"Fibrous Heart Wujun" | text: 汉毓
"Thousands of threads will not change, let him gather and divide"
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The sun is shining in the evening, and the prosperity is over. Su Wujun gently buckled the east fence, the plain muscle ice bone like exquisite jade water, to the west wind, laughing about the wind and frost how? Thick and mysterious pen stained ink halo, cold groan autumn color, "ShiYu drama pen does not know crazy, is it Dan Qingfei competition." The poly leaves are sprinkled with a thousand dots of ink, and the flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost. The light thick god will be in front of the wind and jump out of the autumn wrist bottom incense. Mo recognized the east fence idle picking, sticky screen chat to comfort Chongyang. "Slim emotions flow smoothly. The eyelids are drooping, the expression is slightly confused, and the intoxicating and elegant posture is beautiful and heart-pounding. Splashing ink, the eyebrows faintly skimmed the slightest unknown heart, and there was some unattainable indifference in the non-hegemony, diffusing with a lonely and elegant rhyme.
Leaning lightly on the slanting railing, standing proudly, who pities it as thinner than the yellow flower? Confused eyes suddenly tender and affectionate, suddenly cold as frost, faint loneliness drunk with an autumn dream. The petals on the branches of the heart are faintly whispered, low murmurs, and deep and shallow haunting clouds. Shyness and gentleness exude calmness and persistence, just to get, such as I cherish the king and cherish me. Who understands the helplessness and persistence behind a strong smile and a happy face? But no, the shutdown of the German anti-anger, tears splashed lightly no one knows. Raising an eyebrow, he asked the drifting clouds, whose heart will sink and whose palm will it fall?
Inexplicably, my mind drifted over the thin figure. The quality is like a water hibiscus, what kind of sorrow is locked deep between the two bends? Tears dotted, soft waves. In the faint resentment, there is a kind of awe-inspiring backbone. Feminine and delicate, the wind dew and clear sorrow flowed in her eyes, so soft and boneless intoxicating, how could she bear to be disturbed. Looking at her sister who was holding her heart, she hid all her feelings in her heart, carefully cared for the pearl fairy grass that was tingting, and carefully maintained the self-esteem of a lovely child who was like Xi Shi. The same is a unique posture, the same is full of poetry books, but she appreciates Xiao Xiang's freedom more, and she can use poetry to vent her inner love and infatuation.
A song "TitlePa Three Absolutes" vividly captures the subtle changes in the heart. "Eyes empty with tears and tears, dark sprinkles more to whom." The size of the mackerel is given away, so that Junna will not be sad. Throwing beads and rolling jade only steals, the town day has no intention of calming down, the sleeve on the pillow is difficult to wipe, let him dot and spot. The color line is difficult to collect the beads on the surface, the old traces of the Xiangjiang River have been blurred, and there are thousands of bamboo poles in front of the window, and there are no incense stains. "But how could she, Su Wujun, weep like Xiao Xiang?"
A thousand tears of bamboo tells the depth of that past love, and even the iron stone people are also poured into it. The pulse is tender, and the two hearts know each other. The beautiful and holy soul poured out a refreshing fragrance, drunk and chaotic.
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Even if the hearts and minds are connected, she understands her, and she understands her. However, flowers relieve people and flowers are also sad. Every time you read that sentence, "Whose autumn courtyard has no wind, where is the autumn window without the sound of rain?" "The heart of the curtain is blown through by the breeze. Yes, in the sleepless autumn night, they have the same feelings, the same fate entanglements. In the feudal fence, they let them struggle and float, but they could never get out of the shackles. Haggard flowers cover haggard people, and flower trapezers are tired and easy to dusk. The cuckoos on the branches sounded blood and tears, the hearts of the people who knew the voices, and in the lonely curtains, there were faint moon marks in the air accompanied by lonely people!
On the east fence, the clouds of the Emperor wu are gently pulled, and the chrysanthemums stand. If there is nothing, the rich and idyllic floating water. Leaning on each other with a smile, he instantly dissipated the impetuousness of The Purple Strange Dust. Graceful and ethereal, simple and intelligent woman, elegant and fresh, subtle and elegant, hidden in the reticence of a little tenderness, in the hustle and bustle of a low-key, in the loneliness contains a touch of wisdom, quiet and leisurely contains the maturity of God's calm, precipitated into "rather hold the incense branch to grow old, not with the yellow leaves dancing autumn wind" of self-reliance, self-improvement, self-love.
There is also a calm detachment and calmness. Cold eyes look at the prosperity, he more admired situ Kong's "twenty-four poems" in the "elegance" - enjoying the rain hut, sitting in the middle of the christ, repairing bamboo left and right, the white clouds are clear, the birds are chasing each other, the green shade of the sleeping piano, and there are flying waterfalls. The flowers are speechless, the people are as light as chrysanthemums, and the age of the book is readable. Under the influence of this culture, there is less green between the eyebrows, and more calm and open-mindedness. There is a return of refusing the bustling introvert and the simple heart; there is a pleasant soothing of "not being insulted, watching the flowers blossom and fall; leaving no intention, looking at the clouds and clouds"; more with the concentration of listening to the babbling of flowing water, there is also a quiet spirituality and epiphany.
Proud and frosted, she has an introverted personality, and she has a cold arrogance like Qinzhu. All the tears condensed into frost, surging in the waves of eyes. Ren Hundred Flowers competed for fangs, shallow and lightly laughed. Insight into the world, clear and clear eyes have a little more calm and calm. Like a calm blue water, it precipitates all the floating dust and disturbances, and is lonely in the wind. Thousands of threads will not change in the end, let him gather and divide.
The affection faded away and the heart returned. Put away the tears and smile lightly. A person persistently adheres to the belief in life, blooms a unique style, and carefully builds a fortress of wisdom. The contemplative spirit that emanates from the inside out knows how to appreciate the scenery of life more deeply. Love, dedication, deep love, obsessed with love, and bitter in love, coolness will put everything stranded in the bottom of the heart, fade to the red dust. Meditate at dusk and leave a picture of elegance. Wait for Him outside of time, wait for Him within time, eternity, moment, moment, eternity.
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Pen name: 澋汉毓. Like to use a plain pen, with words, to warm every lonely soul!
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