Broken meditation, deep footprints. With love, life is in debt. The love of relatives and friends, shaped like fine cotton yarn, inadvertently approached your lonely heart.
In spring, the two paths you walk are full of flowers.
In summer, leave a silence for your shade.
In autumn, I will give you fallen leaves.
In winter, I will give you a silvery white season.
You look at the venue, so stupid, but I am so attached to waiting, so drunk.
If I can turn into rain, I will shower you. If I can become the wind, I can kiss your cold face and cheek.
But the earth has cracked and the warmth has gone, but there is nothing I can do. I hope that the future will become history and be sealed in memory.
In fact, it's time ... time can dilute everything, turn existence into non-existence, brush away the dust of memory, time can prove everything and turn fantasy into reality.
In fact, the future is history, because it will eventually become history, and history is the future, because it was the future. So, I walked away silently, in the future, at the crossroads of history.
Once I got lost at the intersection and looked around blankly. You showed me the way. Later it was found that this road was wrong.
Now I'm not lost. I deeply know that my path is right, but you dragged me to the wrong path. Fortunately, this time, I chose myself.
That horseshoe was a beautiful mistake. I'm just a passer-by, and you're just a passing sight.
Footprints can record everything. When you look back, you will find that person is no longer in the dim light.
Footprints can precipitate everything. Looking back suddenly, you will find that the star on the horizon is just a meteor.
2. Indifference, a state of mind.
Indifference, like melancholy, like loneliness, like aloof, all kinds of feelings are crushed together, indifferent life, indifferent life, indifferent feelings. Indifference, a state of mind.
Indifference, a jiaoqin, a light song; A game of chess, a game of life; A volume of plain books, a word stream; An ink painting, a bleak painting.
In Yao Si, an ancient hermit, a stream of Koizumi flowed in the dark forest. When the tea was fragrant, it attracted a piano with a burnt tail. Play a famous flower-watching song, lie quietly in a place and listen attentively, for fear of scratching the lingering fairy sound, which is quiet, soft and without ups and downs, like a trickle flowing in your heart, without any thoughts. There is an implication that when plum blossoms are played, the wind is high and the thin clothes are light. A little shyness covers the green leaves, and a little exultation reflects the red robe. The tune suddenly rises, but it is noisy. Chew it carefully and the situation changes. Fine snow is fluttering, slow but not chaotic, reflecting plum love snow, standing aloof, with two overtones, plum blossoms playing spring songs, and snow melting Kethleen muscles. I mistakenly thought that the fall of England was intentional, and the world of mortals laughed at anyone in my dream. The snow melts into a spring, the water plants sink without the sound of hooves, the earth is covered with a layer of green gauze, Yingying Yanyan dances around the plum blossoms, singing softly and dancing slowly, which is very lively, with three overtones, the plum blossoms are called immortals and the fog is steaming around the clouds. The butterfly dance bees are shining brilliantly, and Shan Xin has been playing for nine days. At the end of the song, I felt empty and bright, leaving no emotion.
Before the sit-in, the black and white twins slept in the chess box. Maybe they are saving their energy until they return to the battlefield and forget to fight. Maybe they are tired, tired and don't want to play anymore. The life-and-death rivals even look down on winning or losing. The broken chess game shows that this was once a fierce battlefield. Follow them into the chess game that lasted for thousands of years, and the tenth game of Danghu attracted my footsteps. No swords, swords and halberds, no shouting, only a breeze blowing, rippling water waves, stones and plainclothes long sleeves holding black and white against Danghu, ten innings entangled, inextricably linked, the outcome is undecided. If it is natural, one opponent is worth a thousand games. Maybe this is the real chess game.
Eternal words are hard to write, but they have been hidden for thousands of years and will shine forever. Langya Stone Carving, Preface to Lanting, Yugong Monument, Manuscript for Sacrificing a Nephew and Huangzhou Cold Food Post are the only books to enjoy, but I have a special liking for Preface to Lanting, and the first calligraphy in the world is unique. I don't know. The eternal charm has gone, only this shape is left. This hidden ink fragrance, close your eyes and think lightly, and dream into it. In Mo Chi yard, there was rice paper on the case, and Xihe made a scribble, and his heart copied with God. I can't wait to be the embodiment of that pen, stained with thick ink, sprinkled with ink, and dancing a song of Xihe River.
The scenery of Jiangnan water town is unique. A poet once praised Jiangnan as a splash-ink painting. Eight Scenes in Autumn is one of the best. The more you want to be there, the deeper you get into it. A few lines with different thicknesses and a few splashes of ink with different shades have created this beautiful and elegant historical picture of the Yi people. The mountains are steep, the stones are heavy, the valleys are deep, and the smoke is filled, each with its own merits. I want to see through it, and I am awakened by a thick ink fragrance. The lush, misty and hilly south of the Yangtze River, with pavilions and colorful boats racing on the river, shows the artistic conception of Sha Ting's reeds and water caves everywhere. Entering its territory, it feels like a vast and vibrant scenic forest. They are connected together like a natural place and blend into the world together. It seems to have reached the realm of harmony between man and nature, and my heart is free from distractions. Where is it?
Indifference, not to get rid of the world of mortals, not to cut off love, not to abandon human desires, is a detached style and a state of mind.
