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(i) You are the veil that I have left behind in my past life
Who gave you this dreamlike name: silk-silk-face-yarn? Whenever I think of you, my mind is flying in the desert of flying sand.
At that time, Rob Naoer, the waves were as flat as a mirror, the swans swirled, the herbs were delicious, the poplars were lush, and the clusters of mandala flowers smiled in the wind and rain.
Imagine you a thousand years ago, the Loulan girl who was like a flower, in the turquoise waves of Lop Nur, riding a flat leaf boat, standing in the wind, and her clothes fluttering...
The breeze lifts your veil, which is a variety of styles that float out of a Tang poem and a Song song, when it will be stained in my mind...
And you, along with your ancient city, were eventually swayed by history into a spark that flashed in my eyes every time I looked at you.
The sunrise and sunset, the stars moving and turning, the vicissitudes of the past, the desert of the present, the rise and fall of the world, the glory and disgrace of the world are also passed away with the wind, like sand like earth, like dust like smoke...
The flying sand and clouds that have separated you from you for a long time, my thoughts day and night, like a trickle of streams running to the end of the cape, but where is it, and your breath?
In the dream, I wandered in that illusionary place again, on the windy ancient road, the sand and dust were thick, the jackdaws swept up, the red clothes were ethereal, and a white veil flew up, wrapped around my fingertips...
A distant sigh broke through the silence of the long sky, and I seemed to see you like a lotus, and you said: Have you forgotten? I am the veil you have left behind in your past life...
(ii) The murmur of the rose
On the Wanchuan Trail in Jiangnan Lane, there is a small family jasper in the waiting girl, elegant, calm, and the hazy smoke and rain are her feelings between the water and clouds.
I always wanted to come close to her side, read her warm eyebrows, and listen to her delicate voice to soothe the depth of my heart.
Staring at her, it seemed to awaken some sleeping memories, those familiar fragments and scenes, from a long time ago.
The fragrance of her chanting, faint; the fragrant, humorous, and clear songs of the years, we raised our sleeves and danced.
Turning the feelings between her hearts into a shallow smile, condensing the pain of her experience into a petal heart fragrance, and not asking if anyone who understands has passed, she only believes in the deep flow of still water and the silence of the spirit.
Life is impermanent, the world is floating and sinking, I still stop at the poetic branches, feeling the clear air and fiber of time.
I still respond to the expectations of the years, trying to bloom into a beautiful rose, to believe that the love of the world is long and long.
In the trek of mountains and rivers, play a song of spring and white snow, take a piece of light and wind, and wait for the quiet of each season's flowers.
In the long night of wind and rain, relive old dreams, let time flow back, it turns out that she has always been here, but it is myself who has passed...
(3) Initial intention
"Late in the day with the flesh, their appearance has brought a different pleasure to my life, because because of them, my depressed and heavy heart is slightly soothed; because of them, I have a sense of urgency to pick up the camera, I want to enlarge their beauty under the lens, their lotus-like appearance is too fascinating and deeply loved by me.
Ask yourself, where did the feelings of the eighteenth year be left in the corner? The girl's heart that I had hidden had long been dusty, moldy, and rotten, and it was the cute flesh that made my mood feel new.
When I get tired of being with them, the noise and impetuosity of the world fade and disappear, and I need such a moment to calmly face the soul, precipitate the true taste of life, and melt the sorrow of the journey with a bright smile.
There is some beauty and some perception in the world, and it is always after the delay, it gives you a broader vision and a richer state of mind.
May those beautiful and those touches be accompanied by an eternally ageless girl's heart, warm my every morning and evening..."
A testimonial posted in the circle of friends four years ago, accompanied by this set of pictures taken with a mobile phone or camera at that time, let's post it here to commemorate the late autumn when I met them. (When I first entered the pit, on a whim, I took a few pictures and posted them under the comments, and I was selected two, so I had the "little luck" in the screenshot and this testimonial.) ）
The title "Initial Heart" is for the end of a thousand sails, the beam of eyes that are still as handsome as green mountains; for the years to grow old, that smile is still as beautiful as yesterday; it is for the depths of the soul, the eternal love for nature.
