I have always felt that the worldly body is always cleansed by thoughts. This is especially true when faced with the roar of the city every day. Sip a glass of self-sparkling loose wine and watch a small circle of ripples in the strong wine

I have always felt that the worldly body is always cleansed by thoughts. This is especially true when faced with the roar of the city every day.

Drinking a glass of self-sparkling loose wine in the afternoon, watching a small circle of ripples slowly spread in the strong wine, and the rare small snowflakes still floating outside the window, the mood is also very good.

At this time, you will see spring wafting out of the wine, villages, rivers, paths, meadows, jagged trees and snow-covered mountains, and the body and soul will fly in the fragrant wind.

Whether it's a snow, a rain, or a faint puff of smoke, or a subtle stream of air through a red-headed gull. Hold your breath, close your eyes, and carefully control your body, and then you will settle down and break away from the past or life of your iQue.

A lot of the time, I'm living in my own world. It's normal, but I'm used to quietly blooming my true nature in my own fireworks words. Faint, let the shallow ink bloom simple poetry.

A pot of old wine, no need to drink it all at once. Let the lonely mellow slowly slide between the lips and teeth, and fall on the gentle heart, rippling slightly......