Wu has been writing for half a year, and I will send you a beautiful article! The mainland is still the same, everything is fine early in the morning, in a quiet town, a figure flies into the distance.

Tianshan, the rain looked into the distance, I couldn't see any expression, but I was struggling in my heart, the teacher's fate was hard to disobey, did I really want to live and die with her? No, I can't hurt her, she is the woman I love the most, I'd rather die for me than let him be hurt in the slightest. But will she live alone? He knew her, obviously not. Whatever choice she makes, I'll face it with her.

In the distance, the beautiful figure was getting closer and closer, with a little sadness, Luoyu looked at her, gradually drunk, forgetting everything around her, when she came to her, Lin Tian said softly: "You are here." Zi'er responded with a sentence of "Anthracene, I'm coming". The two of them just stood quietly, looking at each other, and did not speak again, because they both understood each other's minds. This moment has become an eternity, both of them have a smile on their faces, already, they have already cut themselves off from their hearts, since it is inevitable, let us bear it together.

This is their common aspiration: "Swim across a world, go to a life and death together".

If the breeze is accompanied by the bright moon,

Wherever the world ends, you can get away.

May there be a night of tranquility,

How fast it is to raft on the West Lake!

A touch of moonlight, choose a quiet place, with a wisp of breeze, in the shallow years, quiet place and peace.

The evening breeze floats, and the calm heart lake ripples. Long flowing hair brushes across her cheeks, leaving a faint fragrance. The scattered lights are like inky nights, like dreams. Listen to the years flowing in the wind, the occasional sound of cars piercing the silence of the night, a few pedestrians in the distance, walking under the stars, strolling in the path, such a quiet and peaceful night......

I have always been fond of the word "quiet", comfortable and safe when alone, the heart is like still water, there is no secular bow, away from the disturbance of earthly things, picking chrysanthemums in the east fence, leisurely Nanshan, as you like. A paper raft, a life, dip in a stroke of ink, make a pot of fragrant tea, and listen to a soft song. Open the window, let the sunlight flow into the room, open the door, and feel the gentleness of the wind. Take a season of breeze into a dream, slightly hook the corners of your lips, and enjoy this piece of tranquility exclusively.

I have come into contact with some people, seen some things, and gradually understood that people's hearts are not as simple as they imagined. Maybe it's a matter of mentality, light things are heavy, heavy things are light, even if life is varied, the five flavors are mixed, it's just a dream, a flash in the pan. In this life, I just want to be a quiet woman, in a corner of time, looking for a beautiful mountain and water, with a touch of indifference to appreciate a season of willow green and red, listen to the murmuring of flowing water, wake up in the embrace of flowers in the morning, wander in the happiness of the sea of flowers, and bathe in the warm sunshine. In the evening, on the other side of the mountain, feel the quiet beauty of the sunset and indulge in the gorgeous shadows of the sunset. If the heart is simple, the years will be fine. Tranquility is the best companion for the soul.

After a short and elegant heart, he left a monologue for life, and after many years, he promised himself a trip to go, carrying a light bag, going far away, and having an intimate contact with nature. Spread out the poetry lines of the years, a dark fragrance is diffused in the air, with the agarwood of the years, a beautiful little poem jumps on the paper, like an elf. With a plain pen, leisurely in the years, painting a paper and ink rhyme, walking in the silent valley. Watch the clouds in the sky, listen to the birdsong in the forest, and smell the fragrance of the soil. Let the stamen of time bloom in the wind, and smile indifferently.

Cut the years into a colorful dress, give the season a light makeup, plant a chrysanthemum in the heart, love a wisp of wind, pick up a leaf to count its veins, and enrich the loneliness of life. Walking through the towering of a mountain, harvest the tranquility of a scene; Step on a long river and feel the smoothness of your heart all the way. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. There are always too many reluctances and regrets in life, and it is too late to collect its beauty, and it has passed away quietly. What you want to abandon in every possible way is what others are desperately trying to pursue, and it is better to cherish what you have than to envy what others have. There are many guests in life, why bother with thousands of knots, wait for a lotus to bloom, and smile at the bitterness and sorrow of life with an indifferent heart. Let go of a thought, write the most beautiful years in the chapters of the years, live in the wind and agarwood, and wave ink with dreams.