A glass of clear water, a table and a chair, the breeze and willows, leisurely look at the front of the court, the flowers are in full bloom, and there is no intention to stay or stay. The sky is full of clouds and clouds, as light as a fairy.
3. fireflies of life
Sparse winds are a prelude to summer nights. When the transparent curtain was lifted, Yinger chirped and rubbed the young leaves out, drawing a path of clouds and clear rain, decorated with firefly dreams. In the ten-mile lotus in the distance, there came the frog sound accompanied by the fragrance of rice and flowers, which combined with the noise of crickets to form a natural symphony. Flocks of geese, gently stepping on tassels, walked gracefully. The bonfire is burning, painting the joy of harvest.
A season's time, like the wind fluttering at the bottom of the sleeve, autumn wind and autumn rain, autumn depression, endless leaves, drunk first frost. Without tears, where to find traces, helpless, helpless!
I once wrote a poem: "The sky is eternal, there is wind and moon."
The broken ruins are filled with breath, but unfortunately the years fly and the wind and rain are sad; The sinking moonlight shook the boat, the bells of Hanshan rang and the maple leaves fell; On the bridge, the red medicine pours out deep feelings, and Yangzhou dreams are broken. Who knows this hatred? Late rain, autumn wind in Luoyang, willow color in the Acropolis, dreams can't come true. Let's raise a glass to talk about dreams born of wind, and frost and rain are chilling.
In the eternal sky, everything is nothing, and all this is just a dream from the perspective of "through the ages". The past cannot be changed, and we can't help it, but what about the future? I think the future is smart, but it is bound by the long river of life. Life is a pair of brackets, with life on the left and death on the right.
So it's like cynicism advocating the pursuit of blind enjoyment
I've had enough! I've had enough! I've had enough!
When one day, you shout to the sky, you will find that a force suddenly pops up in your mind, which makes you eager to change all this. The past and the future are boundless, so grasp the present and feel life. Sorrow and joy. There is no need to sigh, life is short, because the length of any time is meaningless to the universe. What is most needed is to really live in the present.
In July, it should be a crazy season, cicadas are singing all the way, and we can ride bicycles to touch the pulse and majestic breath of the mountains. The sun is extremely cold at this time. Under the tall shade, a white jade belt was looming. I tried my best to follow the track of the sky mark and set foot on that mountain. The scenery between the mid-levels is unique, the mountains embrace each other, the branches and leaves are connected, dancing with the wind, taking a deep breath, as if the soul and the mountains are integrated. Keep working hard and finally reach the cliff of the mountain. There are clouds in Wan Li, shadows in Mengxiaotang, Palme d 'Or on the horizon, and geese in Long song. At this moment, I seem to touch the edge of life, that wonderful feeling.
The eagle tossed and turned in the sky in a horizontal posture, shaped like a hairspring, clear water and Bai Yue, with a faint fragrance, a hint of flowers, a sparse sky and a faint fading. Life is passing by at a speed of 5cm per second, like fallen leaves, which is fascinating. We can't control it The torrent on the long river of life is surging, but we can control the walking way of the wheel of life. It will cross the dark red sky like a meteor, showing life with little fluorescence. What a spectacular sight!
4. Life dreams
The clean evening breeze, with the remaining dreams, floated into the distant sky. At night, the trees were gray and the birds were gone, leaving only a wisp of residual color flowing in the quiet sky! Who is the Iraqi face sad for? Has the song been forgotten by the fleeting time? Once upon a time, although it was a wandering back, it was still clear, and although it was inexplicably moved, it was still warm. How long has Cui Hua been dead? Why did it once bloom on the other side but cry in the evening breeze? In an instant, its youth faded, but its dream was broken. Deep thinking means more, and the past is blowing in the wind.
The deep courtyard locks the autumn sorrow in the garden, but it can't lock the flying thoughts. What follows is only the curtain of dreams! Late cold, dancing leaves scattered branches, Zhu Yan tune, lovesickness and melancholy people have not disappeared, laughing and sighing that life has been cold several times, and the window has been frosted!
Dream of life, broken dreams tonight? In candlelight, waiting for the warmth left in memory, even if the leaves are accompanied by lonely lights. The night is long and my thoughts are flying all over the sky. Those memories deposited in the rings of time are still clear, the memories of the past are moved, and the pain at this moment is numb, but the sadness is even stronger. .
Life is a journey in the world, passing through the glitz and dust, sighing helplessly, remembering youth, lingering in my heart, but singing a sad song alone! Experienced wind and rain, set foot on a stranger, only to know that strong hand in hand is the place where dreams begin! Pick up the dream of China today and forget it in the journey! I have laughed and cried, in the fleeting time when clouds are rolling and clouds are comfortable, at the moment when meteors fall. In the throbbing season of youth, there are sometimes joys and sometimes sorrows. In the Youth Symphony, the lost time is covered with a thin layer of wax, which can shine even in the eclipsed memory!
In the dark, a person always thinks that what he loses is the sadness of sending the bright moon, but what he remembers is the red that eats away at each other. However, what he will never remember is the meditation in the quiet night, and what he will never remember is the clouds in blowing in the wind! Quietly pick up the footprint of time, just like a yellow sand in an hourglass, telling the story of vicissitudes in the endless track of time!