Low-light-level

Dim light, slow time dim light, hazy eyes, I don’t want to see your face clearly, I just want to listen to your pulse beating quietly. The index finger dipped in tea casually graffiti in the red world of wooden tables and chairs, but it can be written into people’s hearts. Inadvertently, the ice flame can be removed for a long time, and the moment when the eyes look at each other, time is like blooming flowers at rest, so warm, so wonderful, and the electric wave with dizzy face, which is the deepest mark written in eternity! That is the most beautiful love story in the world! Holding the teacup with slender fingers, it slowly broke the smoke of time and space. At that time, it seemed that you were at the extreme of the world, the scenery belonging to you, and the lake in your heart turned into the beauty of the stars shining, the Cup stayed at the edge of the lips, sipped a little, without making a loud voice, and occasionally looked out of the window at the corner of the eye, even if time slowly slipped away like this, it would not matter, I just want to breathe the smell of the city slowly in such a quiet dim light. I just want to drink a cup of wine of time under such a light, and I am not afraid of lying drunk in melodious music and your gentleness. The fish in the city were running around in the hustle and bustle, and the tired heart was also unwilling to tell what the taste of coffee was like, shuttling through buildings and crowds in a hurry, I have already forgotten that there is still a clean side in my heart, where I can quietly watch the clouds in the sky and the mountains lingering in the south of the Yangtze River! Street! Stone Bridge in. I really want to give myself a time to wander in the wilderness, close my eyes tightly, don’t think about anything, don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t feel sad and happy, just listen to the hoarse sound of wind blowing quietly, how good it is! Looking for such a quiet place, there is no crowd noise, no trouble shuttle, clean as children’s bright eyes. Then, about three or two bosom friends, find a space to look at the window, sit towards each other, order a pot of wine, or a pot of tea, or a cup of coffee, under the slanting light, stop in the mottled time, unwilling to be painted by the dust of the world. Slowly narrate the flowing years like water in the reflection of the goblet, wandering in the slight drunkenness of the red wine, I am not a passer-by, but a singer listening in time. The frozen fleeting time in the air overflows people’s hearts and deposits rainbow-like dreams. The warmth of a cup of tea, a pot of wine and a bowl of coffee is enough to dispel the coldness of hands in winter, no longer let sadness invade your eyelids. In this slight light, listen quietly to the call of your soul. The sound is empty and resounding through the road when you come. Two-leaf window, seven-foot curtain, you are sitting in the building to see the scenery, it is not through the smoke and rain, there is only a faint reflection in the moon and the moon gradually lovesick into dirt, no matter how time goes by, it cannot go away. The ticking sound of the stream under the windowsill is as pleasant as the rotating hour hand embedded in the wine kitchen, as intoxicating as you are, just like your open smile spinning on the edge of heaven and earth. Turning the spoon leisurely and stirring the coffee, your quiet world is like the April on Earth, rippling in the colorful Heart Lake, with warm water blooming. Let time grow old slowly, don’t let the lines become the excuse of sadness, let you listen to the time walking quietly, the steps are light as wind, beautiful as dreamland. Tired heart! Put down your running steps! Don’t forget the scenery along the way and the purpose of coming in order to catch the train bus. Down for a little while! Too fast heartbeat will make you unable to taste the joy and sorrow of this world! I only wish you still enjoy the fragrance of plum blossom floating in your taste, and leave some time to finish the Zen of a cup of clear water carefully! Q464367056 stop cloud writing 2014/12/13 like (prose editor: drops of ink into wounds) spring’s snow elimination Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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