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Tonight is sleepless, thoughts are floating, and time travels through every familiar twilight. The past of Que Que clearly appeared in front of his eyes, flowing in the dream, everything could not be reinterpreted, only slowly reminisced. Grind the past into taste, one point of flowing water, two points of dust, empty like three points... The old times of one post after another, there are cold and warm, there are also sorrows and joys, which have become the condiments of life and the taste of the years.
Everything in the world is deeply zen because of stillness. In the past hundred years, the white colt has passed through the gap, the prosperity has ended, the time has gradually drifted away and become silent, and Shaohua has gradually passed away and disappeared. The heart is as light as a chrysanthemum, delete the complicated and simplify, hide in their own secluded corners, brew a text, fill a gap of old words, there are Qiankun in the words, there is the sun and the moon in the words, there are thoughts in the ink, the long road of life, because it is quiet and beautiful and leisurely. "If the sun is shining, enjoy the idle clouds; if the rain falls on the window, listen to the wind; the flowers bloom and dance, and the flowers fall to pay for the flowing water; the bright moon shines on the clear stream, and the flower path is dark and fragrant." Beauty is born in silence, magic is brewed in elegance, if the breeze comes, send fragrant wisps...
Prosperity goes around the shoulders and has nothing to do with me. In the noisy disturbance of materialistic desires and traffic, refuse to hustle and bustle outside the door, break the exaggeration outside the body, set Jane quiet in the heart, and find a state of mind to drink tea and write, in order to stabilize the restless mood. Standing at the top of the years grazing the soul, the mountains a journey, the water a journey, red dust, vicissitudes, flowing years, Qing Huan, a touch of understanding, through the flow of years, through the temperature of the fingertips, look forward to the years are quiet, the wind is light.
The red dust is far-reaching, and the loneliness is like a song. The most beautiful scenery is to walk with you in the depths of the soul. Like an elegant white lotus, the dark incense floats on the edge of the dust like water; it is also like a deep valley orchid, free from the world; and like a frosted snow plum, proud of the ice, giving people a sense of alienation. It's like the wild lilies in the lonely valley finally have spring, emitting a burst of sweet fragrance...
About author:Wang Xiaohui' pen name is Peaceful Ruhua and works for Yuncheng Tobacco Company. Heze City Writers Association member, Heze City Book Association member. His works can be found in Qilu Evening News, Heze Daily, Heze Radio and Television News, Water Margin Culture, Yuncheng Literature and Art, Chengxin Yuncheng, Caozhou Poetry Newspaper, Lao Ji Poetry Anthology
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