【Read you, Shan Shan Zhong】
Author: Dotted line polygon
Quiet night, quiet.
When the osmanthus blossoms are in full bloom, the incense is full. In the blink of an eye, long hair drifted into the autumn colors of October. The incense under the eaves is soaked with sweet fragrance, ticking the rhythm of spring.
In the dreams of my hometown, there are broken flowers in the fields, grain ears waiting to be released, hot springs flowing from streams, and rhododendrons that spread all over the mountains. Quiet and rich, even the moonlight is full of warm fragrance.
In the wind of my hometown, half an acre of pond is filled with lotuses, scattered with dewdrops on lotus leaves, and koi carp sink to the bottom of the water to play in light boats, churning water splashes and noisy pond lotuses from time to time.
In the rain of my hometown, I gently turned over the fields, over the clouds, over the peach blossoms, cut into a curtain of smoke, and in the fragrant rain, there was a gorgeous flower season.
The tenderness of my hometown, a pair of eyes looked through my heart. Lotus pond, Taoyuan, moonlight, evening wind, flowing years under the moon before flowers, lingering into a drunken year.
The four seasons of my hometown, spring green, summer lang, autumn cool, winter snow. Gently pushing open the window ledge of my hometown, a thick fragrance of cinnamon poured into my heart. Like a painting, it is only a few minimalist sketches, there are many less floating clouds, and it is also a landscape and a garden, leaving a blank rhyme, knowing each other quietly. Like a poem, write down the grass and green water, warm up with the sunny sun, pick up a few branches of memory to make wine, drink snow against the window, perceive distance and distance, shallow overflow.
The night in my hometown is quiet.
Scattered with fireflies, Zen chanting Hua Nong. Time on the waterfront, light breeze. Gentle red cherry, emerald green plantain. A warm embrace, with the moonlight and water color in all kinds of worries, graceful fragrance.
I always believe that the person in my hometown is the person I want to wait for, the gift of God, the person who is destined to arrange in this lifetime. Just looking back and smiling, it is a lifetime of love, holding hands for thousands of years.
In the most beautiful time, Qinse accompanied. An inch of drum, a bright moon. You are beautiful for the mountains, I am like flowing water, splashing a poem, out of the string half moon sound. The stars and moons between the shy words fell into the heart socket, silently agreeing, a burning cloud, soaking through the long lan towel.
Through the sound of the wind at the fingertips, a deep thought is removed. Walk through the depths of red dust and find you in the white clouds of your hometown. Picking a plum blossom, we hugged each other under the osmanthus tree that had been planted together.
Flowers blossom and are full of words. The long scroll under the green lamp ink was full of thoughts, and the eyebrows of the case fell in anticipation. Yingying smiled lightly, waiting until the maple leaves were red and the osmanthus flowers were fragrant. Wait for the gentle footsteps, accompanied by the sound of the kite, adding fragrance to the moonlit night. Write the way you came, blow away all the wind and dust, spread out the years, the fragrance of flowers, the mountains, waiting for you...
About the Author:
Dotted line surface, settled in Beijing. Horizontal and vertical years, skimming time, using pen and ink to write about the vicissitudes of wind and rain, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy.