In this life, I use my years as a pen to allow you a happy face; I use years to make notes, and I promise you a warm life.
Red dust billows and years flow like smoke, we can't see the road ahead, and we have lost yesterday. On the gorgeous and solemn road of life, who is who is the grand bloomer, who is who is the thousands of rivers and mountains.
If you love, you will take time as a prison, take the years as a cocoon, and wrap each other around each other, and the prosperity will not be separated, and the green lantern ancient Buddha will not give up. You promise me a deep affection for a lifetime, and I promise you not to abandon me.
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Lin Yutang: A humble and small life, can live happily for a lifetime, is the most beautiful in the universe.
Once upon a time, I was also unwilling for the woman named Yunniang, she was intelligent and gentle, calm and flowing, she had a blue heart, a beautiful nature, she had the quality of ice and snow, the heart of grass and trees, the world was full of flowers and flowers, and the red dust and fireworks did not fall on her eyebrows.
She once said: Cloth food, coke for life, do not have to make a long trip also.
She and Shen Fu had worshipped the moon in the Canglang Pavilion and watched the clouds at Taihu Lake, they planted chrysanthemums to repair hedges, paper windows and bamboo beds, they sold wine in the wild, and the west window talked at night.
They burn incense in the ashram, elegant and natural: Yun tastes incense with deep speed, steams through the rice, sets up a copper wire rack on the stove, inches away from the fire, slowly baking, its fragrance is quiet and smokeless.
They boil tea under the window, and the magic is endless: when the lotus flowers first bloom in the summer moon, they are late and dawn, and yun uses small yarn sacs to pick up a few leaves, put the flower heart, take it out tomorrow morning, and cook the spring water to soak it, and the fragrance is particularly unique.
Such a woman deserves the grace of the years, such a woman should be treated tenderly by time, such a woman should meet a person with a white head, choose a city to grow old.
And Yunniang, however, was not favored by fate, she tasted the cold and warm of the world, forced to circulate, back and forth red dust, see the world is hot and cold, and finally red face and thin life.
And now, I am gradually relieved that there is no right or wrong in life, and everything has its own love. Though they were poor, they rejoiced, though they were displaced, they were at peace, they were depressed, but they were stable, and although they left early, they never failed.
The years are clear and peaceful, the time is long, she has never been wronged and remorseful, and there is no sorrow and absurdity.
How fortunate it was that the man she loved also happened to love her; how beautiful, she understood the sadness and joy of his pear blossoms falling, he understood her expectations of returning the rest, he was willing to pull her green hair, she was willing to allow him to blossom for a lifetime.
In the cooking smoke, she is a virtuous and charming wife; under the shadow of the flowers, she is a graceful red face. She came from the moonlight, her eyebrows raised with fireworks, and the gentleness of the earth behind her; she came from the scroll, carrying a pale ink, holding half a scroll of poetry.
Floating like a dream, for the joy of geometry, in the ordinary flow of years, be ordinary self, live ordinary days. Bamboo hedge hut boiling tea, paper window bamboo tatami warm wine, love the people you like, do the people you like, a lifetime of joy.
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I want to plant flowers full of courtyards, whether it is sunny or rainy, and enjoy the scenery of the four seasons; I want to cook a light tea, whether it is strong or light, and taste the vicissitudes of half a lifetime; I want to love a person who is just in good age, do not ask about deep and shallow feelings, and accompany the red dust of the old and chaotic world.
I asked the Buddha, "What if I meet someone I can love, but I'm afraid I can't grasp it?"
Buddha: How much love to leave in the world, to meet the thousand changes in the floating world; and to have lovers, do happy things, don't ask whether it is a robbery or a fate.
Floating life, several journeys of landscape and water, from the early morning of thin dew, to the twilight of the four, from the encounter of pear blossoms like snow, to the parting of the peach blossom ferry, how many people, from the encounter of golden wind and jade dew, to the miss of the lights.
Ink stains the country, flows young sighs, and writes lightly. Flowers to the evening, piano sounds, whose night is snowy, hiding a nostalgic memory? Falling flowers, lonely pillow cold, whose smoke and rain Jiangnan, write a lifetime of worry?.
A city of falling flowers, half a lamp of qinghuan, meaning, dreams, who cooks words to sacrifice the famine year, who pours ink and dyes wind and smoke.
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I have seen such a sentence: at the end of the bustling place, find a no-man's valley, build an army, a wooden hut, pave a bluestone path, and you will be at peace with the morning bell and the twilight drum.
Everyone's heart is a small city, bitter and glorious, lonely and noisy, everyone has waited here for a person, who can accompany him and accompany him to the heavens.
May you reach the depths of the red dust, be tenderly treated by time, and live your life with sound and color.
May you stay away from the hustle and bustle of red dust, wash away the dust, and live the years of love as light as water.
May you in this thin and affectionate red dust, someone will allow you a happy face and accompany you for a lifetime of warmth.