Through the millennium, I just want to be a silent lotus picker, without rouge, without gouache, and without makeup. Dressed in plain clothes, regardless of elegance. Read a few graceful Tang poems, chant a few elegant Song words, downplay a raft of broken chapters, and watch the fallen leaves dance lightly in front of the court. Even if you grow old, you will have no regrets for the rest of your life.

In the smoke and rain and red dust, quietly keep a light and elegant feeling, and whisper the years. Between heaven and earth, maybe I am just a passer-by who comes and goes in a hurry, without the amazement of a flower, without the dazzle of a star, without the wisdom of a cloud, ordinary but true. Maybe it's just a nameless little grass that grows silently in a corner of the world, growing tenaciously against the wind, by the light, and by the soil. Don't want to be vigorous, just want to have a dull life.

If the breeze is accompanied by the bright moon, where is the end of the world at ease. May there be a peaceful night, how fast is the boat on the West Lake!

That year, in March, you and I met for the first time.

The sun shines through the green leaves, pouring over the green shade, and the breeze sweeps through the ends of your hair, reflecting in my eyes

You, full of pride, will be the queen; Pale face, but without losing a cold voice,

You, a song of neon clothes, are vulgar and quiet; The appearance of innocence is not stained with the dust of the world.

Gathering and scattering always, but at the moment of dispersion, can you reflect me in your heart?

At the moment of your parting and turning, can you hear the sorrow and protection in my heart?

In the moment when you look back, can you see the tears and worry in my eyes?

At the moment when you are alone, can you think that there is an unfinished agreement in the distance......

When I first saw it, my heart was drunk, and the blood-stained paintings of the country could not be better than a little cinnabar between your eyebrows.

I swear by the remnant sun!

When the flowers bloom in the next year, wait until the day when the world is calm.

I promise you a wedding dress and red makeup, take you to the end of the world, and see the prosperity of the world!

General, now that the winter is coming this year, the master said, the world has been decided, are you okay?

Do you know there are still concubines waiting!

Seeing each other is fate, getting together is a blessing, and falling in love is a blessing...... In the blink of an eye, spring and autumn have passed, and only the snow is bleak.

Some feelings are only suitable for recall, whether you forget or not, they are already gone, located in a corner of memory, waiting for the years to pass; Some scenery is only suitable for appreciation, far away afraid of thin and close afraid of thick, maybe separated by distant mountains and water, it is infinitely beautiful; Some passers-by are only suitable for forgetting, no matter how much they think about the joys and sorrows of the past, it is better to take pity on the people in front of them, and cherish them; There are some moments that are only suitable for silence, those lonely and beautiful moments alone, it is wrong to say that it is better to stranded a tired heart and anchor on the shore. If the heart is filled with sunny sunshine, the years will be quiet, and if you are grateful, the present world will be stable, a mountain and a river will be a day, and a heart will be a window and a Bodhi.

Family affection is a thick boat, whether it is calm or stormy, it will always be deep in your heart, moored into a harbor for you, and warmly waited; Friendship is an invisible circle, whether it is a gentleman's friendship or a mountain and a flowing river, it can never get out of the heart-to-heart connection, and it has turned into a palpable warmth in the passing years; Love is a pleasing scene, whether vigorous or plain, there is always a heart that you can't go away from, and the long-term dependence of the water interprets the most beautiful life.

Silence does not mean forgetting, and silent presence is another kind of remembrance; Indifference does not mean indifference, and wordless thoughts are another kind of wish; Low-key does not presage retreat, and an indisputable gesture is another kind of elegance. Being a man should be like a mountain, strong but not hard, steady but not bulky, no matter when and where, it can always give people a sense of reassurance; Nourishing the heart should be like the sea, whether it is happy or sad, it will turn into the wind and enter the broad mind, smile lightly, and whisper to each other.

