About our love

　With a wisp of thought, choose a corner of tranquility, warm a cup of tea, ink on paper, deep winter afternoon, there is a breeze and warm sun, and with you, a small dialog box, deep and shallow, knocked out of the ink fragrance.

　　Having heard the whispers of flowers, walking through the memories of the wind, what else, need, with the heart to wear them in a meticulous way, those with you, in the flow of years, as bright as a cinnabar mark, are hidden into ordinary days, can not be lifted, can not be alienated.

　　All the time, I just want to do simple things, idle gathering, often write, comb the mood, away from emotions, sometimes, will look forward to a rain, from dawn to dusk, wet, listen to the rain through the window, all day, will be lazy self, aimlessly wandering, look at the rain after the stone steps, breeding a cool and thin cold, look at the fine mottled traces, silently fall into the dust, time and shade, silent, you and I, silently separated.

　　From time to time, I will encounter a wonderful word, as if the breeze blows through the lushness of a tree, and in the low eyebrows, it is full of joy, read on the lips, put in the heart, not hidden, not deliberate, like a flower blooming quietly, fragrant and overflowing.

　　Haizi said: "There are many things in life, what can be forgotten is called the past, and what cannot be forgotten is called memory." Sanmao said: "If there is an afterlife, be a tree, stand in an eternal posture without sorrow; Half serene in the dust, half flying in the air; Half scattered in the shade, half soaked in the sun.

　　Very silent, very proud, never dependent, never looking. Such a sentence, a gentle sniff, there is a dark fragrance, there is understanding, there is no need to speculate, there is no need to pinch, clear Zen rhyme, properly placed in the text, gentle and gentle.

　　"When you come to the world, you have to look at the sun and walk down the street with your sweetheart."

　　Pick a flower in your hand, carefully look at the gentleness, the days are long and long, step by step, every process, every intersection, is a kind of practice of the mind, hard work, happiness and sunshine, there will be more, lazy, emotional and sad, there will be some chaos, encounter, affection and touch, will be full, the yearning of life, the light of quiet and pleasant, always know how to accompany calmly, to understand the true goodness of open-mindedness, to be a wise person, to find a considerate person.

　　"Swim across a world, go to a life and death together, wait for a person, or wait for a story."

　　Open the door of memory, there is a sound through the four seasons, it is the love of the distant mountains, scattered in a place, if I and you, the green mountains are clear, the clouds and waters are related, the initial brilliance, can only be replaced by thoughts, an emotion, across the leisurely years, always warm as jade, the heart of the stagent, never stopped, I am in your eyes, you are in my heart, love, is an inseparable theme, love, is the memory of the habitual time, when the frost dyes white hair, the glitz disperses, I put pen to tidy up, the corner of the heart, the memory stored, that is the years to give us, Unparalleled beauty.

　　Along the time between the fingers, lightly touch the corridor of the years, steal the sweet fragrance of a night's dream, thoughts, flowing and long, lose a winter love, Xu Huange accompanies, happiness, simple growth, my heart, quiet imagination.