And listen to the wind and wait for the flowers to bloom. Life is like that, to give the mind a smile.
Whether it is happy, sad, even if it is painful, it will be gently whisked away by the flowing light and shadow, so that the mood can be tasted in a smile, and this world does not belong to us.
One winter, as if collapsing without forgiveness, I didn't want to be alone. In fact, with all the expectations in this winter, I should design a dream of my own.
But there are always stories that are either painful or joyful by some people, and when I am deep or sad, we should also learn to be patient and learn to accept; all dare not promise others, although this is only to make him more respectful.
Late at night, the autumn colors are immersed in the sky, as if to give people a kind of reverie, with a poetic rhyme, slowly attacking, with a cool wind, gently blowing, it seems to sound a beautiful and beautiful soft sound in the ears. The autumn rain gently drifted, like a beautiful woman, the beautiful shadow, the shadow of her gradually approaching, like a young girl, wearing a flowing dress, quietly came to the world at the faint fragrance of flowers.
The night in the autumn rain is somewhat cool, especially the autumn is thick, the wind at night is a little cool and cool, and the pure autumn rain is slightly desolate, which can't help but make people feel relaxed.
And listen to the wind and wait for the flowers to bloom. The flowers bloomed, and the brightness and splendor of autumn passed. Hua Xie is not willing to be lonely, but I hate it, and I can't hate it for long.
Walking in the red dust, looking at the stories around you, always unwilling, always unprovoked and indebted. I always want to have a feeling of not being insulted, but what should I do when the flower falls into my heart? Even the shadow smiled, unable to bear to hide the brilliance and sorrow of the world.
In fact, I have thought of a lot in a hundred flowers, and the beauty and sadness I have thought of are actually luxuries. For example, the water is clear and the stone is full of tenderness. The water is soft and the heart is warm, and the sky is high and cloudy. Spoiled and unfazed, idly watching the flowers blossom and fall in front of the court, and the clouds outside the sky are cirrus clouds. Spoiled, idle to watch the flowers bloom and fall before the court. Get rid of complaining about it, get rid of complaining about it, get rid of it. There is so much suffering in the world, and the pain is known to me, but it is only a kind of beauty, a sense of accomplishment in the heart.
Each kind of flower has its own unique posture. Perhaps, it has its differences, it has its paranoia, its temperament is indisputable with the world, with mountains and stones and tsunamis, swallowing like a tiger, like a mountain peak standing proudly, perhaps proudly.
Everything in the world can be like this. We all want to embrace such nature, and since we have come, we will hug and be alone like this. You treat me well with the world, you admire me, maybe that's who we are. What we can do is not complain about the regrets of fate, we can also not complain about our shy faces, and we can not easily explain us!