Soon I fell asleep under the vast starry sky, in the depths of the dark grassland, on the shores of Lake Bell. In my sleep, the river of time flows slowly, walking through the brightness of spring, wading through the prosperity of summer, stepping into the quiet beauty of autumn, and standing quietly in the coldness of winter. In the tempering of the years, a heart has lost its edges and corners, and gradually learned to adapt and become as smooth as a pebble. Come to think of it, life should go with the flow, be at ease with the encounters, be as comfortable as the clouds, and be as free and easy as flowing water, which is the attitude that life should have.

With a peaceful state of mind, watch the clouds roll up, and use a pure heart to perceive every fragrance in life. No resentment, no flashiness, no entanglement, peace of mind is hometown. With the affectionate ink danqing, depicting the peach blossom source of the soul, there will be poetry in the plain. Be a simple woman and live a simple life. Let life be a little less burdensome, and let your heart gradually become quieter.

Sitting quietly in front of the window, listening to the sound of the rain ticking from the eaves, at this moment, I don't want to do anything, I don't want to say anything, let the boring mood be banished with the drizzle. The heart is quiet, and it is a frame of flowers. Simplicity, "is the beautiful form that life has left to this world; And complexity is a desolate dream that life can never salvage. "Let's live simply, don't be burdened by yuwang; Get our hearts close to nature. There is a distance between many beautiful things in the world. Then listen with your heart, and over time, those good things will become a part of the heart. After the rain, there must be the fragrance of flowers, the clarity of water, the freshness of plants and trees, and the clear sky.

Life is a long road, we have been pursuing those things that can make themselves happy, on the way forward, after the wind and rain thorns, the body and mind will be tired, just when we are about to stop, suddenly look up, find that the sky is clear, the green mountains are lush, and the clouds are steaming. In an instant, the heart quietly opened. Sometimes, we get wet with the rain, and sometimes we warm everything with the sun. It turns out that the feeling of happiness is the faint fragrance of August osmanthus and the melancholy of June.

Time has been quiet and bright. Make a home in a flower, write a poem in a green leaf, and taste life in a cup of tea. You are like an obscure little flower in the dust, pure and peaceful. Quiet, how nice. It's like a plain lotus pool, silently open at a ferry port far away from the world. Quiet tea, in a cup of tea let the heart return to simplicity; In a page of ink, let the thoughts be rich and full. Quiet life, quiet thinking, quiet watching flowers bloom and fall. Quietness is the truest background color in life, and it is the most beautiful blank space in the years.

The afternoon sun was not warm, and a few moonflowers in the garden squeezed out the gaps in the lush elm plum, swaying pink in the breeze. The years are quiet, the flowers bloom for half a summer, and a silent longing spreads through the sea of flowers, staying in a distant dream. Last night, a hyacinth came, with your breath and greetings. The words flying at the fingertips are still telling the things that have passed, what they miss, and what they can't say. Quietly guarding a bright window, let the warmth in the depths of memory, the fragrant flowers bloom all the way. Low eyebrows, shallow taste, and do with pity, let the mind be like a flower, quietly open.

The sunlight quietly hid in the clouds, and the bowl flowers at this moment are blooming beautifully, and the small purple flowers are particularly charming. A cool breeze came from the distant mountains and trees, blowing away the afternoon zaore, hoping to be a flower on the branches, and enjoy the tranquility alone. Make yourself a cup of tea, of course, you will also put some chrysanthemum petals in, at this moment, the heart is quiet, and all the disturbing thoughts are precipitated in a cup of tea. The heart blooms into a clear lotus in the blue water, and it is beautiful in the lonely heart lake.

The wind, carrying a cool passage poetic June, the sky after the rain is still white clouds, Qingshan Lake, there is also the first lotus water. The Buddha said: One flower is one world, one leaf is one Bodhi. So, I painted a clear lotus on the quiet day, on the bank of the clouds, the water of the Mae, guarding the promise of the heart. I like to look at the lotus in the pond quietly, not vines and branches, and the pavilions are blooming; I like to think of you in the long night, those beautiful things that have been with you, formed into a babbling stream, turning back in my dreams. I will never understand why such a concern has been haunting my heart, in fact, there is no need to ask more, and there is no need to find the reason, let it go deep.

I like this sentence: "The clouds are in the green mountains and the moon is in the sky." "When I read it, I felt so beautiful, and a kind of tranquil mood arose. More often, in the face of life, maybe we need such a little bit of tranquil state of mind, a little bit of casual mind. In ordinary life, people come and go casually. Some moods, some feelings, can be written on paper, and some can only be understood but not spoken, such feelings are bland but also happy.

The night was quiet, and it seemed that only the sound of cicadas could be heard in the distance. In the middle of summer in Zaore, a heart has never been idle, in addition to the busy work and trivial matters, there may be only Qingning left at the moment. I really want to find someone with the same heart to talk to, drink tea, and also want to be in a place with green mountains and beautiful waters. There is also a feeling of loneliness in the noise, silence in the corner, letting the noise flow. Ma De said: A person's soul can only see its own clarity and brightness when it is alone, and can enjoy the vigor and vigor of life.

The world is full of charm, and freehand is just a landscape. Some things, some people, are finally far away, faded, not because they don't want to remember, not deliberately to forget, but just want to be quiet alone. Flowers bloom outside the window, I just want to hold a favorite book, quietly savor "the winding path leads to the secluded place, the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees", as if I am in a quiet courtyard, under the tree full of flower buds, listening to the sound of flowers. Wearing a cotton and linen cloth, relying on the grass and trees to be plain, how beautiful the time is, less distractions and yuwang, more leisure and quiet. The beauty of life is not in its splendor, but in its peace.

The wind passed, the rain did not fall, and the temperature was not hot or dry, just right. Time flows quietly, the days are unhurried, it is rare to calm down, play with some flowers and plants, and look at your favorite clothes. Tranquility is the best state of life. Quietly pick up a book, quietly miss someone, quietly think about something, quietly throw away a thought. Quiet, like an old tea, dissolves peace and peace into the tea, filters out the hustle and bustle, and soaks out the slightest coolness. The world of tranquility is beautiful. The small bridge and flowing water, the empty valley and the orchid, are all quiet. Because of quietness, there is charm, and because of quietness, there is wind and bones.

The cool breeze has a letter, and the flowers bloom like promise. The good times will always be quiet, after many changes and twists and turns, I just want to live an ordinary life. I have always liked something that can warm my heart, and in this world, there is always a thin coolness that needs warmth and comfort. With a beautiful scenery, accompanied by the gurgling stream, listening to the endless stream of clear sounds, cutting a wisp of breeze, blooming deep between the eyebrows of thoughts and expectations. Let the lonely soul meet its own green mountains and beautiful waters.

This novel is from Reading Books