It's snowing, it's flying, a little flower, and when it falls, it's a world, a dream. A person who holds a dream sits quietly in a low place, like a very green coat covered in mud, the branches are entangled quietly, and the same time and shade slowly walk, slowly grow old. Some people say that the poetic life of green snow is the most moving. This "green snow" two words, let me heartbroken, roll the sky white, bamboo wind fine cut, pine wave flick, suddenly release flowers and thousands of trees, green fog white smoke intertwined, raw, the people who listen to the snow under the tree into jade people.
I always feel that the wind and snow moon are not only love and love, but also a person's inner interest, abundant heart, ordinary, and a lot of qingxi. I like to raise a few small greens, embellished in the snow window, light white and fine green, eyes fluttering, heart full of joy. If you love, you don't need a famous door, even if you have a plant in the mountains, take good care of it, you can also shake the incense with fine green and keep warm.
The green snow is poetic, there is no throbbing of the buds, there is no sigh of falling petals, there is no twisting of the light spring and early green, around the oppression of the big green in the deep summer, and there is no worry about the green extinction of the autumn, she is like a waist graceful woman, a woman with a green veil shawl, with acacia in her eyes, standing in front of the window, watching the snowflakes fly. Slow yourself down, sit with green, put a pot of coarse tea, listen to the song of the green piano, turn the pages of pure words, wash the dust with clear water, and enjoy the silence of the day without loneliness.
Or do nothing, quietly clinging to a window of green and white, the reverie of the north and south of the sky, as if sitting idly on the creek stone, there is green water, not slowly ringing at the ankle, the white mist flutters, I am full of simple clothes, and entangled with green smoke, slowly scattered into a bend of green and quiet moonlight, since it is a bit, the wind is white, the sun and the moon, the flowers are perched on the green lotus, and they are at ease, all go with the cloth coarse tea people.
The other day I saw Xue Xiao zen's white tea, she said that the white tea is really beautiful, she said, the tea soup came out, faded to the spring dream to be self-vigilant, and everything became a cloud of smoke. Scattered, scattered. That "snow" and "spring dream" were really beautiful, and I suddenly felt confused.
Over the years, although every day to relieve idle tea, have not been able to really do its confidant, but there is a tea, encounter, and never forget, meet the snow Zen tea snow spring dream, "green snow buds" light and pleasant thoughts. This green snow bud is also a kind of white tea, remember when buying tea, the tea seller mentioned this name without considering anything and bought it, and now I think, it was just to respond to this snow-like spring dream.
Liao language only, the wonderful realm comes out, attracting people to concentrate into the painting, this is the magic of words, good words, no words to show off, ink has a blank, dipped fingers do not feel the mind is clear, chanting Oh has incense. The vegetarian in the window, when the soup is fragrant, take a piece of paper, hold a pen of tranquility, quietly realize the situation, write down the state of mind, a period of vegetarian time, the emotion is like snow, the silver bowl, outside the window, if it is picked up by the person who reads the sound, it will be able to see the grass seed in the warmth between the lines, constantly simple, broken, budding, green like a fern.
Jia Baoyu said that women are made of water, and through the turbidity of resentment and tears, I saw a mei clear, soft and tough. The woman made of water, not chanting Oh has become a poem, no whitewash is also a painting, she uses a stream of clear sun and moon trickling, around her own mountain, watching the little fish in her arms grow up happily, not strong, but extra pampered by the years, enjoying a plain and steady little happiness.
This winter, there was exceptional snow and the ground was white. Returning from going out, the eyebrows of the clothes are stained with the clear air of snow, the entrance, a window is clear, the eyes are full of greenery, the heart moves slightly, the time is not old, it is a good time. Took the tea and sat quietly. On the case, the jasper is full of green, like jade overflowing white porcelain, not dripping, not scattered, a piece of tranquility, enough to make all the past in the heart thank the gold powder, abandon the noise, quietly leaning on the green Nayang. Sometimes, like or deep love, just a thought, that is, the sky is old, the original intention is still the same.
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