Cook a pot of spring, live color and fragrance
Author: Xiang Xue Ruolan Source: Time Beauty Reading
Editor: Yi meng Fang Fei ID: dreamflymf
Winter to spring, the cycle of years, the natural milling, time unconsciously far away. The barren season slowly grows new green, corresponding to the ink fragrance of the soul, so collect the sun, breeze and rain dew, carefully cook a pot of spring, listen to the birds and flowers, laugh and drink the glitz of the world.
Chun, in my eyes, is a sleeping beauty, after time, the prince who waits for the wind will gently wake her up, "Chun, gladly opened her eyes" Like Zhu Ziqing's sentence. Simple, clear, but evocative.
The spring breeze sends warmth, looking forward to the red of a tree, the brightness of a window, has been not far away from The poetry of Lou Tingyu. In the blink of an eye, winter has come through spring, time is like a white colt, the years are like water, the snow rhyme of winter, the plum soul, it seems that it has not been rewarded enough, the product is enough, the understanding is enough, the skirt of spring has quietly blown across the mountains and rivers of the earth, everything is slowly waking up, the ice and snow are gradually melting, sleeping in the cycle of spring is full of the branches of the years, living color and fragrance.
I would like to write a poem about spring, how shallow my heart is, how to lyrically can not express its rhythm, its rhyme and rhyme. I can only use a faint pen and ink to describe the picture of spring wordlessly in my heart.
I like a feeling of simplicity, a faint sky, white clouds, hazy rain, a slight wind, and then a faint wisp of incense, close your eyes, breathe lightly, that is the taste of early spring, that is the leisurely nature of the plain year, that is the gentleness of the poems.
Walking in the spring mood, the mood is particularly stretched and refreshing. Walking in the hustle and bustle, the heart still has poetic feelings, I think, what a rare understanding and harvest, I am glad, in the fireworks and poetry, I am a free walking flower, no matter when, no matter where, there is a Zen state of mind, simple, introverted, not floating, not impetuous, quiet elegant bloom.
With the arrival of spring, time is getting warmer and warmer, a touch of green planted in the heart, more and more lush in the fingertips, how many memories have not been stranded, how many hearts have fallen off the flowers, how many wind and moon are dyed with plain brocade, how many watchful thoughts are as before. Open an old paper, the stranded verses come into view, the yellowed ink flowers carry the love of the heart, the loneliness is stained with love, Shan Shan climbs the window of the heart, quietly chanting and singing in the spring, I don't know how long this thought will last, but I know that it will live according to the veins of spring.
The fragrance of books, the fragrance of tea, the fragrance of flowers; the fragrance of hearts, the fragrance of poetry, and the warm fragrance of spring sprinkled all over the idle window, the incense incense into the bones, the wisps of the soul, the ink flowers, the drunken heart, at this moment, the most suitable to pour the thoughts of the heart into a spring color, a heart, blown by the wind, swaying ripples.
A firework, or bustling, or lonely, or brilliant, no matter how it has ended, will always remember a warm flower. A once, like a flow of water, will always keep a thought in his heart. A fate, a red dust scroll, will always embroider a wisp of incense.
Daily heart language, heart and mind, write fireworks and qinghuan, comfortable incense; write about encounters and thoughts, affection and incense; also write feelings and feelings, Zen incense. The days turn over day by day, counting the twilight, looking back at the past, there are stumbling, there are sorrows, there are joys, there are expectations, whether good or bad, I think it is an experience, a practice, a test of life. For yesterday, we should not forget, for today, we live well in the present, for tomorrow, we bravely move forward, heart, sun warm, hands, embrace spring.
Flipping through the picture scrolls of time, a few curtains of winter snow, a few rolls of spring wind, the heavens and the earth have melted into ice and snow. The seasons change with the change of nature, and the heart is full of nostalgic pictures, but it is always quiet and tight. In the red dust, a spring water flow is played, so that the heart is stained with Zen incense, comfortable, qingyuan and long.
Boil a pot of spring, the heart has a peach orchard, everywhere water clouds; embroidery a beautiful, the heart has a silken, living color and fragrance.