Often, hold a cup of fragrant tea, light fragrance, color and taste lingering; often, with an ancient rhyme, gentle and elegant, light music like a dream. Drink tea lightly, listen to the piano, the aroma is intoxicating, full of colorful clouds. Not for loneliness, not for lovesickness, just leisure. Antique charm, without a little fireworks in the world, walking in the clouds, fairy meaning.
The sound of ancient rhymes, there are feelings and intentions, there are joys and pains, there are incessant questioning, mixed with scattered sorrows. The old and ancient rhyme of the old and the smell of the ancient rhyme, the faint moonlight, the babbling water, a few soft laughs, lingering nostalgia. Slow jump a little sad, stumps fall flowers, flowing water mercilessly, a little smile, sad and helpless.
There is sound outside the curtain, and time and space flow. The melancholy of the ancient rhyme, the hurt of the ancient rhyme, the ghostly throat of the ancient rhyme, the ethereal and clear. The ancient rhyme is melodious and the wind and waves are rising, and the people in the depths of the world are confused, as if I have returned to the ancient time and space. In the ancient melody made a Gangnam dream. Sitting alone in front of the window, closing your eyes and listening to the strings, distant, mysterious, reverie...
Time took my hand, and came back to the stream of Huansha, smelling the faint ancient wind, and using the wind and moon to cover up the impetuous and sad wind and sand of this life that was covered with moss. The ancient rhyme flows slowly, in the artistic conception, the clouds flowing, the pearls falling on the jade plate; the ghostly sound is stagnant, like a melodious turn.
In the long ancient rhyme, I heard the desolation and sorrow, whispering and whispering, and the light sorrow of the hardship and sorrow was always up and down. In the ghostly illusion, the lyricism of the heart, the sigh of low compassion, the weak fingertips, condensed in the frost.
Like this quiet intercourse with the ancient rhyme, long and distant, elegant and beautiful, worry and long gone, dust and thoughts, wandering in it, there is really a sense of virtual floating, ethereal birth. When alone, I like to cultivate myself with simple and sensible things, and occasionally I can realize some shallow reasoning.
I am destined to be a hurried passer-by in the world, and all the gorgeous mood banishment and long and indifferent words hold hands with me. I carefully grasp all the beauty of reality, and do not deliberately pursue anything, but I am very advocating the feeling of nature, including a simple tea cup with the harmony and beauty of the lotus pond moonlight half pushed and half let go.
Feel with your heart, a piece of music, some words can be a drunken and sweet wine, then what are you still silent and depressed? Just open your fierce feelings, embrace everything you can have around you, and simply give yourself a satisfaction.
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