Text 丨 tree
Anchor 丨 Lin Qing
How much prosperity, a turn, into an out-of-context fragment; how much love, a look, scattered into the clouds of smoke.
The lively will eventually leave, and the bright will also return to silence. You see, the snow of the years has covered the heart into sleep, and the hustle and bustle has begun to become solemn.
We are all wandering in the deepest and most beautiful time and space, walking quietly, quietly feeling, quietly relying on time and shadow, blowing away a lifetime of smoke and dust, only for the love that is worth it.
Zhang Xiaoxian said: Some thoughts can't be put down; some love can't be broken. All kinds of fetters in life are nothing but cutting off the old and the new.
In fact, feelings really can't be well interpreted, if the encounter is just a Yoshimitsu Katayu concluded in the streamer. The most beautiful companionship is only a short-lived return, do you still have to devote your life's love to the memory?
Dreaming, drenched in yellowed books. I think I can't, even if I can't put it down, I can't cut it off, even if I pretend to be strong, there are shadows that betray themselves.
If you can, I only wish that the flowers bloom strangely, and always remember the fragrant sleeves; the years and spring have always been folded as green as ever. A smoke and rain in a lifetime, always blooming, is the most beautiful return.
Stand in the morning breeze and listen to the flowers and the distant whispers of the sleeping poetry.
When the sun rises with the fragrance of grass and trees, I just want to be a quiet woman in the fireworks, lonely beyond all noise.
I always feel that everyone in the red dust is born with a life to carry, from the beginning to the present, those mood stations that pass by are a kind of burden forward.
And what we have to learn is to light a bonfire in our hearts, not to drop the pen desolate, but to look at the mountains and rivers and trees with a warm posture and a refreshing eyebrow.
Then with the tenderness of a flower, invite the soul to rest, and say joy to every cloud you meet, so it is good to grow old leisurely.
Time is engraved with falling flowers, seasons are carved with faces, and this earthly world changes every day.
Insist on using true love to sympathize with the thin coolness of time, when you walk through the most difficult and bitter section of the road, I believe that there will be the most beautiful scenery waiting in front of you.
The sunshine is so good, the softness in the eyes, it is a piece of peace and purity. If you can, plant a fragrant seed in the flow of light water, and wait for every inch of tenderness to sprout for the soul to be warm and complete.
And we must also work hard to go on, and we will live often into nothing. Not for remembering, only for the years to come, can still be quiet.
It turns out that the feeling of being at ease with the encounter is so beautiful and so good.
The rest of my life is long, and I am willing to love with the years!
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