Yiren Guan'er, writing the heart with a pen, a wisp of affection, light smoke like water, fine as appropriate, writing, the heart moves at will, the words have feelings, looking for the tender water in the ink...
One by one
I like to let half a light of time imprison myself
I like to be idle, but I also like simplicity
Usually at leisure
Dip in some ink and write your own leisure
A piece of paper is clear, watching the story turn into dust
Quietly clinging to the years, quietly without a sound
Sometimes, the world is in need of a little loneliness
When cascading memories run through the gaps in the soul
I was only silent, letting time come and go
Let your heart be warm as ever
The heart is like a slight wave, see the plain hug, the morning rises and condenses the dew, and the time sits quietly... Quietly dissipate the mediocre flow of years, the wind rises to see the flowers and grass dance, and the rain falls to listen to the eaves beads song. Living your own slow life, retaining this leisurely state of mind, the situation of life is so simple and satisfying, only because all this is so appropriate for you.
Yang Xue; a woman who writes her heart with her soul. The style is not ancient and modern, the feelings are self-pure, the heart has incense, why dip the clothes; the plain pen falls, know my intentions.
Photography: P-figure of myself