"In my arms, in your eyes, where the spring breeze is intoxicating, where the grass is green, where the moonlight sprinkles love all over the lake..."
I also had this state of mind in the lyrics, and many years later, I wandered like a cloud, never to find the direction to go back, and never to see the white moonlight that sprinkled on the lake.
The lakeside in memory, the fog and mist, the blue boat gently swaying, the lotus flowers and rain, the willows with affection, and a pair of amorous swans swimming freely on the lake...
The sky is long and far, counting all the way to the place, and those scattered wishes, are silent in the misty light and shadow, confirming the once vigorous and light years.
When life is only in front of me, I always hope to steal a moment of leisure, with a pious heart to worship the landscape in the text; use my flying fingers to interpret the colorful world on the black and white keys; or linger in the cascading flower shadows, dip a garden full of flowers, and don't want to go back...
The heart also follows the wind of the country and the mountains, the poetry in the freehand picture scroll and the distance, I build a spiritual castle in the poetic feelings that are visible and within reach.
Decades of wandering in the world, a splendid embroidery is ultimately unable to withstand the prosperity of the heart, that fragrant light vomit, moist world, only they know best.
To read the anticipation of a season of spring buds; to get drunk with the tenderness of a breeze; to listen to the tinkling of a night rain; to smell the fragrance of a flower; to enjoy the dance of a butterfly;
To wait for a misty rain of smoke and rain to fall in the colorful; to embrace the pure beauty and clarity of the nature of heaven and earth; to recall a scene of spring and Jingming when life first saw; to warm the warmth of a period of red dust in the past; to believe in this human world - worth it!
Cultivate an acre of flower fields in your heart, in the cycle of the four seasons, listen to the flowers bloom and fall, sit and watch the clouds and clouds, and turn this love and attachment into a long stream of water to nourish an interesting soul. I would like to run away for half my life and return as a teenager.
Photo & Text: Lotusf Early Fall 2020
In the autumn of 2017, I was lured into the pit by my girlfriend and marveled at the strange plants in this world, they are of many kinds and different forms: some are small and exquisite, some are wild and unrestrained, some are fresh and artistic, some are fairy and fluttering, and the important thing is that their soft and delicate cute appearance has the magical power to heal people's hearts, I fell in love with them so deeply, I want to take good care of them.
The "Succulent Encyclopedia" was also her recommendation at that time. Reading articles with very different styles, but also reading the happy and happy life and rich and beautiful soul of each meat breeder, those talking in the north and south, those gentle and gentle shallow chants, those funny and humorous funny paragraphs, those brain-opening whimsy, those sincere life feelings, those kind and selfless dry goods sharing... I am deeply impressed and admired, and the pictures and texts in this article are my usual style, weakly saying: When you first arrive, please give more advice.
In my spare time, I like to serve flowers and plants, prune, loosen the soil, fertilize, water, pinch dead leaves... After a busy time, the joy and satisfaction of looking at them again is exactly the prosperity of the heart I have been pursuing. When the excitement comes, I love to pose for the beautiful flesh that touches my heart, so those imaginative imaginations and wandering thoughts accompanied by the sound of "clicking" have become these pictures and words in the future.
Thanks to the encyclopedia jun who created the "Succulent Encyclopedia" public account platform and operated it with heart, as well as this group that is united by common interests, I have gained a lot here. I am familiar with your figure, I have read your words, I love your beautiful flesh, I admire your talent, I respect your character, I have sniffed a piece of your heart across the screen, today, I plucked up the courage to surface, only because of that love from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for meeting, thank you for having you, thank you for your company! The most beautiful journey is in front of us, we are all on the road, enjoy the scenery all the way, yingyi poetry, step a journey timeless...
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