Hidden in quiet, hidden in peace, hidden in the melodious music, hidden in the ignorance of flowers. When a person is quietly guarding the tranquility in the ink, the clear stream flowing through his fingertips, even if the moon shines and the stars sleep, he can still read the whispering of the soul. Unload the burden, any smoke and rain, rising into a sea of flowers in the bottom of my heart - inscription

It's just a moment, and it's in the eyes casually. Before I knew it, my heart had sunk. I just like this charming burgundy, pleasing to the eyes! Maybe it's because I'm self-indulgent! Tranquil and warm pictures: such as the soothing feeling of going to a café, the relaxation of a cold drink shop, the smell of books in a bookstore, and the tranquility of the garden, are all my favorite styles. I also like bars, although I haven't been to them, but I like the kind of enchantment, a kind of indulgent atmosphere. When the swaying red wine glass is condensed in front of you, time will pass for thousands of years, a kind of lovesickness, a touch of affection, are tossing and turning in the glass, waking up and drunk in a dream.

In the bar, you must wear a cheongsam, a burgundy red that teases your eyes and mood, sit silently, a cigarette is lit at random on your fingertips, and the color is charming, but you don't have any intersection with anyone. Loving myself at this moment, it is the soul and shadow becoming one, passing through the Gobi of red dust. In life, I played again and again, constantly changing the pattern, and finally forgot the original intention and got confused in the hustle and bustle. At this moment, the heart can still pass through the tunnel of time, clinging to the quiet smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which cannot but be said to be a miracle, I think I can do it. The complexity does not disturb the heart, and the dust is silently obsessed. What is the difference between others understanding and not understanding! The unique self, why should he carve rouge for others! The clear breeze and bright moon heart are enough! Time is not old, and dreams are always there. Elegance is a kind of spinning, not everyone can reach it! You don't understand, and I don't blame you.

Just because he took a second look, he fell into the whole Loulan, just to follow the promise of the wind, and casually drew a moment of perfection. Don't complain too much, there are always unwillingness in life. I warm up by the shackles of the fire, I want to burn the flame of love, linger in your arms for the rest of my life, look at your face quietly, shy like Milan spring. Ten fingers clasped at night, the stars dare not blink, if there is half an acre of flower fields between the mountains and rivers, I think it is you and me forever. No is a chain that can only be fulfilled in dreams. The moment I looked back, I saw that you were smiling brightly at the beacon, and that was because of me. The sun hides in the clouds, and my tears are the eyes of the clouds, annihilating the gentleness of summer. Before the thoughts became chaotic and the moon fell, I just encountered an ethereal cloud and smoke, and I gradually drifted away

When I first started writing, I had a soft spot for these two words: Hongyan! I remember reading a text by Meng'er that is also related to Hongyan, and I also fell in love with a song, Guan Zenan's "Let Me Be Your Life's Hongyan". I like the indescribable poignancy and sadness in it, and I also like the persistence that I can't ask for and still do my best.

There are several kinds of sufferings in life, among which the most painful is "love", even the Buddha can't compete with it, and chooses to turn around, so there are rumors of a smile. There have been so many living Buddhas in the past dynasties, and the only one that has been praised the most widely is Cangyang Gyatso, which has endured for 300 years. He is a love monk, and in the book "I am the most beautiful lotus in mortal dust", there is a sentence: Everyone's life is true and beautiful. What you have is what you have, and losing does not mean losing, losing is another kind of possession.

Maybe letting go is a kind of relief, and you can only "realize" when you are relieved, and you are always ignorant and can't see clearly in the bureau, but once you stand outside the bureau, all choices will be sober and calm. Undoubtedly, I am a woman who likes to dream, and I am obsessed with the romance of wind and snow, and the life I want is not something that anyone can afford, and what I pursue is also an ultimate life. A life without burdens, free and casual, there can be no flaws in the feelings, there is a habit of cleanliness, and if someone touches me, then I would rather give it up than give in.

People who are strict with themselves are also demanding of their lovers, and they do not leave each other and do not care about others. In troubled times, Hongchen is only drunk with a frame of wind, looking for a trace of incense, picking a cloud, accompanying a person to old age, life and death are inseparable. Friends commented on me: cold and arrogant, fiery, extreme, conceited, uninhibited, it's all you! It's really like this, in short, you won't disguise yourself, you won't wronged yourself too much, once you make a choice, you don't leave room for anyone else.

is not a woman who drags mud and water, she can't put it down, she would rather hurt herself than bow her head and ask for perfection, maybe it is such a stubbornness that has created everything today. Words are the weakest part of my heart, and they are also a sharp blade that can knock me down with a finger. Everyone has their own insistence, and the word "red face" is the most tragic endorsement. I won't let myself be reduced to a red face. It's holding my soul in the palm of a man, and I can pinch me until my soul is scattered at any time.

Maybe one day I will finally settle down and be with a person until I grow old, it must be that my heart is on the shore, and I am very relieved with him, not an earth-shattering love, just a kind of understanding, a kind of warmth to rely on. At that time, he will no longer chase the jade tree in the wind, but he will cultivate himself until the flowers bloom and are undefeated.

No matter how beautiful love is, there is a dull day, someone said to me: believe me, that is, believe in yourself, I will accompany you to see all the scenery! In fact, when he spoke, I saw the trick, so I cried when I left. It's not that I'm too emotional, it's someone who can say this, but I can't give myself an eternity to fulfill. The man who really accompanies you all over Zimo will not say this, his promise is behavior, and it is to pour out his life's love for you.

Not everyone can be called "red face", there are not many women who can match these two words, talent, cultivation, and appearance are indispensable, not to mention that they can stand peerlessly, but also for the sake of a glance of certainty, abandoning the prosperity of the world. If you are lucky enough to have such a relationship, a most affectionate and affectionate face, please be kind to this woman. A look back at the vast sea of people will haunt you with dreams, lonely for the rest of your life, not everyone can be wanton and willful.

Love is not passionate, it is a kind of warmth, and it has always taken root. Don't say it's serious, it's your pain, and I can't see color in my eyes anymore. The flowers bloom a few times in life, and in the heart and eyes for a moment, a lifetime of waiting is constructed, and you will see the arrival of spring in the wind and rain. Love is a lifetime, life and death. Don't be ambiguous about love words, you must not love the person you are willing to hurt, so don't complain about being deported. All choices are cause and effect, and when you refuse to give, you are already far from love and hurt the eyes that have no regrets