Angel's Lingding

Every morning you will see her, a happy angel, dressed in white and shuttling between the community service stations. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the noisy road, and the cars kept speeding and roaring...... In the garden by the roadside, the budding buds are quietly blooming. One left and one right, combined into a world where one side is quiet and the other is constantly fluctuating.

Angels go back and forth on both sides. One is a lifeline on the assembly line, and the other is silently blooming in spring. Everyone who passed by greeted her. And the angel returns the favor with a sunny smile.

The two-wheeled bicycle is the simplest and most ordinary wing that the angels use to deliver medicine to them. Along the way, every living little guy was singing. And send a kiss. As a token of gratitude, the angels will give them a hug.

Gradually, the people here got to know her and became familiar with her. She also gradually fell in love with the harmony between the two worlds under this blue sky. One east and one west, the rhythm of life is tight and organized. Every day, in addition to a few pale white clouds in the clear sky, you will also see the birds dancing gracefully as you follow the direction of the angels. Sometimes they rush forward, sometimes in a "V" shape, sometimes scattered in twos and twos, sparse and sparse. Like the long-term absence of winter, it tells the strength of longing. Feel like a child happily in the sky and the universe. The flute of the flowing car whistles for a long time. When you don't have a car, look into the distance. The green hill was palpable. The wide asphalt road stretched out the mood and released the geese in the southeast. The angel galloped by, spreading his wings and heading towards the paradise of freedom.

On the one hand, there is a sad and crushing cry for life, and on the other hand, there is a relaxed mood. Whole two different realms. This side is the passion of life, and the other side is the struggle of life. Why, everyone can easily say that they have abandoned their lives, but they are constantly maintaining when their lives are dying, hoping to breathe for one more second in the world.

Angels come from heaven, white and pure. is constantly sowing the seed of love. Ding...... A string of cheerful notes. "Help me......" The angel vibrated an uncontrollable emotion. Constantly looking for a source of agency.

I fell ill again and again, forgetting myself, this is a new world. This is a sacred moment. Different combinations combine to create a picture of an old and a young. Send warmth in the crisis, send you across the Lai River Bridge, Tangshui River. Saving your life again and again, keeping your life in the clouds of life and death. We say that life can go on but not forever. What remains forever is the angelic song of joy. It is the warm embrace of the Virgin Mary and the lip print of the rose of the angels.

On this day, the angel was sick. A man lay quietly on the hospital bed. White walls, white sheets, quilts, a quiet person. Playing a little bit. On the right is a window. The window is an old thing. It was the big tree in the sky, full of purple tinkling. It's slender but slender. It's feminine but not delicate. Quietly like a noisy psalm. The angels are clearly drawn to it. I can't go back to the present for a while. On the left is a window. The gate on the opposite side is open, and the only avenue leading to the world is the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and a few merchants and a few people coming and going form a dynamic picture. On the one hand, it is a silent nurturing, and on the other hand, it is a portrayal of reality. The angel stopped his mind in the interspersed time and space.

Quietly, alone.

One east and one west, one left and one right, this side and that side, just like the sun and the moon of yin and yang, separated by people. Parting people. It is an empty world, one side is prosperous, and the voices are boiling. On the one hand, it is quiet as sleep, and it is a story of great love in a small city. Angels are going back and forth in this earthly and heavenly world. Perhaps, it was this moment that made the angel quiet. Go back to the past and think quietly, the present and the future, the reality and the dream. Then and now. Yesterday and tomorrow, and the angels are today. I don't know what I'm coming for, and I don't know where I'm flying.

Angels haunt the path of yin and yang with the authority of the Holy Spirit. Spread your wings and live for love. Maybe this world is not just a simple color, and it doesn't just belong to one thing, so to speak, a simple animal or fauna. Time and space are intertwined, constantly changing space. One left and one right, one picture after another. It's not okay to look at the east, and it's not agreeable to look at the west, so it's better to put down your mood and savor it carefully. The meaning of happiness. Listen, the heartbeat of the sun, the pulse of the earth, the rhyme of spring, the dance of autumn, the sound of summer, the joy of winter. Happiness is in the heart, wings are spread, angels are flying.

The heart is also flying.

Put time and space together. The rhythm of the mysterious space of color is freely combined. That's the beauty of harmony.

The Angel's Ling Ding is on the way. Everybody can meet it. She left happiness to those who have a heart, and everyone, every kind of vow will never grow old. The combination of black and white, movement and stillness, the combination of the sun and the moon of yin and yang is only in this part of the industrious figure of the angel.

Along the way, the angels are singing, and the happy hearts are ...... left and right, east and west, here and there.

That's it – happiness.