Emotional people will eventually let their hearts be branded with deep or shallow scars, will be moved by an action, will be warm because of a word, will listen to a song and cry, will read a word and be sad, will be lonely for an impossible future, will be sad for a period of impossible to go back to the past, if life can be simple, happiness can be plain, you and I would rather be quiet, spend the years in peace, even if you are lonely into the sea, there is your love, such as a lotus, with me in full bloom, how good it would be......

In this life, we are destined to have many chance encounters, and when we meet one thing or someone, we have many twists and turns in our lives. No matter what, there are always a few things that you will never forget; There is always such a person who makes you sigh suddenly. If you miss it, just pass by, there is no intersection of beauty, just the illusion of the empty heart, forgetting is the best nostalgia for each other; There is no constant commitment, only the veins of the heart and the heart are scattered in the wind and rain. Along the way, the starlight we encountered by chance made us regret and warmth. Don't force it, don't fight for it, as long as you have a clear conscience, what you leave is the scenery, and what you leave is life.

Tonight, I regained my old heart, returned to the original old dream, felt the Tang Feng, bathed in the Song rain, stood quietly, and watched the flowers bloom. Just because of the traction of an ancient song, I once again crashed into the lotus rhyme of the pond, remembering those affectionate times, silently falling into my heart, silent and happy. I like a woman like water, or a quiet green bamboo between the mountains and flowing waters, or a flower in front of the window under the breeze and bright moon, and I am willing to return to one of the lotus ponds in that city, no need to dress up, no need to make a sound, I believe you will understand, my lotus heart......

Wise people will draw the essence from other people's thoughts, and stupid people will try to impose their own ideas on others; Wise people will adjust themselves to the smoke and moon, and stupid people will not know it but want to change everything around them; Smart people know how to speak silently and instantly at the right time, indifferent as the wind and elegant as a rainbow, and stupid people will only blindly criticize and blindly reckless, and do not know how to introspect and do not know tolerance. If you are grateful, a flower is a landscape, a leaf is Bodhi, because of contentment, so happy; If the heart is good, the cause is gratitude, and the cause is remembered, because you understand, so you are compassionate. You must know that everyone is the only irreplaceable person in this world, and if you can't change others, then cultivate yourself. If your heart is like the sea, your eyes are full of beautiful scenery.

In the time like water, I take a handful of memories of the passing years, slowly reminiscing, half sad and half bright. How many people, the promise will not be forgotten, after all, the scenery on the other side will end, and there is no other period; How much love, once said that it will never be abandoned, and finally forgotten in the dusty dream, to be recalled. Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll up, clutch joys and sorrows are just ordinary plays, no need for others' affirmation, only be the best yourself. Life is like a dream, cherish the time of life, pick up an idle flower, sit on a flowing cloud, listen to the silent thoughts, and meditate in indifference. It is better to remember the hearts of the people you meet, and do them and cherish them.

I like to listen to a song until I get tired of it, I don't have to make a sound, and the slightest string rhythm has sung all my heart; I like to read a paragraph to tasteless, no need to speak, every sentence of truth has touched my deep soul; I like to quietly collect a kind of memory, put it in my bag like a flowing year, and go alone to find a dream and a warm home with the old thoughts that are drifting away; I like to sketch a shallow pen of feelings, write it into the light text, build an eternal memorial, leave a little aftertaste, and give it to my future self. If I can not disperse, I am willing to accompany you forever, if the time is quiet, I will smile and be safe.

Hurried years, but fleeting; Shaoguang is fleeting, and the face is easy to age. In the sky, everything is as small as a mayfly. Love and hate, swords and swords. In that era of frequent wars and turmoil, only by integrating into the rivers and lakes can we make a life.

The autumn rain is slanting and the cool breeze is gusting. The bird on the eaves looked into the distance, looking in the direction that should have had the afterglow of the sunset. That direction is where the rivers and lakes are? And the rivers and lakes, where are they.

"Where there are people, there are grievances, and where there are grievances, there are rivers and lakes. "Chivalrous wandering the world, should we abandon those family grievances, sorrow and hatred. The past, for them, is just a thing of the past.

