Looking for mountains, all the way to the spring path, the heart goes with the wind. Wherever you look, you are angry. After the rain, the green is hazy. It's chilly in spring, and Dai Shan is misty and picturesque. Looking at the stream and listening to the clear sound, one side is pure land, and the other side is forgetting the machine. On strangers, the color of flowers disappears and red is flowing. Although I didn't see colorful flowers, I was attracted by the new green on the mountain. If so, pay attention to the secluded path, step by step, breezy and comfortable. The love for this world is sometimes just a touch of smallness, and sometimes it takes the courage of fugitives to set foot on all the yearning directions.
Where there are few people, it is still quiet. I like this feeling. Just take time to enjoy the scenery silently and collect it alone. Life can be seen everywhere, full of vitality, ups and downs with the seasons overnight. Quiet. Fall posture, no dispute, no trouble. Compared with people, there are many simple reasons, but there are also fewer joys and sorrows of human beings. Sometimes, people are always lucky, but they prefer to be as simple as plants.
Vegetation has its glory, landscape has its emptiness, and people also have the weight to bear under the skin. In the long lane of years, we met like a song several times, shared joys and sorrows several times, and passed by several times. If one day comes to an end, you should feel that everything along the way, such as the falling flowers in bloom, is always like a dream. And the mountains on the way, a journey of water, are teaching themselves to be worldly and calm. Everything comes and goes with fate.
A long time ago, I met that poem in the Diamond Sutra, and the word "Suiyuan" was engraved in my heart. Every good experience in this world is caused by karma. As an ordinary person, our hearts easily drift with the tide, drift with the tide, and have to drift with the tide.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember the elegant handwriting. The ink is graceful and meticulous, and the breeze and bright moon are free and easy. Write a chapter in the dream of pear blossom floating, the ink and brush are dyed in the lane, the spring dusk clouds, his Jiangnan, the painting color is cold. In a blink of an eye, Qian Shan was full of water and dreamlike, and I never mentioned it again. When fate is over, it will be forgotten for a long time.
I have also seen elegant scenery, seen people who cherish smiles, written letters of youth, and loved songs full of stories ... Qingshan Road: "I only hope that after the world is prosperous, between the lines, people will forget me and be relatively speechless." And I think I prefer to walk and sing alone, bring a cup of bud-colored tea and drink it indifferently. I am as lonely as when I first saw it, and I am speechless when I think about it.