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I like a simple life, and I like to wait silently. I like to hide the shallow thoughts in my heart, or lose them in my fingertips, flow with the fragrance of ink, fly with my heart, whether the flowers bloom on the other side, as long as there are you, I think the four seasons should be red and willow green, green and green. Thanksgiving for every encounter in the passing years, the landscape that enters the eyes, the fragrance that enters the nose, the Sanskrit sound that enters the ears, and the you who enter the heart. Whether it is the time of a tea or the time when a flower blooms, it is the most beautiful, and you will plant a plant in your heart and never forget, and harvest a long day of affection.

Smoke and rain and red dust, you are on the other side, I am on this shore, painting a landscape and planting a curtain of dreams. In the dream, there are flowers, trees, wind, and rain, and in the painting, there are passing years, years, clouds and smoke around the city and water, and shallow thoughts passing through the heart window, letting the flowers bloom softly, letting the dark incense superimpose, and letting the wind flutter. I just brush away the loneliness in your eyes, and open the loneliness into a lingering place, you just want to blow away the heart lock of my eyebrows, and pour the fragrance into a shocking eye.

If there is a drop of crystal in the corner of my eye, it is also a precious gift for you. In this life, no matter in the poem, no matter in the painting, no matter in the dream, only the compassion will be deeply planted, and in the fireworks and joy, embroider a picture to accompany each other, and warm the world.

The end of the world is like a painting, and the leaves are restricted. Whose oath was lightly unfolded in the rice paper, fell an autumn flower, pierced the poem written on the bank of the heart, like, a beam of aurora poured out, lit up the tenderness of the soul, and vividly the grace of a tree. So, the light heart stepped on the poetic rhyme, quietly climbed up the heart city and fell into the eyebrows;

Make an appointment for a lingering heart, collide with feelings, embrace gentleness, and speak heart-to-heart. Touching the charm of a thought, there is no helplessness in the thoughts, no sighs, only the warm wind, pillow poems, whispering, laughing and singing. Depicting the attachment of a tree and flowers, in the fine fragrance, carved into the soul of waiting, lovesickness, vivid, the throbbing heart is only for you, beautiful as ever.

Fold a piece of attachment and hide it in the poem, the hidden mind, I don't know how much to wait to get a consummation? Pujia Shuimei, who holds an umbrella for you, accompanies you through the smoke and rain and red dust, and who lays the foreshadowing for the love flower pergola, just to continue to write a warm and romantic relationship with you. Count the red dust, the years of glass, seeking, seeking, you are waiting for me in the warmest fireworks for three thousand reincarnations.

The years are in a hurry, the years are like a shuttle, always want to find a quiet fragrance, into the ink, always want to pick up a few drops of morning dew, clear the heart. In the hustle and bustle, with a pilgrimage heart, the clouds, water, dust and smoke can also produce a peachy spring, and the fragrance and tranquility can also decorate the splendid year. Life is picturesque, the simple pen is the most true, it makes the passing years vivid, pleasant, calm. The wind blows through the smoke, lowers the eyebrows, smiles, only the ordinary one is the most beautiful, it makes you safe, happy, and content.

Every day, I say it to the years, I say it to the time, I say it to the heart, and I also say it to you, I don't know if you are tired of it? The heart is restricted, and I always want to carry you with the Moli water town, and the same boat is warm, but I am always separated by a paper incense distance, and I miss it from afar; the heart is charming, and I always want to Zen out of a beautiful landscape, but I can't paint a perfect picture in the end, and the splendid years go by.

Perhaps, life is not perfect, and they all practice alone in the ups and downs. I wish that there is a blooming garden in the soul, with infinite scenery and a lingering thought, planted in the water and greenery, watered with poetry, and the flowers must bloom soundly, and the flowers will fall intentionally. The wind blows through the years, no matter the clouds or clouds, no matter how many degrees the years have passed, as long as you and I are always in each other's hearts, warm and beautiful, it's good!

Autumn cool heart warm, sit upright, a song of red dust, listen to the depths of time, the sound of flowers blooming, gently, softly, dark fragrance faint, floating bursts of flower language, as if your affectionate poems, whispering in the ear. Through the time of the note, the poetry is dyed with eyebrows, like smoke and picturesque, like an ink, embellished with the mountains and rivers of the years; On the other side of time, plant a plant with thousands of tenderness, poetic with you, fingertips full of warmth, your red dust, my attachment, let love and lingering spread in time, let the story of the passing years dyed bright, faint and fragrant.

There are green mountains in the heart, and green water surrounds the shoulders. Time passes by every morning bell and dusk drum, every spring, summer, autumn and winter, meditating in the world, cultivating the mind in the words, and missing the emerald green like smoke in the comfort. Walking in the poetic long day, counting the scenery, there are always some scenery unforgettable; after a few flowers, there is always some light and elegant drunk and happy; gathering and dispersing, there are always some people who will leave a little touch in your life.

Let your pen be warm, and the ink is joyful, so that you accidentally turn the gentle time into the tenderness of a flower. That shallow taste, as long as you taste it with your heart, even if it is thousands of miles away, it is like a few miles away. Know, when you meet the mountain, you can meet the water, you know, you can meet the rain when you meet the wind, and you also know that you will meet you......

Be quiet in the text every day, and plant a plain heart in the red dust. The wind, blowing dust and smoke, I am in the smoke, never drifted with the tide, only according to their own heart, quietly the joys and sorrows of life gathered and scattered in the peach source of words, here to read the landscape, read calmly, read elegant, but also read your affectionate your heart. Lightly unfold the red dust picture scroll, the thought of the plain, hang on the branches of the years, wait for you to walk, wait for the wind to blow, wait for the rain to fall, bloom yourself into a plain flower, swaying a tree flower language is continuous, you come, you listen, you understand, it is the warmth of the drunken beauty of the year.

I like to sit old in a wisp of ink, no matter how many light years have passed, whether things are people or not, whether the years have passed, only ink has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and it is light and elegant; I like to linger in a poem to the bone, those enchanting sentences into the heart, like vines, like Gu, like demons inhabit the soul. Write small characters at will, some small moods flood in the fingertips, casually drop in a painting to outline Qinghuan, those fireworks are easy to cold the past, let it fade in and out with the wind, those ten thousand Fuqu only like one Zen realm, in the heart of the elegant open, open, forever, forever, only because Bodhi in the heart, only because Zen is not old.

Pick a few drops of flower dew as ink, draw a stroke of flowing fragrance, embroider a picture of smoke and water quiet, affectionate, thoughtful, you, text, happy days, it's really good!

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