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Some, not once missed

Time will not change at all because of your arrival and departure. What can change is only the pace of coming and the back of walking past. Everything seems like a distant world. Some dreams have passed through today’s world, but there are more colors and clearer, only when I woke up did I know that the original time was slipping away and at the same time I brought my own Chinese year. Everyone longs for a green field in his heart, even if it is only an inch of a corner, it is enough. Maybe it cannot replace hometown or scenery, but you can get a peace and embrace belonging to the horizon. It can generate spiritual dreams, flow through clear streams, be illusory, and be glamorous exquisite imagination. Life is like a plum blossom and snow fall, with proud buds blooming on the branches of cold snow. There is no dispute with the world, and no disturbance with the red dust is only the clear Zen incense of Shaohua for a while. A piece of ice heart, the wind is completely complete. However, red mud scattered, incense scattered in the world, and then there was no rest. What I remembered was only the pretty cold trees and incense branches beside the mountain path. No poetry, Heaven works, when the king is not married. Now, light crossing the window, watching the sky pool and the clouds, the breeze is coming, blowing away the long-silent emptiness, growing on the clouds you can see the sinomenium acutum. Youth passed a little bit, sometimes always blamed the ruthlessness of the years, and always blamed the alienation of the seasons. Maybe it was on the sinking ship of time that I didn’t see the waves beating against the ship’s rail. All this is as short as the flowering period. Only at the moment when the fragrance is revealed, the rest is full of withering and desolation. If the falling flowers can flow through a stream of water, the Brocade words will be generated and the emperor will be sent. In addition, no delivery. If tidal surge of emotion is melancholy, you can’t cut off the loneliness of the unfaded tide even though you are in the red dust and smoke Willow Bank. Only when the years are silent Can You Feel the coolness of sighing for a few years, or not only the fleeting time, but also mixed with the world and feelings. It seems that you can become a temporary traveling companion with Chiang-Nan misty rain. In a flash, several pages of poetry books are blown to make yourself feel better. There are three thousand pieces of weak water to drink, and there are thousands of pieces of cold plum, but who knows, this water, whether this plum is bound to be with you in this life. If you are near the long river bank, you will stand against Qing and tell the last ten thousand species. Through the window, the moon will be bright and the distance will be seen. Can the river wave pick up the bead necklace that had fallen into the eyes of the past life. Drink the old river water at the ferry where we meet in this life, hold the Red River water to comfort the wasteland that was exhausted in the previous life, and give birth to thousands of branch buds. It’s just the wrong time. Even if there are thousands of beautiful sunshine and spring rain autumn show, it is difficult to stop the relentless erosion of the fleeting years. Wax and wane is the number of days, and it is Dawn again. It is Tanabata, lest it is Tanabata. The autumn rain is miserable, the fallen leaves are flying, the long path is as silent as me, waiting and unwilling to leave, trying to wake up in the cold wind and cold rain, unwilling to wither, only fear, I can’t see it when you pass. The pale world is no longer my season. The ruthless autumn frost has Red my originally green clothes. I embrace the branches without strength and watch the path you have come, those stone steps you stepped on. The mountains are still there, and the chrysanthemum is coming, but I will fly to your window more freely through space and time, and turn it into boymarker verses that use your pen to give birth to the Butterfly Dream, to continue the unfinished love and watch in this world, Ren yunmo will never change his life. Time flies like an arrow. As soon as it goes empty, it is too hurried to see its touch before it can be seen clearly. However, I have already had white hair. Although I don’t have white temples to win the snow, a bullet finger is no longer today. There are too much coincidence accidents in life, a cloud, a falling into the water, are doomed to this life is no longer ordinary situation. Perhaps there are more pure beauty and delicate sorrow in the world. Because there are more waiting in this world, we understand lovesickness. Long hate this is not what I have. This is a sentence of Su Dongpo. I appreciate it very much, not because of how much hate there is, but because there should be such consciousness. Everything in the world, the sea of people, born ignorant, is my heart has been growing up in ignorance, so I deeply see through the short time of the red dust, the short time is not like Fang Hua dwarf tree, everyone has his own illusory dream and should have such a quiet heart. However, how many dreams can see and live the true self, always lost the direction of his long journey between worries and wandering. When the ferry was still there, maybe the boat that had been promised was missing. Life was clear and the sky was not allowed for a while. It is better to take the people in front of me, the world is wasted, and how many frustrated people will suddenly realize the truth of this sentence, cherish fate and be kind to love. The fickle years should not be known until years later because of some things and someone. I will grow old together with my son, happiness bloom, and I will be safe. —————— Cold stone —– 2014 — 05 — 22 —- Tianjin —– qq757047902 —– blue and white porcelain blue and white flower Lang ——- —————— I would like to give this article to lovers all over the world and cherish the fate they have now, because some people, some things, once you miss it, you will not come again. —————-

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