A spring breeze, Vientiane melts. The clouds and waters of the sky gradually turned to na in the branches of the season, and in a vein of flowing years, secretly sprouted a leaf of simple words, whispered shallow chants and sang, waited for that journey of landscape, silently remembered the blossoming of flowers, and looked forward to the good time of green branches and green leaves and long streams of thin water. This early spring, the mood is always warm and warm, always before the season goes deeper, yu is warm and cold, Wu Zi embarks on the prosperity of the years, Wu Zi enters the imaginary color, and the mood is with a migratory bird that leaps early and returns, busy flying up the branches of the season, murmuring, and then taking a touch of warm sun, pecking out the first emerald green spring in the shao light.
Looking at the back of winter, the snow thing has gradually drifted away. People have long since shed the dreary of winter, and have softened time with kind eyes, reflecting a Li city and the colorful stories of the city with the water of the lake. Look at how the red men and green women on the street enter the plot, how to appreciate the fireworks and how the world is in the chapter, or let the green and green lotus that is stretched out gently whisk the placket, or let the mind flow into the Ying Ying landscape.
Although the road we have traveled may not be satisfactory; although the love song of the next life may not be sung yet; even if, for a while, we may not get rid of the love that is difficult to run aground, as long as we have always cherished the good feelings and good thoughts of everything in the world, the beauty implanted in the heart field will be rich in the painting, and the brightness ahead will also be beautiful into poetry. What kind of subversion and reincarnation is life? Perhaps, we have been sweating all the way to wade through mountains and rivers, all the way to the tireless search up and down, ushered in that is the wait that is not far away; perhaps, that almost makes us pour out all our waiting, in the end it is just a beautiful shoulder rubbing, a moth eyebrow that looks back, a corner encounter, a song of staggered flowering...
If life is really a blossoming forgetting, a dream of floating in the world, a broken intestine that never returns, a foreseeable summer without fruit, then will you be willing to meet again? Presumably, there will be an absolute number of people who will be willing to go, just because this is a no-complaint and no regrets agreement. When all the prosperity is exhausted and the fanghua ends, it is like the end of a play, like the singing of a song, like the cup of unloving water that has been drunk, like a passage where the rabbit has gone from here, and the swallow has come and gone, but because we have all been serious. The past has become a lake that has since enriched the rest of its life, and on the night of the wind, it is like a song.
Three thousand floating dust love, how to Xiao Xiaoqing yellow, falling flowers into a grave, the years of passing water and flowing with who can share. After the changes in the world, the vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields, the stars shift and the bucket, will they hang in the shadows? Will you sigh that the small building was east again last night? Will it stand in the silence of the ZhuYan Ci Mirror Flower Ci Tree? The complexity and simplicity of the world are born from the heart, the heart is quiet and natural, and the desire to nourish the heart will nourish the heart. Instead of asking about the fate of the robbery, it is better to choose a corner to drink tea lightly, look at the short, read the green silk white, and sing the love song to the old; it is better to treat wine as a song and the geometry of life; it is better to blow the wind and flute until the time is shallow; it is better to wipe out the ink and write the recitation, until, only one finger of unrepentant attachment is left.
Life is not satisfactory, always leave yourself a piece of spring color, always think of the beautiful shade not far away, fangfei turned, even if the thoughts are small, even if the lovesickness is a disaster, scarred, but also a leisurely and happy. Involved in the red dust and fireworks that are vertical and horizontal, ups and downs, I would like to ask who has not been sad and happy? Who can easily avoid the distractions that are still messy? Who is willing to be indifferent and desireless, and the sunset is heavy? Weak water three thousand, take only one scoop to drink. Look for a red face in the rolling red dust, put aside life and death, and throw your heart away, instead of going through the wind and rain one by one, seeing through the scenery, clinging to a plain and indifferent attachment to each other, and then, doing a vigorous rush, arbitrarily stringing the red dust edge of a lifetime, not abandoning, no complaints, no regrets. If the heart is warm, the spring water flows freely.
A spring breeze, Vientiane melts. The clouds and waters of the sky gradually turned to na in the branches of the season, and in the year of a smoke and water flow, secretly sprouted a leaf of simple words, chirped shallow and low singing, waiting for that journey of landscape, silently remembering that blossom, waiting for that season of green branches and green leaves, fine water and long flow of good times. The footsteps of spring are really close! I was reading about the spring water bends, spring and Jingming not far away, and the experience of a warm spring blossom. The sun is scorching on the Tropic of Cancer, and the remnants of winter are already weak. When a string of bright pigeon whistles flew overhead in the blue sky, the mood instantly drifted into the white clouds.
I listened attentively to the blossoms beside my ears, to the blood flowing in the trees, and to the pulse of the boundless wilderness! Standing at the door of spring, I waited for the story of the dress to approach again; waiting for a pair of beautiful and extraordinary butterfly wings to flutter in the fragrant flowers; waiting for a lingering love to bloom gracefully between heaven and earth; waiting for the curtain of light and cloudy brocade to spread all the way...