Walk through quiet times and live well

"Quiet Time" | text: Plain heart like lan

"I can't bear to go in, I just want to sit tonight."

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And let time testify, and write down the flowing water in the birthday... - inscription

First, think quietly

I was awakened by the sun. In the dream, your smile warmly approached, and I felt your heartbeat and breathing. The corners of his mouth and gentle eyes are like the tide. The early winter sun is quiet, the warm breath is slightly stained with morning dew, and the shallow red color dampens the morning wind.

I woke up in the cold morning fog, and the gentle birdsong opened a red cloud shadow. The window ledges are crawling with fine fragments of flowers, reflecting the dark marks of the sun. A light blue curtain, easily separated from the hustle and bustle of life, fell into the eyes, only the meandering years, and the slowly passing clouds. I would rather fall into such a quiet seclusion, not asking about the flow of years, not staining the smoke.

Just let me rely on it for a while, okay? Allow me to slowly comb through the bits and pieces of memories, allow me to slowly taste the youth that is about to fade from me. I thought I should be quiet for a while, alone. Maybe I have a little loneliness and loneliness, maybe I have a little pity and sadness. After all, I am just an ordinary woman to the extreme, as small as dust, unable to do the heart like water. I don't know who can do it without hesitation at the moment when other lives pass?

The chandelier on the ceiling is still exquisite and exquisite. There is a glimmer of light flowing out, like a clear glass world, just like the first sight, moving. It's just that if I look so deeply at this moment, I will find the shadow of the years peeling off from some dark places. No matter how glorious it is, it will not escape the guard of fate, and it is only a lamp.

In the porcelain bottle of lake blue, there are several sword orchids. When I bought it yesterday, because of the delicate accumulation and brewing of those flowers and bones, because of my name, I have always been partial to it. So I gladly returned, and the rare careful, very carefully injected water into it, as if completing some ritual.

Maybe it was because of my piety, or because of my flowering period today, those light purple condensation and pink water buds all spit out, inadvertently splashed a picture of gouache in yunyi Danxia. The delicate and clear spirit of the dark incense book in the room is 120,000 joys in the eyes, let alone into the heart? I seemed to hear the soul bursting out of the air, echoing the sound of this blossom.

The large writing desk was right in front of my eyes, neatly stacked with my beloved books, and in the middle was a picture of me smiling and smiling, trance-like yesterday. The one I was reading these days but hadn't finished reading it was still lying flat on the table. The plot and protagonist of the book seem to be able to travel through time and space at any time, freely entering and leaving, just like the episode about the peony pavilion in the newly completed fragment.

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Often when reading carefully, it is not surprising that you presuppose a grand encounter for yourself, whether it is a scholar or a fairy demon. If you can polish each other's deep pupils, clearly reflect each other's affection and flowing years, if you raise your eyebrows like that, even if you fall into the abyss or fall in an instant, what regrets do you have?

I look forward to the day when I can walk into those stories with legends, have a tenderness and happiness, match my eyebrows, and lead me to see the long stream.

Second, quiet warmth

As always, I pushed open the half-hidden log door, but I was overwhelmed by the sudden applause and blessings. Before there was any reaction, the flooding tide had already burst the embankment. A feeling of happiness and warmth struck, overflowing into a shallow lake at the bottom of the heart. Exactly how they learned this little secret, I have no way of knowing.

But this meticulous care and thoughtfulness is enough to make every seed as low as dust blossom as beautiful as a flower.

Everyone has a window in his heart, for whom to open and for whom to close, depending on him or herself. In this world of cold concrete, who will pave a bridge to each other for whom, and who will light up the loneliness and joy in their hearts for whom?

Ten thousand red dust, can we do it quietly and lean down a little lower. Sometimes that warm inquiry, a smiling blessing, a pair of tolerant hands and a heart of tenderness, when time is over, you can still remember the sincerity and warmth of the past.

Before and after receiving many greetings and text messages from friends who are familiar or not often in contact, my heart has always been filled with the warmth and touch of agarwood. This birthday, the unparalleled happiness, because of the fingertips of the screen, because of so many clean and pure friendship.

As Yi said: "Your birthday is so long, there will be more and more people who believe in blessings, and I am really happy for you." "Yes, I remember every stay and greeting, every laughter and joy. I am so covetous of such beauty and pampering, such a deep affection, how can I try to repay it?

The pendant of jade glass was quietly perched in my palm. It is as if it has broken through the dust of the past, and this life is found in the crystal of circulation. Is it to travel a few degrees of earthly and landscape, in order to be able to step on the flying swallow, send the heavy hope to a pure moon, and make such a promise with the palm of the hand?

The warm and smooth jade must be your smiling eyes. The delicate and delicate jade body must be your gentle touch. And the exquisite jade color must be your meticulous care and warmth. A thin silver chain clasped the ten fingers together. I know that in this life, I am doomed to not be able to get out of the siege you gave.

Three, wave quietly

The moon rose, it was the second quarter of the moon, and at the beginning of the month, the qinghui was held.

The daytime revelry and feast have come to an end, the laughter has faded, and the heavens and the earth are quiet. Only the last chant of the autumn worm remained, singing a lingering and infatuated feeling of resentment.

The wind blew quietly, and the leaves followed like butterflies into a corner of the balcony. A thud, so clear. Should we throw ourselves into dust and mud to make flowers, or should we all end up in dust and mud? Then let me give you a ride, return your spring heart butterfly dream, and look at each other in the coming year.

In the distance, the city cut off heavy black shadows under the dim street lights and cast heavy black shadows. A string of moonlight is clear but hazy. The fluorescent fireflies dispersed early, and the scattered three or two stars were clearly extinguished, pulling the sky so high, mysterious and quiet. At night, it grew colder and colder, as if it were going to cool the whole body and mind.

No matter how I grasped this last green, I still couldn't stop the flowing water. Then, all reluctance is in vain, and all arrivals are nothingness. Only your warm palms and warm shoulders, only your silent pampering and tolerance, is my greatest truth and happiness in this life.

I couldn't bear to go in, I just wanted to sit down tonight and walk away in the old age. Then, smiling, moving forward...

Let time testify

Remember your initial look

Wipe off the wounds of the flowing young rub

From now on

I only smile at you

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Pen name: Su Xin Rulan, likes to walk while looking for the state of life, but also likes to use the camera and text to record the bits. There are always some strange ideas to share with friends, of course, the people who come are friends.

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