Riding horses and whips, willow leaves flying blades; The oil umbrella is down, and the lupine is gently shaken.

Every fight and fight has left an indelible mark on their bodies and even on their hearts. Who are they living for? With the turbulent war and the unstable political situation, it seems that it is difficult to protect oneself. From the yellow sand desert to the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, they continue to pursue and lose; From the outside of the snow plug to the gentle dream harbor, they are desperate to find and desperately recover.

The sunset is at the head of the building, and the sound of the broken hung is in the air. The nostalgia for the countryside is a thing of the past. They never asked when they would return home, nor did they think about where they would go tomorrow. Where is the end of the days of wandering. Pacifying chaos and reassuring the people, for the chivalrous side. It seems like a lifelong dream, but it is out of reach. Is it dawn after surviving the night? The vast starry sky, the newborn sunrise, who knows when it will be handed over.

At this time, the bright moon is thousands of miles away. On the local side, someone combs your hair and makeup, and the mirror is yellow. "Sijun can't return, and he wants to break the jade intestines. She was looking forward to the direction of his departure that day. Even though it was an inky night, she still stood in front of the window, thinking about it, just looking forward to your return.

Happy rivers and lakes, profit and loss bright moon. Proud of his youth, the knife accompanies the end of the world. And the pen and ink are shallow, only the rivers and lakes think. A person's journey, even if he has light skills and top martial arts, he will eventually be weak. The best place to wander outside is to integrate into the rivers and lakes.

Jianghu, right here.

The sword is in love with the sword, the children are long, the heart is fierce, and the rose is sniffed.

In the early morning of May, the sun is shining, and when you open the window, you will see a piece of greenery, and occasionally, there will be a breeze blowing, and the trace of green will be secretly enchanting in the branches. Pick up a touch of coolness, put a quiet in the fragrance of tea, the wind blows through the hair, but also brings the fragrance of flowers. Sitting in front of the window, immersing yourself in the delicate halo of the morning sun, the bottom of your heart is filled with soft warmth, which is the taste of happiness.

The years have changed darkly, and the days will always drift away in the tossing and turning. The sky, sometimes clear, sometimes gloomy, on the way forward, I have long been accustomed to enjoying loneliness, accustomed to walking with the wind and rain, accustomed to hiding all the joys and sorrows, only bright, give time.

As I grow older, I like more and more elegant things, floral fragrance likes light, color likes simplicity, and feelings like long-lasting. In this life, I wish to be a simple and elegant flower, blooming in the wind of the post road, through the wind and rain, through the vicissitudes of life, in full bloom, through decline. To the past, a slight smile, to the present, cherish the mastery, for the future, leave a vision, with an indifferent mind, walking in the time, in the name of love, in the heart of a piece of sunshine, against the breeze, leaning on the sun and the moon, only for one person, disperse the prosperity, let the soul graze in the brightness.

Time never stops because of our joys and sorrows, we learn to be calm in the tossing and turning. I am waiting for a rain in the wind of the passing years to moisten my soul; In the bright sunshine, wait for a flower to bloom and fragrance life. I used the greenery of the April branches to welcome the purple and red of May, and the years were full of abundance in my eyes.

Like, the new green of the branches in March; Like, listen to the poetry of lotus in summer; Like, the quiet beauty of autumn sunset leaves; Like, the purity of the winter sunset snow, like, with a no-makeup attitude, in the ferry of the flowing year, sitting by the stream, with free and easy, laughing at the ebb and flow of the tide, in the familiar piece, salvaging the beauty of the past, in the oasis of the soul, pouring the sun, so that all the disturbances in the fireworks, light with the wind, with a clear heart, keep a clear joy, look at the time, hold the warmth that follows all the way, pour the heart of the text, in the corner of the years, write the most beautiful red dust.

Walking in the world, there will always be a lot of helplessness, I like whimsical words, but I always write decent texts; I like the freshness of sunshine and rain and dew, but I have to face the attack of wind and frost; I like quiet paths, but I always walk through the traffic; likes to be free and easy, but always writes the past as an unforgettable; I like to be a plain woman, but I have to lower my eyebrows and dye the dust, the red dust is noisy, and there are thousands of ways, and I finally bloomed into a small flower in this complicated fireworks world.

