It was raining in the morning, and I didn't want to give up the rare leisure on the weekend, so I took an umbrella and went to the scenic spot. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The rain is not heavy, the wind is very tight, and there is an indescribable tranquility in my heart as I walk alone on the wet road. There was no purpose in walking, I was going to go to the Yellow River for a walk, but I answered a phone call and turned into the Friendship Pavilion halfway. There is no one in the pavilion, but there is another interest in enjoying the rain in early summer.

The rain hit the leaves, making a rustling sound, which sounded better than any music, and gradually indulged in the rain. A tree, I don't know the name, the tree is full of fine yellow flowers, after the rain and wind, the ground is full of flowers, and a sparse layer is spread. Pick up the mobile phone and "click", and the beauty of the moment will be fixed into eternity.

The rain washed everything cleanly, and the flowers bloomed brightly, and the leaves and petals were full of raindrops, which was very cute to look at. My friend chatted about the helplessness of life in WeChat, and after listening very carefully, I took a picture of a pomegranate flower in the rain and sent it over and said: "Look at this flower, with tears in my heart, it is still laughing." After that, Su Shi's poem came to my mind: "The taste of the world is pure joy".

Why is Qinghuan happy? Some explanations are that it is elegant and comfortable. I don't think I've finished talking. Those who are "pure" are pure, pure, simple, clear, innocent, and high. I believe that "Qinghuan" is a supreme spiritual realm of human nature. Qing Huan, refusing to be enthusiastic, wanting to live and die, the mentality shows that you lack a kind of indifference; Qing Huan, rejecting arrogance, and being alone in the state of mind shows that you have a little more indifference; Qing Huan is even more disgusted with the pretentious, disease-free moaning performance proves that you are a turbid person.

Qinghuan does not necessarily have to stay away from the city, hide in the mountains and forests, and refuse to eat the fireworks in the world, but must face the social situation and the hustle and bustle of the world, and be able to penetrate the root cause and keep the heart. Don't look down on others when you're proud, and don't look down on yourself when you're frustrated. Qinghuan does not necessarily have poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but must have a clear heart and not lose his authenticity. In a prosperous place, the heart is in the bright moon. Qinghuan is not an ethereal state of mind, in addition to heaven and earth in this world, it is easiest for the heart to reach the ethereal realm. "Sleep ruthlessly for a long time, and watch children catch willow flowers" is a kind of joy, "pampering and humiliation, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court;

A person's life, to go through a lot of ups and downs and ditches, the heart will often be invaded by lust and unwillingness, by the impermanence of confusion and regret, at this time we need a strength, a kind of warmth from the heart, to dispel the haze, to melt the ice, at this moment, the realm of the soul determines the time for us to get rid of the shackles. Qinghuan can allow us to savor our own life trajectory with the mentality of a bystander. Like this gentle drizzle, it washes our souls, brushes away the irritability of our hearts, and restores the tranquility of our hearts.

Qinghuan comes from the refinement of life. You can immerse yourself in the world of walking, painting, music, reading, or raising flowers, feeding fish, listening to operas, drinking tea, as long as you let yourself devote yourself to it, I think you can get peace of mind and calm. Where is there no joy in the world?

Qinghuan, need to be discovered. Flowers have the wonder of flowers, and leaves have the fragrance of leaves. A smile is the epitome of life's grinding, and a moving is a reflection of countless mental journeys. Qinghuan, need to find. Knowing how to cherish and understand life is not without confusion, nor will it be smooth sailing, it still needs to be pursued, it still needs to be paid, and there will still be unexpected setbacks on the road of life. But as long as you cross a threshold, your state of mind can be raised to a higher level. As long as you get through an adversity, your mind will be stronger. There is the sea in the heart, why not be afraid of the stormy waves, and the sun and moon in the heart, and the footprints are not twisted.

Qinghuan is a kind of cultivation. Only by cultivating one's mind can one reach this height. Tao Yuanming's "heart is far away from itself" sang out the joy of a pastoral hermit; Wang Wei "The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream." Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells" raised Qinghuan to the height of poetry history of worrying about the country and the people. Su Shi can give the unswerving love of life and death to the realm of "this heart is my hometown". If you advance, you will be honest and self-disciplined, and you will be content and happy; if you retreat, you will not forget to worry about the country and enjoy with the people. It seems that Qinghuan is not as difficult to touch as we think.

