Spiritual Zen Rain:

Calmness does not mean seeing through the red dust and not thinking of forging ahead, it is calm and subtle after years of tempering; calmness does not mean disdain for everything, regardless of everything, it is calm and indifferent after going through the changes of the world. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info calm people, kind to life, calm and not lack of enthusiasm, calm people, not surprised, peaceful but not lack of pleasure. A calm life, after all the vicissitudes of life, still presents a beautiful indifference with the encounter.

Spiritual Zen Rain: People and people are a kind of fate. The people who love you, he knows everything about your warmth and coldness, the people who care about you, he empathizes with your joys and sorrows, and the people who understand you, his gestures and gestures he deeply understands. Those who are destined are as close as the end of the world is, and those who are not destined are as close as the end of the world. The fate of meeting and knowing each other in this life is incredible. Cherish and grasp. Be kind to the people you are destined for, no matter in this life or in the next life, you will have a good relationship.

Chinese I Ching Feng Shui One Life, Two Fortunes, Three Feng Shui, Four Yin Virtues, Five Readings, Six Names, Seven Phases, Eight Worship to God, Nine Friendships with Nobles, Ten Health Maintenance, Eleven Career and Mate Selection, Twelve Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Evil, Thirteen No Grievances in Trouble, Fourteen Not Stubborn Good and Evil, Fifteen Glory Karma Comes

Be patient, calm your heart, do what you have to do, always have to face a lot of things, since you have set a goal, even if it is difficult, you have to complete it!

I come from the vast grassland, from the Mongolian Plateau where steppe eagles soar and steppe wolves crisscross me, and what I inherit should be tenacious, tenacious and wise, and a broad heart, even in the face of severe cold and hardship, I must have an indomitable temperament! Although I am a weak woman, I have inherited the same bravery, kindness and wisdom as Gasmail. I'm going to move forward.

It's a bit boring to watch TV today first, waste a night, start tomorrow, make good use of the time to read and write, you can't be without success in your life.

I have always wanted to be a faint woman, pampered and humiliated, looking down on the falling flowers and flowing water, spring and autumn. Just because of you, the photos of the years quietly turned into a soft groan, but I can never leave, this place with you, the place with love is heaven. The deep and shallow thoughts floating in my heart are destined to drain the fireworks of my life, and I love you, but it is not like the shooting star that crosses by, but the pure moonlight. The moon will always rise, my love will not be barren, you are always in my heart, the original place, the moonlight of the Allure that I love deeply.

With a lifetime of sorrow and helplessness, and who else is waiting on the way forward?

On the red dust, smiling and contemplating, a flower-blooming encounter, a curtain of smoke and rain reincarnation. How much love can stay together in the dust, and how much love can be frozen in the years.

Take a handful of fragrant fragrance, gently knead the falling flowers in the ink, the ripples, open a lotus of memory in the heart, the shallow pen is deeply hidden, on the red dust, cherish the fate, miss the fate, and express the fate.

The poems of time are covered with the beautiful fragrance of the land.

With a lifetime of red dust love, sighing solemn sadness, lonely lingering alone.

The edge of this world, it is wonderful, it is fragrant, it is continuous, and the glass that has warmed a season is thousands; The love in this world, it is sad, it is hesitant, it is brocade, and it tells a period of scattered sorrow.

When the moon is cloudy, it is round, and when it is bitter, it is sweet. How much love is bright, like a year of water. How much parting, melancholy pen and ink plain note.

Whose sorrow is dyed with fragrance for half a lifetime. Whose Sanskrit sound lingers in the lingering of the previous life. The flowing past has carved a lifetime of love in memory. Whose piece of paper is out of context, flooding a touch of tranquility in sentimentality, when you look back again, you gracefully appreciate the shyness in the loneliness.

Look at the world, this flower, blooming and falling; On this day, it was windy and rainy; This month, round and absent; This fate gathers and disperses.

Who can guess the word "love"?

Zeng Ji, that beautiful encounter, Zeng Ji, that intoxicating tenderness, as ethereal as another world, stretched out out to reach.

A touch of lovesickness leans on the intersection of dreams, but a relationship has been seen in the retrospective or not as good as not.

I was persistent, and in this life, you will hold my hand and will be true forever.

Now, how many ups and downs, how many ups and downs, how many fetters are needed, can hold your hand again. I want to see the light red dust, but the tears are wandering alone.

I want to let go of my love, but my thoughts are still light.

In the thousands of prosperity, I just want to be nostalgic for you, in the vast sea of people, I just want to find you, the red dust rolling, I just want to warm the tenderness of your life.

The things of life are unpredictable to anyone, the things of feelings are elusive to anyone, and the things of fate are difficult for anyone to grasp.

Holding a glass of strong wine, tasting the taste of longing, the taste of it, sometimes low eyebrows and smiles, sometimes tears lock eyes.

Who are you missing on sleepless nights? Lingering songs, who are you singing to? The world allows sadness, let me put a shallow pen on my fingertips.

Cut a season of beauty, regardless of the flowers blooming and falling. A wisp of softness, not thinking of the wind and rain. I only wish that God will allow Hongchen to think lightly, allow me to be desolate in the world, and allow me to accompany the end of the world, even if I am in a dream, I will not complain, even if it is in the clouds.

Because meeting is the most beautiful love in my life. In the shallow time, looking back at the moment of acquaintance, the encounter in the dust, drunk with flowers, drunk with the wind, drunk with the tenderness of the third world.

A touch of affection lingers in the heart, a wisp of love is in the red dust, from then on, the ink fragrance is your shadow, the paper is your soul, obsessed for you, obsessed for you, you are the most beautiful picture in my heart.

Twist a piece of paper plain white, shallow than the text, love is the blessing of the previous life, love is the promise of this life. Take a handful of fragrant fragrance, gently rub the ink falling flowers, ripples, in the heart of a lotus of memory, just this glance, will never forget.

This love and this love, an immortal chapter is engraved on the Sansheng Stone.

Thousands of feelings, thousands of thoughts, shallow brushwork, underwritten and light description, who understands the meaning, who knows the woman's heart, who has the dream of the dust.

Can't hold the hand, words meet words, hearts hug hearts, red dust, falling flowers, you are alone, you are carved into the bottom of my heart.

Organize the past QQ space talk, essays at any time, only a piece of paper to record the journey of thoughts in the past few years, no matter the moon is full, no matter the world is warm or cold, no matter whether there is emotion, I have no regrets! No regrets about the years, no regrets about the soul, no regrets about every day.

Bitter love becomes bitter lovesickness, lovesickness without end, no thoughts, and no ending.

I still have no regrets.