Chapter 415: Tonghua (10)

The sun and the moon are two lights, a dream in spring and autumn, and the red dust sees through it but ups and downs; Life is nothing but impermanence; Love is seen through but it is just gathering and dispersing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, old for a period of time, a hundred years later is just a time for flowers to bloom.

Life is abundant because of affection; Warm by love; Joy in simplicity; Good because of kindness; Because of the tranquility and fragrance; Because of the joy and quiet; Romantic because of poetry; Warm because of moving; Inclusion due to understanding; vivid because of encounters; Cherish each other because of mutual knowledge; Gathered and scattered by fate; Parting because of impermanence, cherishing because of missing; possession by abandonment; Easy by forgetting; Be wise because of the trade-offs; Peace of mind because there are no regrets; Success due to persistence; Wonderful because of struggle; Growing from setbacks; strong by pain; Matured through experience; Heavy because of the vicissitudes of life; Be grateful for the experience; free and easy because of seeing; bright with a smile; Because of experience, I understand that health is wealth, peace is joy, happiness is a gift, and contentment is happiness.

In a hundred years of life, the ebb and flow is a day, the flowers bloom and bloom is a season, the full moon and the lack of a moon are a year, life has an epiphany in the advance, and the years are fragrant in the accumulation. After tasting the heaviness of the color, it will feel fresh and pleasant; has seen the prosperity of the world, and Fang Jue is the most true. A quiet room can also cultivate the mind; A cup of tea can also be tranquil and fragrant, a roll in the hand, peaceful. Ying is poetic in the passing years, smelling the freshness of the sun, listening to the lingering drizzle, and watching the vicissitudes of life with the free and easy smile of the wind; With the graceful and light past of clouds; With the attitude of flowers, sitting full of sunshine, with an indifferent freehand life, with a peaceful and verdant time, let the days rise in the wood, rice, oil and salt; Let life be poetic in coarse tea and light rice, through the time between your fingers, look down on the fireworks of the passing years, taste the quiet of the years, and the scenery in your heart is the landscape that does not change in life.

I love tea. In the mouth of the clear tea, the faint bitterness glides through the tip of the tongue and falls on the heart, with a refreshing and sweetness.

A trace of fragrance floats, and all the memories begin to bloom quietly in the mist of tea. Memory is like a rope that binds you tightly, and no matter how hard you struggle, you still can't untie the knot of life.

The fragrance of tea lingers, stepping on the footprints of memory, and passing through the circuitous path of memory.

Remember, think about the person who once moved your heart, the person you were moved for.

To appease, to appease those who have been adrift outside for a long, long time.

It is often said that the years go by, and the grinding and tearing of life will make the sentimentality numb and dull. It is true that there are some pains, which gradually pass over the years and are no longer acute. As the days go by, the heart may grow old with the years, and the feeling may grow old with the time.

A few wisps of breeze blew, even through the thin bead curtain, the softness, the warmth, still swirling in the room.

Waiting silently, waiting for the warmth of the passing year to bloom in the fragrance of tea. A bamboo building, a person, a cup of tea, a piece of music, peace of mind.

I always like to taste the aroma of tea in such an artistic conception. Maybe not for the tea rhyme, but just for the sake of stringing up the years at this time. The old things that once left me at a loss, those who passed by me, will be as clear as yesterday.

A person, bathed in the bright moon of the Tang Dynasty, whispered the Song Ci Yuan song. In poetry and songs, look for the old days. The heart gradually quieted down, all the prosperity and loneliness, all the scenery of the passing years, at this time, was quiet and silent. In fact, that's how life should be. From birth, a person carries a heavy bag, carries too much content, and walks on the bumpy road of life. If you are tired, in pain, injured, or lonely, you should find a place to repair your soul, sit upright in the world, tidy up your mood, and pack your bags. Then, let's go. The heart is relaxed, and everything can be as clear as the wind.

Many people will never be able to comprehend this. They like the turbulent days, and they like to interpret themselves in the chaotic world. Even if you are exhausted, even if you are emaciated, you still enjoy it.

They don't know that the heart is actually a window. When you open the window, you can see the worldly fireworks. Close the window, it is the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the clouds and water are Zen. Only by knowing how to open and close your heart window and savoring life can you be a proud self.

Between heaven and earth, find yourself. Heaven and earth are so big, where do you find yourself?

Sitting on the top of the teahouse, a cup of tea, a wisp of tea fragrance, taste life, and interpret life. Let your thoughts fly, let your soul fall silent. Looking back, you are still you, and I am still me.

I envy that there are always so many fans around the stars, that there are always so many subordinates around the leaders, that there are always so many students around the teachers, in short, we have been envious of others. In fact, in life, after everyone fades their own halo, we are all the same, lonely children, lonely servants.

From birth to the end, none of us have been there for us, including our own parents. Although our parents love us very much, we still leave our parents and go to the distant place of our dreams alone. Looking forward to the rainbow ahead, but ushering in a storm. At this time, we are lonely, and the feeling is very depressing, and at the same time, we also want to have someone to help and warm us. But even if it does appear, then one day it will not be around. Although the truth is brutal, this is the reality, and it is very real.

Life is too long, because there is loneliness, so life is too long. We always complain that happy days are so fleeting. And on the contrary, the days of loneliness are always long, so long.

Actually, this is fair, because loneliness always befalls each of us, without exception. Maybe some people always smile at life, but behind the mirror they are also very lonely. Loneliness is not useless, it allows us to learn to think quietly and slowly understand the meaning and true meaning of life. Loneliness gives each of us a quiet heart.

Loneliness is a magician who gives each of us a pair of eyes to discover beauty. Let us see the world, far more beautiful than we imagined, let us see the charm of the blooming flowers, the delicate vitality of the grass, and the golden victory of corn......

Loneliness is a teacher who teaches us that we can't always rely on others, others are just the most beautiful secret in our hearts, sweet like sugar, but there will always be a day when it melts, if we want to have it all the time, then it is best to collect it with sincerity, loneliness makes us understand that it is only ourselves that have been with us along the way.

Loneliness is a painter who paints the darkest colors of our hearts. It could be dark red, or it could be dark. Because loneliness is not the only one. The tone of loneliness is always the mark of the soul, but it is extremely dark, but it is not monotonous all the time.

Lonely is a boatman who casts huge nets but never catches the most fish.

Loneliness is a doctor who prescribes the wrong medicine for his patients, but he can't find the regret medicine and gives it to himself.

Loneliness is an old man, his hair is snow-white, his wrinkles have been carved deep by the blade of time, and his body is no longer flexible, so he completely thinks about the regret he missed.

Loneliness is a bride who wears a red hijab but loses the direction of happiness.

Loneliness is an actor who wears the most gorgeous coat, but he can't escape the fragility of his heart.

Loneliness is a singer who sings the sound of heaven, but he can't sing his own voice in the depths of his soul.

Loneliness is a farmer who has sown a small seed but wants to harvest the fullest crop.

Loneliness is a driver who persistently chooses a path to go down. I don't care if I run into a deep pit.

Life is lonely, but we have to learn to be friends with loneliness. Because the lonely road of a lifetime is really long, very long. Pleasure is only an accompaniment, but solitude is the main song. Loneliness is not darkness and boundlessness, loneliness is another form of life. It's actually beautiful. Because that's just yours. Don't be disgusted with loneliness, maybe loneliness will give you enough comfort to keep going. (To be continued.) )