I hide my heart in a flower, with the freshness of rain and dew, the moistness of the sun, will be open-minded, quiet, elegant, and your shadow, all into it, along the way, stop and go, do not say goodbye to the spring breeze, do not compete with the flowers, let the sound of flowers bloom, accompanied by a tranquil mood, warm every day; All the thoughts will be stretched under the blue sky and white clouds, and the beauty will be engraved with simple freehand. Looking back, a smile, an encounter, and a memory are all like a pool of spring water, flowing and fragrant. Life is a journey, the heart, is the lead, have seen the alternation of wind and moon, appreciate the flavor of things, the story of the heart, who do you want to say with the listen?

In life, you always have to walk different roads, see different scenery, meet a small flower, or meet a butterfly unexpectedly, all are fate, sometimes, possession is also loss, the beginning is also an end. The past is like smoke, how much is remembered in the distance, and how much warmth is born, the remnants of the old year are still there, this year the new flowers are blooming again, and the years are gradually aging in the reincarnation; The state of mind is growing Qingning in the tossing and turning.

The wind blows through Qianmo, those notes that are not reserved, will always inadvertently touch the sentimental heart, in the thin stamens, give birth to fragrance and touching, in the depths of the clouds, who weaves the brocade with sincerity? The warmth of the heart, lightening the footsteps of time, weaving a little romance of wind and snow, carrying the tranquility of a cloth clothes, will be those criss-crossing life veins, Yingying in the hand, so that the warmth of the soul is deeply planted, and the scenery of a lifetime is written into gentle poems, light, without makeup, and calmly walked.

Like Zen words, with wisdom, coolness, and a quiet, is a kind of epiphany, so that you learn not to be surprised in the bustling, not to disturb in the hustle and bustle, not to be cold in the lonely place, not to be confused in the colorful, so that the soul can get comfortable, just like the new green in the purple and red, and the cool in the summer sun, let us have more calm and understanding on the road of life.

Zen in life is everywhere, walk into nature, listen to the mountain breeze, smell the fragrance of flowers, smell the fragrance of the soil in the air, see the flowers and trees, thriving in the sun, all things, just calm in simplicity. The best state of life comes from simplicity and authenticity, and things that are not deliberately carved are the most beautiful, and the growth that conforms to nature is verdant.

Silence is a clear spring flowing in time, a feeling from the depths of the soul, it is the tranquility after the glitz fades, and it is also the clarity after the hustle and bustle of the red dust. In the quiet time, you can root your heart in the words, taste your favorite books, express your affectionate feelings, leave a warmth between the lines, and feel the comfort of books and flowers; You can also put your heart in the music and feel the graceful and clear charm that music brings us, so that the soul can be soothed.

Silence is the artistic conception and emotion of leaving the residual lotus to listen to the sound of rain; It is a winding path leading to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep in flowers and trees; It's the coolness that goes straight to the heart. At this time, the flowers are silent, the flowing water is silent, those bright or sad thoughts, in the ticking sound of the passing years, only the mirror of the heart is concise, on the plain white paper of the years, the light fragrance is outlined, and the purity is painted.

Zen is like a flower, when it blooms in the heart, it suddenly opens up; If you drive on the road, the peak will turn around; In the passing year, the eyes are full of abundance. I always believe that there will always be such a person who will never abandon me in a porridge and a meal, warm each other in the wind, frost, snow and rain, and accompany each other in the years; There will always be such a landscape, which will be enchanting for me, there will always be a road that will give me breadth and beauty, and there will always be a story written by me and written into the most beautiful life.

I am in the red dust, according to the tranquility of a lotus, planting words into the shade, quiet and happy, but also the breeze between the eyebrows, but also the fireworks in the world, embracing with the sun, saying Zen with the time, the years, it is full of fragrant warmth in my eyes.

I don't know if you still remember the world of martial arts? Blood and rain, children are long, and pride is soaring!