Dream of all kinds of shots of the years, and do not slack off, only in the depths of time slowly age, in the silence know how to be elegant, although you will still miss it very much, but in the calm breath and breath in the hope of your life of elegance, a life of Qingning, will still feel perfect!

Tossing and turning in the red dust of the world, quietly enjoying the elegance of a person, watching the wind sweep the dead leaves, between the ups and downs, I always hope to quietly spread the night of elegance and my strong thoughts under your pillow. Fantasize about sprinkling pieces of white gardenia petals into your pillow, hoping that it will fill your beautiful dreamland, wafting out a light fragrance, fragrant your whole heart, eliminating your sleepiness, bringing you happiness and joy. However, I don't have that kind of opportunity yet, and I am very satisfied to think about it, and I will smile it and wait for you to come, just like watching a flower bloom.

Perhaps my love affair with you is destined to be a silent practice, calm and friendly, simple and elegant, shallow but precious, which makes me feel respectful and loved. In the face of such a clear and quiet love, perhaps only if you are elegant all your life, Qingning is the best to stay together! It is also a kind of beautiful sustenance and a kind of romantic love!

Just like now, you embrace me in your arms, and I snuggle in your arms, and we wait for each other for a lifetime more than we have sought for a thousand years.

"I love you, Makushu."

"I love you, Liangxi."

…… Half a year later......

I traveled all over the mountains and rivers of the motherland with the curtain repair, of course, I couldn't help but go in to see the good feng shui tombs, and An Xiangfei talked carefully with me half a year ago, and actually went abroad, I heard that he traveled to various battlefields, made a fortune on the battlefield, and found a foreign girl to accompany him. And An Rufei and Lu Hang got married, and I gave Liang Xizhai to Lu Hang as a gift, but I kept a name for myself, because I think Lu Hang can run this century-old store left by my grandfather better than me.

As for Xiang Anton, I went to Guangzhou to see them once, and their lives tended to be calm, and the treasures they obtained before the fight also made them rich, and they basically washed their hands and didn't dry them, and under my suggestion, several people started charity.

……

And Yuying took the initiative to say goodbye to us half a year ago, saying that he couldn't adapt to modern life and wanted to find a paradise to cultivate. And then he said goodbye. For this reason, I asked Mu Xiu many times, but Mu Xiu just looked into the distance and said, "He is not far from us." ”

"Makushu, I'll be old. And you won't get old. Do you still like me when I'm old? "We sat on the top of a mountain, and I asked Makushu this question countless times. And Mu Shu replied like this every time: "Don't worry, I will love you." This life is over, and I am waiting for you in the next life. "It's very useful to me.

Although my parents called me many times during this period to ask me to live abroad with them, I rejected them one by one, and in the end they didn't say anything, and finally they understood. This made me almost no psychological burden.

On this day, Mu Xiu and I were wandering around an ancient city, and suddenly my eyes flashed, and my eyes lit up, and I saw that it was a stall buying antiques in his hand, and the hand holding it was the life wheel, and the essence bead on it was long gone.

"Makushu, look ......," I said, pointing to the wheel of life.

"Well, I see. We don't care. Let's go," said Makushu, pulling me and smiling slightly, and we squeezed out of the bustling market.

It's really so-called, "The wheel of life turns nine times in the previous life, and you can get the essence of this life." ”

The heart, in the tenderness of the next world, is clear, and where it passes, a large area of sunflowers is planted. Footprints line by line, bow down on the pilgrimage road......

Some thoughts, unprovoked, Ling Bo is in his prime, always carefully pruning the spring in his heart, but he is afraid of being dense.

Time melts into you and me, and even if we don't see it, that door will never close, and it can't stop those warm currents.

The color of the heart, painted with the season, in the evening breeze, is the soft smell of grass.

Those streams are waiting quietly, slowly burning the prairies,

The prosperity of one tree after another, fate is destined to struggle in vain, but it breeds the smile in the heart.

No matter how well you hide it, there are always people in this world who can peek into the depths of your soul and caress the warmth and coldness.

Scattered branches, so close, so far, chewing on the white horse through the gap.

Those warmth can always pass through the window lattice of the years and share the day and night.

Quietly hiding in a flower, depicting sincerity, weaving memories, and outlining brightness.

Perhaps, those warmth, never need to give, suddenly there are people to think, gaze at the head, understand, contentment, just ......

In the long meditation, there are still unforgettable fireflies.

The small garden is a secluded path, a poetic ferry of life, and there are always some thoughts that will not be forgotten, full of a heart of ice.

Looking for oneself in right and wrong, endless chanmian in the jade pot, a cloud of smoke and rain, how many thoughts are wet?

I don't get tired of seeing each other, it's always too difficult, the trembling mood, the melancholy of the night, the silence, how many hidden quiet expectations?

Thoughts, scorching brilliance, those that have not been realized, fingertips twist and turn.

The tenderness of the world, throbbing with the flow of time, a look of affection, a back, wordlessly caressing the resentment and loss in the heart.

How much watch in the wind and dust, gnawing on the thorough loneliness, and how much depression is interpreted in the text?

Those starlights did not disperse, did not dim, and the water precipitated a little calmly.

A little Zen, a little piety and compassion, life, can always burst out of beauty and pure notes......

The words are full of flowers, walking year after year.

Am I blindly immersed in my own feelings, completely ignoring the thoughts of those distant mountains and rivers?

Sometimes, some feelings, deep in prison, do they imprison the joy of the old time?

Always indulges those unintentional and wants to give you a precious, is it because of too much force, but it entangles you?

The mood of appreciating the flowers all the time, without scheming, offering the fragrance of the heart, although only waiting and accepting, still pious and awe-inspiring.

I always thought that the warmth of those encounters warmed myself, and also flowed to you, and still flowed to the earth I walked through.

Is it a little shallow, and is this just me?

The heart is innocent, and then those rights and wrongs are just frightening step by step, and they are getting deeper and deeper.

I walked through every corner of my memory, looking for those who had been attached to the love of life.

Those rugged, but more appropriate than the same place, those quiet and beautiful together.

The catkins are flying, a little longing, all in a dream, the spring breeze is blowing, can you blow a pool of shyness, plant a tree of roses?

Standing shoulder to shoulder, there are some moments when I am at a loss, how much mood has time eroded?

Somewhat decadent, staring into the distance, I keep responding to the past, collecting all the good,

Those indelible fireworks can always bring peace to my soul.

This book was first published in Book King