Listening

Time, like light and shadow flashing, fleeting years like water, years, and secretly alienated, flowers fall, full of dust listening to the wind! The flowing water listens to the wind, and tends to walk in the everlasting journey of life. The years are too short. The strangers of Qingping and SangYu are those that have not passed away yet. Leaving the world of mortals and holding the vicissitudes of love songs, I suddenly look back, the world of mortals has been one hundred years old. After a long journey, the journey was full of wind and rain, ignoring the fragrance of flowers and birds around him, and not knowing how to treasure the relieved path, which was still ahead. Luo is still far away from the pioneer. Without fragrance, I stopped my hurried steps, hoping that tranquility could help me sort out my complicated thoughts. Blowing Wind, Daze, look at the floating clouds, life can be as calm and calm as flowing clouds. The scenery in life has always been so peaceful, as long as the heart knows, knows to embrace a poetic flavor in the silence, and knows to listen to the tenderness of time in the three thousand wind and moon. The time of running water is like the profound and long song of Li in the Piccolo on the cow’s back. Coming to me leisurely, there is no intoxicating green in my heart! Listen to the wind, no fragrance is also popular. Listening to the wind, the flashing neon red, enchanting and colorful, dimmed the color of Starlight; The numerous traffic, like horses and dragons, covered the journey of footsteps. Used to coming and going in a hurry, leaving nothing. Shuttling back and forth among all kinds of people, I could not see any joys, sorrows and sorrows on my unfamiliar and familiar faces. I tired. The water of the waves is clear, you can wash my tassel; The water of the waves is turbid, you can wash my feet. Frankly speaking, I don’t have such a mind. Beauty jewelry princes are printed at the bottom of the sand. It’s just that I am the only one who wakes up all over the world. Only the wind can pass through thorns. Only the wind can listen to me telling the frustrated Lan Shan. Time flows through the fingers, coming from ancient times. Thousands of twists and turns; Countless times through turbulence and tranquility, incomplete and perfect. Listening to the wind singing; I saw the sea of clouds, singing and dancing, the spring and autumn wind Green River South Bank. Listening to the wind singing; I heard the first song of the rainstorm, the Lotus burst into anger, and the lute fell down. Listening to the wind singing; I smelt the fragrance of the people, the mist gurgling, the tea and wine in the country are all fragrant. Listening to wind; And touched the bixue yellow sand, armored cavalry, nine days Lingyun Chi. Listening to wind; I tasted the melancholy Chu, painting historical records, blood and tears Azolla along the way, through blossom flowers, seen slack birds homing. Looking at the prosperity of the road, I turned around and saw the most beautiful moments buried one by one in my memory. Pour a cup of tea, and only spell out the bitterness and bitterness in it, with a wisp of wind. In the wind, Flowers fly, and the Tung leaves float yellow as if falling down for thousands of years. As time went by, I gradually learned not to wait, to return to the wild goose without asking the flowing clouds, or to ask the long road ahead, where is the way back? Standing on the brow of the years, keeping the flowers blooming and falling in every season, putting all the feelings in the passing wind, and getting drunk into the fleeting years under the eyes. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city

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