After a long time, the dusty past will also open up on the way time has passed. Walk through the floating life, there is nothing to wait for, in your life has never left, life is dew, yesterday morning dawn, after the plum cold peach bloom, spring and autumn withered, turn away from the back, do not need to have a little wind sound, bring up the jade dust flying flowers, return to the line.
The wheel refers to other squares, the falling branches are meaningless, and they also carry the scattered flowers, walking according to the grass, the rain under the mud and other rains slightly eliminate the footprints, and the flowers in the fog can still be found for three points. Acquaintance is the fate, encounter is the edge, no dust to cover the eyes, the road ahead is obscured, the vast does not see its scene, when it is timely and waiting for a long time, the shadow of the person waits for a few points, the lights are stained at night, there is no death mitsubishi, and there is no end to it. I am afraid of what I met, but the vicissitudes of the world are accidental, why not drink the next life of clutching sorrow and joy, the branches are emerald red, born in the sky, and will also fall into the dust after time. Here in the cycle, the month and month are secretly changed year by year, the similarity is not the past, and then say that the flying flowers are month by month, for whom to fold the face, and so on the fallen branches and flowers are empty and thin, and the old trees under the long wall moon do not sleep.
In terms of life, it is not easy to meet, the sea of people is rare to see, if it is like a floating cloud, or like a wisp of duckweed in the wind, if you go away here, will you float again. At the beginning of listening to the raindrops, the silk rain is like smoke, the smoke curtain is scattered, and the fingers pass through the bead curtain, falling at a touch, the fallen leaves in the court are blowing in the wind, the dust is taken in the meaning, the water color is unknown and the shade is unknown, and it gradually enters the ear. Wait for the wind and sand to tailor the clothes, take a picture to bring up, go after the aftermath of the inorganic, or not is so distracted, flowing wood carving column, there is no ancient and modern meaning, not in the exchange, who walks alone for no reason, after the encounter, the time is unintentional.
Sometimes forgetting is the best silence, needless to say, no need to remember, no matter what the stories will be, time will eventually pass, the years will eventually grow old. The flowing water, the mud and swamps of the mountains and rivers, the habitat of the river, the realm of the years encountered, the long spring flowers, the autumn moon, and the nostalgia of the past on the way away. Walking a long way, the years of long travel do not remember, do not read, enjoy the drizzle of flowers, frost cold plums, warm wine in the past sad and happy.
A city of smoke and rain and a lonely person, Gu Fang's half-traces. If it is freehand old news, constantly moving forward, the shadow is mottled and shallow, falling into the memory of the departed, looking at the old way to the west, the life is half-customary and half-elegant, faded years, looking back and sighing is also speechless.
Maybe it's because you're too attached, so what you want will be too far away, and maybe when you let go, you will pass by your side again at some point later. We have seen too many stories, and we have also witnessed the endless blossoms and flowers falling in the spring and autumn return, leaving the way to the twilight, a little wind and rain accompanying the morning and dusk, washing away the dust along the way, not staining the dust between the hearts, but also agarwood like crumbs.
In fact, in the years, who did not leave with the past, after the past intentions, stupid a lot, treat some things, you can also laugh and pass, say what can not be released, and why let go. The mountains are long and the waters are wide, the heavens and the earth are endless, and everything in the world that should be met will eventually be met, so why wait.
Time has passed, Mo Dao is the most difficult person to come in the wind and rain, he has seen the dusk and twilight, the dawn of the dawn, the deceased has not returned, and the departure is still the same.