Twist Spring

When spring comes, is the warmth not far away? I would like to write about the spring in my writing, love the pink and Willow Green, love the gurgling streams, love the light clouds and clear winds, love the long grass and the flying of warblers. Yes, I love too much in my life, just like there is always a faint feeling of joy hidden in my heart. Maybe time, time, has never changed its appearance, but we just walk along a road called life, and when we walk, we change our mind. At the ferry of the wind, can you see the fireworks across the shore, the people with clouds drifting by, the people with small bridges and flowing water, and the beautiful smoke curling in the painting, there is also a deep warmth flooding the Heart Lake. How eager it is to have a free wandering. On the way, I will deliberately pass through the deep mountains and forests and listen attentively to the whispers of all things in nature, there is also the joy of birds spreading their wings. A meeting is like a reunion between soul and spirituality, dotted with small secretly pleased and great satisfaction. If a journey of mountains and rivers is the beginning of a Buddhist relationship, occasionally I will stay in a quaint temple, where the incense is not boisterous, I have to seek for the Buddha to sweep the dust for myself, and my heart is clear and clear. Speaking, I am such a trusted woman, listening to the sound of beating wooden fish streaking across her ears, blowing through the prosperity of the world and wanting to add a simple peace to herself. Listening to the true words of chanting along with the time and space flow, passing through the mountains of the ancient temple to the sea of people’s hearts, I just want to realize the boundless and boundless Buddhism, cultivate the reincarnation of the afterlife and become the Green Lotus in front of the Buddha. Turning up a book casually in the afternoon, the time is probably just spent in choosing a period of leisure, and the garden in the book has its own breeze. When getting used to being accompanied by quietness, take a touch of fragrance and smell it on the tip of nose, and the smile at the corner of lips will also make the lonely time beautiful. How many thoughts are brewed in a cup of tea, and how many threads can be used to create a pure and simple beautiful picture. Sitting in the safety of a city, what comes easily is not the smile of words, it’s just a stack of small threads, quiet and safe. When the overwhelming warmth swept over and bathed in the sunshine, all the troubles began to fade away quietly, and the peace of heart was just to seek freedom and worry. Many years ago, I told myself that there was another world in front of me. The only one who loved my soul wandered in a note of words for half a lifetime. Although half a cup of tea after heating was already cold, however, how much sadness has been boiled out in the lost way, looking forward to drinking all the joys and sorrows one day, smiling to the warmth and blooming quietly. Finally, still no will displaced wrote 1.1 drop, present beauty like flowers bloom warm time in. It is said that people’s heart is a sea that can not be seen. If there is no wave in the sea, how can it be terrified and shocked? Even if it is tossing and turning, it is just a matter of one person. It has nothing to do with others and has something, who can I show you if you are not strong and cowardly? Some people say that the blue sky is like a disease. To me, it is not a disease but a hopeless beauty. How blue and broad it is, and how beautiful it is to embrace tens of millions of things, sunshine can’t live without it, rain and dew can’t live without it, animals and plants, people can’t live without it, appreciate its greatness, and we can’t think of anything while we live. You can keep silence as an eternal appearance, dye the scene with the color of fleeting years, make a cup of tea of years into a clear calm, and accompany the loved one to his old age without knowing his white hair, when can I draw a perfect ending for my life. I hope that many years later, my words will still become an immortal legend of a person. I don’t write poems, I don’t write floating life as a dream, I don’t write separation, I just write about his encounter with her, and I love her for a lifetime. Waiting for the spring flowers, just like waiting for the arrival of the loved one, he will take me into his arms and tell me that he is there, everything is no longer the blank of the past. I raised my head and saw the warm sun shining through the fingers into my heart. When I picked up the pen, I thought so much that I would like to skim over the mountains and rivers and gather thousands of tender feelings to reach a place where I came back, and the person who loves me will cherish me, pity me, hurt the lingering sorrow of my eyebrows, kiss away the tears flowing down my cheeks, and the softness of my fingertips will slip through the coldness of my palm, take me with you. I remember that the moon went through summer, autumn and the cold winter. It weaved in the yearning season after season, I wrote the days day after day. As if the picture of acquaintance was still on the memory of yesterday, I stepped on a wisp of breeze, and that person appeared in front of me casually, and a gentle call was silently remembered in my heart from now on, become the warmth I want to guard. Now, the time in the days is still fine. Every day, I start to sleep with full happiness. Listening to him talking about our love, let me talk about endless small emotions, unconsciously, they became the only one for each other. At this time, a new spring is coming, and the moon is still sprinkling white lovesickness in the original place. When the silver brilliance shines on the paper full of words, the feelings like water flow to the sky like a clear spring, flowing into the long river called time, the I am across the bank read and read, thought and thought your bunch of lily of the valley. How long has it been since I fell in love with the smell of ink incense, wandering on the edge of my dream, stirring up the mystery of my mind with wisps of emotion, and suspense in the light wind. Allow me to linger in the flowers with a dignified attitude. At the moment when I am in the wind, can the elegant characters vividly present the gentle beauty of love? What comes easily is the fragrance of a flower, or the charm of a pink one. Whose previous life and present life are enchanted by the silence on the brow? Slow down and chase the fleeting time like water. The flourishing age is just a cloud and smoke in front of us. In the willfulness again and again, it grows slowly after tossing and turning. Nianchun smiled and held a warm heart. I believe that she will still be a gentle woman after many years. Even if the vicissitudes change her face, she will not be afraid of the invasion of wind and rain, in the life of fireworks, keep a city, be happy and safe, and deserve others. Text: makeup silent

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