Standing in time and waiting for the rain, waiting for you in the distance. From a drop of morning dew to the sunset; From the first bloom of a flower bud, until the leaves fall into a pool of lotus pond; From the willow alley where Yu Rou and the butterflies flew, to the old house where snow fell from the eaves. How much he wanted to wait for a similar fleeting time from a journey of time. The anticipation that came straight into his eyes was finally stranded in the distance…
That dream of a zen heart like water, like a leaf of tea fragrance entering the water, the light charm warmed each other's hearts; It was like a cup of coffee. Although it had a bitter taste, it always left a lingering mellow fragrance between the lips and teeth. Tea was bitter, but the heart was warm; coffee was bitter, but love was sweet. Coffee was like love. It always sublimated each other's feelings in the harmonious tone. Life was like fragrant tea, always showing the weight of life in a dull and tasteless life.
Life was a city built from the past and the future. Here, there were mountains and rivers, half a breeze, a calm heart, unchanging feelings, sunshine, waiting for flowers to bloom, waiting for the scenery of the season, clearing all the emotions in life from this moment on, leaving a beautiful and expectant feeling in each other's hearts. I only hope that this journey of mountains and rivers will not let me break my heart, wait for the old time, and wait for the old life.
On that day, I stood at the intersection of the wind and rain, and met someone who looked through the waning lights. That year, I sat at the pier where autumn leaves fell, waiting for someone to look back and watch the fishing fire of Jiang Feng. All of this was because there was always a beautiful figure in his heart, a love sentence that he could not forget. In my heart, it was a spiritual pasture that was not tainted by the secular world. It was a greenhouse where the soul rested. It was a poem line embedded in a plain paper. The longer I read it, the more fragrant it was.
Write down some of the light-hearted times in the text, carefully savor it, and the aftertaste will be fragrant; He wrote a love story into a long stream of clouds and water, and practiced it in a fire to become Zen. When you carefully walk through the path of the wind and dust, it is the accumulation of a day and a night, the gathering of a month and a year. No matter how time fades away the memories of the past, it will still fill your beauty in a line of words and engrave your name. It turned out that in everyone's heart, there lived a fragrant period of time, a gentle angel, and a beautiful story.
Relying on the one-meter warm sun, occasionally turning over the old times, the foundation hidden in the ink was once a deep love, a strand of light thoughts, a trace of warm fragrance, writing the gentle lines of poetry in the years, touching the warmth of the heart, sensing the true nature of life. Thus, I used a fallen flower to decorate the language, decorate the softness of a journey like Zen and smoke, and linger gently in the time as clear as water.
It was said that waiting for a person was a joy; Missing someone was a form of comfort. For some people, if they missed her too much, it would gradually become a habit. If a relationship was a cultivation, why not place the feelings of the clouds in time? There was no need to confess, no need to touch, just let the fragrance dry in the dust for a moment to remember, and let go of a hope in a place where the grass grew and the orioles flew. Wasn't it a kind of beauty?
A good time passed quickly like flowers blooming and falling. Let each other's smiles be left in the wind, and understand the taste of the world, the vicissitudes of life. Let the soothing mood naturally grow fragrant with time. One day, when one could still reminisce in the warmth of the passing years, it would be the best interpretation of life given by time.
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