A cool autumn breeze passed through the window, so quiet afternoon, just want to lazily lean on the head of the bed, holding a thin book, reading, thinking, moaning, experiencing, in gu pan's bright eyes, the heart is suddenly clear, pure.
Carefully reading the mysterious scenery in the book, some beloved words, is enough to make yourself feel at ease. At this time, thinking of nothing, thinking of nothing, the mind is immersed in the book, although it is a few days, but turning a blind eye to any temptation, this is the best way to calm the mind.
All the way to find, in the dream to find, the heart is finally fluttering, dangling in the depths of red dust. Silly, looking up at the blue sky, I don't know which cloud will float to my side, which cloud is the dream I should continue to pursue?
Red Dust couldn't rely on his dreams, and slowly cleared his cheeks. The flowing water is merciless, the flowers fall into death, and the flowers pass away with the wind and gradually become dust. Whenever I think of the funeral flowers in the dream of the Red Chamber, I sigh that the hopeless love buried by Dai Yu and the endless pain and misery are just some sad words.
The dark incense and shadow are gradually addicted, the scattered heart is no longer lonely, and all the confused moods are gradually clear and soft at this moment. What loneliness, what loneliness, is just the dust that jumps in the palm of the hand, you can play with it, you can also turn a blind eye.
The ink fragrance of the words opened the deep lock of the brow, and fainted a faint sadness in the heart. With that gentle word in mind, the enchanting fingertips bloomed in a flash. Just think, pick up a page of the green years of reading, listen to the sound of flowers blossoming, even if you are lonely, is not a great happiness in life.