Cherish the beautiful leisure time Poetry/Xishuangbanna Zhou Yanfeng
The sun was arrogant at noon, and I went to the forest for shade. The wind blows the leaves and dances, shaking off the notes of joy, and when the wind stops, I sit quietly with the trees and meditate, and look at the street market with cold eyes, the red dust is rolling, and the cars are coming and going.
Depreciating mobile phones, alienating the Internet, looking at the mountains and clouds, watching the rest of the world, listening to flowers and grasses, listening to the true self, thinking about the past, thinking about the rest of your life, and thinking about a pure life.
In the dead of night, independent balcony, looking up at the brilliant starry sky, lighting a heart lamp. The love of seclusion during the day happily spreads its wings and flies. The soul is in the dark fragrance of roses, and the fragrance is fragrant.
