Chapter Eighty-Four: Understood

Sail a flat boat, drifting in the river of time, the lotus path is a stroke, the flower is the matchmaker, marrying half a piece of plain paper, after all, can't, measure to reach the other side of the dream. Standing in the wind, fluttering clothes, thinking at the end of the world, holding a quiet flower in his hand, he can no longer be flustered.

A person, I don't know how many smoke and rain ancient alleys have been walked? Fang met and met, the deepest understanding of the Su Causeway and the willow bank, the confidant, the ice heart jade pot is saved!

Understand that a simple smile can also convey the deepest friendship. It is often said, understood, but speechless! Silence without words, not the end of the words! It is the deepest thought in the heart, thinking, at the end of the world, swimming and thinking, and the heartache is speechless, which is the sunset and twilight drum of the years, waking up the people in the dream, and achieving the most ethereal enlightenment!

Borrowing a bend of the moonlight, quiet and cold, sitting secretly, secretly sitting, tapping the fingertips of the wisp of warmth, silent, ignoring the external disturbances, the most sincere and deepest thoughts on the paper, the ordinary life is smeared with peach blossoms, pink smoke picturesque beauty.

It's just that the riverside is far away, the sound of the flute is far away, and we are each hurrying in the smoke and dust, who can stop, stop, get together, and gently hold each other's hands?

Every other way, the mountains and rivers, all of them play the role of a gorgeous person, regret the branches and flowers, not to cherish the people in front of them, so they can't think about it, silent, speechless.

Even though he is speechless, he understands it most deeply, three thousand miles away, a distance close at hand, the soft sound of water, the warm breath, a sentence, 'missing' eyes gather smoke and rain, a sigh, and the pear blossoms have fallen. Silence and speechlessness, light smile, gentle and joyful, plum blossoms are gone, willows cut green, and it is a bright spring day.

Life is a long road, know how lonely, those, know each other, cherish each other, the ice heart jade pot is saved, very pure beauty, singing songs, listening to the language of flowers, a wisp of sorrow stirs the ripples in the heart! Thanksgiving and joy, and cherish.

Smoke and rain and red dust, lonely joy and melancholy, reluctant, cut away, such as the wisps of cloud green silk, thousands of emotions, up. Just smelling the spring of flowers towards a ray of sunshine, hugging the fragrance of a sleeve, hiding all the memories of the waves.

In the middle of the night when the moon is bright and clear, a light of tea, slowly tasted, curling mist, will flood all the images, deep eyes, full of melancholy and pity, often say: "For me, you must take care! Don't be tired! Don't stay in front of the computer all the time" And I, so, tattooed in the heart, eternal, after all, but silent. You know, not saying a word is the deepest realization I miss after the pain, and it is also a deep understanding.

I just can't think about it! I have to keep the Buddha's words in my heart, love, relief, and a flower, only there quietly, quietly live an inch of time, and then there is silence and joy, and the beauty of a light smile and calmness. However, after all, how can you not let go!

Once and now, how long has the heart lake ice blockade tower? Today, the spring is warm in the Xiangjiang River, and the love really meets and knows each other, even if the fate is shallow and parting, or affectionate and silent, it may not be like smoke and illusion, tea and cool smoke and water pavilion. Who said, "It's better not to see each other!" How, worrying about it? No love, it was originally a thousand layers of dust, no sorrow and no joy, not the cultivation of Zen heart and plum bones.

In this way, just on the days of red flowers and willows, the moon makes the flowers and stars sparse, pick a bunch of dewy flowers, don't live in the green silk three thousand, silence, fog, look at the sea on the other side, boundless, waves, dark blue waters, full of bright smiles. Understand, don't worry, the flowers here bloom all seasons, and the door is half-hidden, just for the wind to come with the news of peace and joy.

Low eyebrows, shallow smile, thousands of emotions in the eyes, even if they are speechless, they are still happy, a wisp of the slanting sun is warm, no matter what, remember, or forget, they have always been here!

Sitting alone in the green place of the secluded path, in the corner of the lonely house, a soft lamp, not far away, right here, the emaciated back, in front of a pile of lecture manuscripts, the curling fireworks are blurred, flickering bright and dark, is the secret revealed by the heart, picking up the pen that has been lonely for a long time, the goddess of Wushan on the paper, Song Yuwen is deep, dreaming, a glimpse of the beauty.

The song is full of joy, and suddenly, far away, the fog is the melancholy and joy that you can't dissipate! Secrets of stealing joy, happiness and cruelty. Yun knows, the case, the blur of smoke, the gentle smile that surrounds you, and the fireworks on the other side are so dazzling and dazzling. And I, silent, speechless.

In the quiet night, only one petal of his flower soul is left here, listening to the whispers in the wind. Moved to smile, speechless. Understand, confidant is lonely, quiet taste, ink piano sound, ice heart jade pot storage, love is really warm and fragrant, the concern remained, the mark of searching, moved, cloud speechless, how do you not understand?

Understand, therefore, read, in the distance, remember, or do not remember, that wisp of the most ice-hearted memory of meeting a confidant has been embedded here, say or not, understand me, you must understand!

Smoke and rain and dust, the shackled flowers and vines are verdant, each other, hurriedly pursuing the steps, only the soul, placed here, thatched hut clear stream, morning and twilight, today and tomorrow, year after year, each other, plain and affectionate as promised.