. I don’t know what kind of scenery is the colorful fall in England? I really want to go to a place full of unknown flowers and trees, with naughty sunshine, gentle breeze and passers-. If I can, I will turn over the years, drag it in the sunset, and pawn it with my whole life. In the planning of life, there are too many things to do, but I don’t know what to do? Time went pale and hurriedly. Time seemed to be leisurely and calm. In fact, it was too difficult to tolerate too much thinking and choices. Occasionally, it was too difficult to have a little breeze. The world is like smoke, gradually faded, gone and dispersed. If it is not because of forgetting, it is because of treasure. When you are tired, you will retire and become a calm viewer, watching the troubles of the world of mortals, tears falling down, love breaking, and being me outside the world of mortals. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring

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