Every detail of life is worth savoring. As long as you have a pair of discerning eyes, life is full of beautiful scenery, as long as you have a pure heart, there is always beauty around you. Look at the rain curtain in front of you, this rain lingers, this flower is like a complaint, is it in a song of nature? As long as you taste it carefully, you will definitely be able to taste the taste of joy from it.

Stepping on the warm light of the season, I chased the flutter of butterfly wings in a text. The wind is blowing, the clouds are clear, the rain is rising, and the perilla is swaying. Listen to the crisp singing of the vines, the notes falling, shaking the fragrance of the flowers. So, I quietly stored the beauty in the fragrance of a flower. A piece of time slipped, the fingertips touched lightly, there were ripples of happiness, and the heart was dizzy in circles.

The flower language of May is the quiet and whispering warmth, dipped in a spring color of the plain and pure into the brocade. When I looked up, I saw that the dew-stained heart flickered on the branches and leaves, so I walked through the pen and ink according to the color of a certain emotion. Hook a touch of peach, take a wisp of fragrant fragrance, and carefully put the hoarded joys and sorrows in place one by one.

Come to think of it, all the walks in this world are not to be lonely travelers, but to meet, to meet, to cherish the beauty that is soft and inclusive by the years. Just like the day I saw a sentence in my friend's space: "I never missed it", only these four words made me immersed for a long time and couldn't extricate myself. Yes, I have never missed it, those loves, those warmth, those in the long flowing years, from the clear and soft of seeing and not knowing each other, and never missing the soul and tacit understanding with tens of millions of people.

Often, I like to look up at the blue sky, such a blue, vast, inclusive, seems to wash away all the hustle and bustle of the world. You see, the tenderness of the clouds in the sky is a graceful and gentle condensation in time, as if it has been described countless times.

So, my heart is soft, and I am soft and grateful for those encounters, those who are always in my heart, and those agarwood stored in my memory. It turns out that sometimes it's beautiful, it's so simple!

Liuyun gently rolled up the sleeves of the wind, I smeared a lot of purple lavender with a paintbrush, combined with three or two wisps of fragrance, with four or five meters of sunshine, bowed a handful of falling spring rain, and brewed a glass of refreshing wine. If you are also there, you will be invited to sit in a corner in front of the window, and let the time overlap into a silent landscape, a comfort, which is the slight beauty of An Ruolian's life. It was raining in the morning, and I didn't want to give up the rare leisure on the weekend, so I took an umbrella and went to the scenic spot. The rain was not heavy, the wind was tight, and there was an indescribable tranquility in my heart as I walked on the wet road. There was no purpose in walking, I was going to go to the Yellow River for a walk, but I answered a phone call and turned into the Friendship Pavilion halfway. There is no one in the pavilion, but there is another interest in enjoying the rain in early summer.

The rain hit the leaves, making a rustling sound, which sounded better than any music, and gradually indulged in the rain. A tree, I don't know the name, the tree is full of fine yellow flowers, after the rain and wind, the ground is full of flowers, and a sparse layer is spread. Pick up the mobile phone and "click", and the beauty of the moment will be fixed into eternity.

The rain washed everything cleanly, and the flowers bloomed brightly, and the leaves and petals were full of raindrops, which was very cute to look at. My friend chatted about the helplessness of life in WeChat, and after listening very carefully, I took a picture of a pomegranate flower in the rain and sent it over and said: "Look at this flower, with tears in my heart, it is still laughing." After that, Su Shi's poem came to my mind: "The taste of the world is pure joy".

Why is Qinghuan happy? Some explanations are that it is elegant and comfortable. I don't think I've finished talking. Those who are "pure" are pure, pure, simple, clear, innocent, and high. I believe that "Qinghuan" is a supreme spiritual realm of human nature. Qing Huan, refusing to be enthusiastic, wanting to live and die, the mentality shows that you lack a kind of indifference; Qing Huan, rejecting arrogance, and being alone in the state of mind shows that you have a little more indifference; Qing Huan is even more disgusted with the pretentious, disease-free moaning performance proves that you are a turbid person.

