【Time rhymes long, years are fragrant】
Author: South Wind
Zhou Guoping wrote: "The secret of life is all in time, in the magic and deception of time, but also in the truth and essence of time." "Is there such a possibility that sometimes it is precisely because the time has passed that it becomes hot and burning in the heart."
Old time contains the tenderness of time. A yellowed book page records the years that once seemed to flow like water; an old-fashioned pear blossom window, seeing the world's unhurried and unhurried; a dilapidated corrugation, depicting countless dull mornings and evenings. Once upon a time, time became slow, and the shadow of the sun moved little by little to the other side of the mountain, and life at that time was simple, and it was not yet time to see the end of the story.
Later, we have seen the red dust bustling curtain, we can not get the perfect ending, the shadow of the flowing years is blown thin by the wind, the notes of the past are cold by the moonlight, in the rainy season of memories, let the past crawl up to the heart like moss. Su Xi is light, pillow Qing Huan, the years are quiet, the time is old, when all the stories, have become the back; when all the years, are in the heart. May wish to talk about wine, swim at night with candles, and sigh: time rhymes, and years are fragrant.
Broken windows, lonely lights warm books, there is always a piece of paper love; or wild paths, desolate and quiet, there is always a mid-mountain style. See the world with a pure heart, live with joy, have a normal heart, and remove obstacles with a soft heart. Life is still short, we must have a calm and calm, in an uneasy world, to be a quiet person. On a sunny afternoon, sit by the window, make a pot of tea, do not argue, silent and joyful.
The rhyme of time is too hurried, only by stopping to feel it carefully can we enjoy the quiet years in peace. Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian. You are not in a hurry to treat the years, and the years are gentle and unharmed to you.
About the Author
Nanfeng: Born in a small town in Shaanxi, likes to read, likes the poet Shu Ting, index finger. Love all the good in the world.