Warm love

When you are there, the sun is warm. When you are not there, time is still. I set aside the time in my heart, waiting for the haze to dissipate, and waiting for the beauty of the clouds to bloom. Then, I quietly smiled, waiting for you, to marry warmly.

　　 Always follow the lines of the text to describe my mood, and then sit still on the wavy water bank, watching all kinds of affection, swaying from the time of sandalwood. The farthest scenery seems to be the hometown of love in the dream. In the vastness of the sky and the earth, not only the warm sun of the winter moon is pure and beautiful, but also the sweet fragrance of years of love grows on the soil of the heart.

Perhaps, in our memory, we have cried, laughed, loved, and pained, but these are all right, and I only hope that a smile can withstand the desolation and misery of the wild, and only enjoy the beauty of the whole world, Let Ruyan's past indifferent into a pure and shallow line of poetry. In the fleeting years, we have exhausted pen, ink and paper, nothing more than trying to draw a page of satisfactory watch, let the wandering thoughts of the wind and dust settle down in the dust, and grow from the dust into a melodious dream.

　　 It seems that the mundane fireworks always reach the atrium the first time, overlapping with the warm sun, burning the silence of the whole season. Only at this moment can I feel that my heart is no longer empty and glitzy, a kind of respect and calmness of life is so securely in my heart, through the years, the still water flows long.

When a familiar old song is awakened from the dusty memory, and the dust of the years is shaken with a slow tune, and the rhythm is gently exhaled to the lips, the feeling of leisure and tranquility begins to overflow the soul Taste buds. And all the thoughts, like the abundance of the years, wandered in the depths of the sea of ​​mind, as if, in just a moment, the cold in the air that came with the wind had been dispelled. The world is turbulent, and there are many sorrows and ailments, just like fictional joys after another, continuous cutting and chaos.

　　 And everyone needs to comfort themselves a warm space after being busy, just for the comfort and softness. No matter what the mood of the money is rising, just like the warm tea in the winter, putting aside the noise of the world, the positive fluorine in the clouds and water, release a kind of inner perseverance lingering. Life is a kind of calmness. If you understand, you don't care about the deep and shallow fate, regardless of sorrow and joy, just stick to it with your heart, and try to paint your own picture to the utmost. If you go through this way, you will never live up to the time.

　　 We said that loving someone is not the sweet words of loving him, but the kindness and generosity in his bones. At the same time, I also hope that there will be the same appropriateness, even if there is a mountain or a river, we can be held safely, and smiled and remembered one by one. To be born in the world, you must have the environment of the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, and grass in your heart, and be happy with you with an understanding attitude. Being able to have such an open-minded mentality is an innocent love. A person's real'quietness' is not a show of dew, and it does not need to be publicized. On the contrary, no matter whether the mountains are stained with frost or the forests are quiet, you can live in peace and keep your duty.

　　If you can keep yourself out of the way, just plant flowers, write, paint, and drink tea in the breezy days. Then, relying on the small bridge and flowing water, leisurely and interesting people, and be a person watching the scenery of the four seasons, will such a state of mind be exceptionally clear. If you think about it, you can take a trip to the south of the Yangtze River in your dreams, the Kangqiao Rain Alley in the story, the girl with the lilac flowers, the sadness of loneliness, and the smoky past, only with the annual rings. , Growing day by day in the vicissitudes of life.

　　 At that time, the light softened the palm of the hand, when Fengyue was rippling between the eyebrows, when the cause and effect was fulfilled, please allow me to listen to a piece of music and read a page of poems to fully release the full of affection. Then, I waited for the shore of Linghua Water, quietly watching the distance, letting my thoughts wander slowly with the clouds in the distance.

　　 walked by the window of the years, and tasted a piece of affection through the gap of time. It's like holding a scroll of scent of books, watching the frosty color on the vermilion lacquered wood window frame, every bit is a joy of heart. Someone once said that even if there is no bonus or Die Wu on that page of scripture, I just want to collect it with my heart, and then only use it to store the secret of loving you. So, at that moment, there was a feeling that suddenly softened to my heart, and thousands of roses came out of my heart, spontaneously multiplying and giving birth to happiness, just like meeting the expectation in your eyes after the years.

　　Time, is the interweaving of fate, the quietness of the wind and moon, the overlap is the eternal beauty. The little ling that I met when the flowers were blooming gave a grand interpretation of the charm between the words. The fluorine smell in the story, even the eyebrows under the eyes is a kind of joy. I firmly believe that this soft care is the spirit of love.

Every day, I am used to getting up early, looking out the window in a daze, feeling that the whole person is becoming more and more sloppy, like a plant that has lost its moisture, leaning lazily in one place, waiting for the sun to bring it closer A moment of grace. This should be regarded as deep winter, and all the trees have lost the attachment of leaves, leaving a thin and lonely trembling in the cold wind.

　　Sometimes, I said to myself, insist on writing, insist on using a leisurely posture to get close to some things that you really like in life. In fact, I said that I was writing, and what I could write was just some unmarginal thoughts. There were fragments in my heart, like a page of yellowed poems in the corner of the time. When feelings, tears were splashed, saying goodbye. , Has frosted.

　　 If, at the intersection of time, I can't wait for you to pass by, then how can I pick up the fruit under the linden tree to appease the constant loneliness about writing in my heart. Time always overlaps repeatedly in leisure time, and is repeatedly lost between dependent origin and demise. One day, those old sentences will have to be cut gently according to time. The fireworks were hidden in the alleys, and the miss was not spoken to others. After listening to the wind blowing in the wild, the city was closed and the long gate was locked.

　　 The Buddha said that the cause and effect in this world cannot be said or guessed. You just need to watch the days when the clouds are clear and frosty, listen to a Sanskrit sound, recite a Buddha, and wait for fate to hold you, just like the two hearts are in harmony with you.