Qinghuan does not necessarily have to stay away from the city, hide in the mountains and forests, and refuse to eat the fireworks in the world, but must face the social situation and the hustle and bustle of the world, and be able to penetrate the root cause and keep the heart. Don't look down on others when you're proud, and don't look down on yourself when you're frustrated. Qinghuan does not necessarily have poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but must have a clear heart and not lose his authenticity. In a prosperous place, the heart is in the bright moon. Qinghuan is not an ethereal state of mind, in addition to heaven and earth in this world, it is easiest for the heart to reach the ethereal realm. "Sleep ruthlessly for a long time, and watch children catch willow flowers" is a kind of joy, "pampering and humiliation, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court;

A person's life, to go through a lot of ups and downs and ditches, the heart will often be invaded by lust and unwillingness, by the impermanence of confusion and regret, at this time we need a strength, a kind of warmth from the heart, to dispel the haze, to melt the ice, at this moment, the realm of the soul determines the time for us to get rid of the shackles. Qinghuan can allow us to savor our own life trajectory with the mentality of a bystander. Like this gentle drizzle, it washes our souls, brushes away the irritability of our hearts, and restores the tranquility of our hearts.

Qinghuan comes from the refinement of life. You can immerse yourself in the world of walking, painting, music, reading, or raising flowers, feeding fish, listening to operas, drinking tea, as long as you let yourself devote yourself to it, I think you can get peace of mind and calm. Where is there no joy in the world?

Qinghuan, need to be discovered. Flowers have the wonder of flowers, and leaves have the fragrance of leaves. A smile is the epitome of life's grinding, and a moving is a reflection of countless mental journeys. Qinghuan, need to find. Knowing how to cherish and understand life is not without confusion, nor will it be smooth sailing, it still needs to be pursued, it still needs to be paid, and there will still be unexpected setbacks on the road of life. But as long as you cross a threshold, your state of mind can be raised to a higher level. As long as you get through an adversity, your mind will be stronger. There is the sea in the heart, why not be afraid of the stormy waves, and the sun and moon in the heart, and the footprints are not twisted.

Qinghuan is a kind of cultivation. Only by cultivating one's mind can one reach this height. Tao Yuanming's "heart is far away from itself" sang out the joy of a pastoral hermit; Wang Wei "The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream." Du Fu's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells" raised Qinghuan to the height of poetry history of worrying about the country and the people. Su Shi can give the unswerving love of life and death to the realm of "this heart is my hometown". If you advance, you will be honest and self-disciplined, and you will be content and happy; if you retreat, you will not forget to worry about the country and enjoy with the people. It seems that Qinghuan is not as difficult to touch as we think.

Every detail of life is worth savoring. As long as you have a pair of discerning eyes, life is full of beautiful scenery, as long as you have a pure heart, there is always beauty around you. Look at the rain curtain in front of you, this rain lingers, this flower is like a complaint, is it in a song of nature? As long as you taste it carefully, you will definitely be able to taste the taste of joy from it.

Stepping on the warm light of the season, I chased the flutter of butterfly wings in a text. The wind is blowing, the clouds are clear, the rain is rising, and the perilla is swaying. Listen to the crisp singing of the vines, the notes falling, shaking the fragrance of the flowers. So, I quietly stored the beauty in the fragrance of a flower. A piece of time slipped, the fingertips touched lightly, there were ripples of happiness, and the heart was dizzy in circles.

The flower language of May is the quiet and whispering warmth, dipped in a spring color of the plain and pure into the brocade. When I looked up, I saw that the dew-stained heart flickered on the branches and leaves, so I walked through the pen and ink according to the color of a certain emotion. Hook a touch of peach, take a wisp of fragrant fragrance, and carefully put the hoarded joys and sorrows in place one by one.

Come to think of it, all the walks in this world are not to be lonely travelers, but to meet, to meet, to cherish the beauty that is soft and inclusive by the years. Just like the day I saw a sentence in my friend's space: "I never missed it", only these four words made me immersed for a long time and couldn't extricate myself. Yes, I have never missed it, those loves, those warmth, those in the long flowing years, from the clear and soft of seeing and not knowing each other, and never missing the soul and tacit understanding with tens of millions of people.

Often, I like to look up at the blue sky, such a blue, vast, inclusive, seems to wash away all the hustle and bustle of the world. You see, the tenderness of the clouds in the sky is a graceful and gentle condensation in time, as if it has been described countless times.

So, my heart is soft, and I am soft and grateful for those encounters, those who are always in my heart, and those agarwood stored in my memory. It turns out that sometimes it's beautiful, it's so simple!

Liuyun gently rolled up the sleeves of the wind, I smeared a lot of purple lavender with a paintbrush, combined with three or two wisps of fragrance, with four or five meters of sunshine, bowed a handful of falling spring rain, and brewed a glass of refreshing wine. If you are also there, you will be invited to sit in a corner in front of the window, and let the time overlap into a silent landscape, a comfort, which is the slight beauty of An Ruolian's life.