Under the sun, the warmth dispelled a curtain of frost. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIf meeting is a promise made in a previous life, then I would like to bloom all the enchantments in the sun, just to walk with each other for a gentle time. Standing in the colorful of the passing year, Ren Huaxiang kissed his eyes, and at that moment, the warmth overflowed the heart.

In the distance, there is a distant flute sound through the curtain of the wind, quiet and quiet, and a damp smile for a season. Falling flowers are full of curtains, sitting quietly among the water and clouds, listening to you whisper: It turns out that you are also here. It is a touch of ink-dyed love in the prosperous years, clear and long.

Fireworks, passing years, red dust, shallow encounters, deep in the heart...

In the City of Time, we are all using our own way, quietly waiting for those encounters, quietly warming those encounters, and warming a pure white attachment with knowing how to be sweet.

A wisp of flower soul, red dust is graceful, thinking of Miao, and you are watching each other across the shore in the long years. With its obsession, with its attachment, carved into the heart, circle a place of eternal desolation. The years have passed, the years are gone, it is said that a round of Qu Yue writing books is not young, with no regrets, for a song of light laughter and tears, for the time to be quiet, help me half a thought--------!

The corridor of the year, May, the shadow of butterflies. It is the season of flowers, fragrant, bright and beautiful, take a tidbit, a gentle journey full of fragrant clothes, embellish a clear sentence, a happy note, soaked in a love. Waiting for the temperature in the drifting, waiting for the flowers. For you to tie the knot for a lifetime of concentricity, if it is possible, I would like to sit in the wind, "to the flower as a painting, the flower as a poem", the gold powder is like a quiet orchid, and the body is also quiet. The flower dyeing incense into the poem, the light text on the printed incense note, not for the have, not for the inscription, is willing to be in that journey to the meaning of the mountain, warm with words, accompanied by the text, compose a song of lovesickness.

Tonight, the light smoke and haze, the night is dark, quiet and can hear the sound of a pen, I take the temperature of the end, focus on the closest to your heart. There are cherry blossoms in the garden, there are also maple leaves dyed lingering, there are wind flowers and snow moon joy, there is also the spring Zen heart grace, there are years as good as the beginning, there are also weeping reunion. It is common to be moved by the feelings of its heart, is the beauty of time, its years add fragrance to you, or spend time with me, with a season of flowers blooming, soaked in happiness, carrying the mist under the eyes, a painting of the fragrance of the fingertips, for you to weave a dream of love.

The world is vast and has a small life, or only in the dream is still colorful, or only in the dripping of not rejecting the light, or only in the dark of not cutting the slightest wisp of love. Acacia gushes into a spring, with the language of cotton, the moist of love into a beautiful butterfly, more than 10,000 waters, thousands of mountains, looking at the world of the king, painting a picture of picking. Long love with Jun Chenxi, a ghostly dream. Pick a graceful hand, twist a lotus in the ink fragrance Shu, listen to the Sanskrit sound to rhyme with Zen incense, Zhang slow, a word and a que, pious in the text. If it is said, the scenery of life is like the text, and the text on the paper and the gentle sentences under the pen will be the face and joy of the full year. If every paragraph is known by its text, the beauty will be returned.

When the years grind the rhyme of the Song words over and over again, the words scattered in the middle of the day are picked up, planted deep on the stone road of the slab of your step, between the flowers, the neon clothes are fluttering lightly, and the flowers are all over the ground, and the shadow of the past is caressed, I hope that the king of the distance will no longer be lonely, and the king of the end of the world will not be far away. The rain has stopped, the flowers have bloomed, it is already a faint fragrance, and there is that idle atmosphere. At the place where the flower surrounds the threshold, the soil is cut by hand, the flower embryo is buried in the soil, and a piece of his own plain heart is settled in the elegant day. When the flowers bloom, the fragrance fills the garden, and when the red returns to the soil, it is light and elegant.

It was another lonely sleepless night, full of cold moonlight. Looking at the stars, the moonlight floats on the ground and falls on the window, such as the clear water, quiet beauty, stretching, a song of grace around the night, the husband is fragmented in the words between the lines of incense, spreading the heart, with its softness in the peace, its shallow language in the painting flow, the love of you in the Zen rhyme fragrance lightly hidden. All lightly bitter, but also warm. Memories have gradually thinned down the years, full of plain notes, flying in the silent sky like a kite, and still can't fall into place. In order to add a few wounds, once upon a time, the heart was full of beauty, and the sadness of being drunk and hating.

Qianmo Hongchen Painting Workshop, the wind pulls the red shift. Gather a fragrance of flowers, take a body of acacia to step on the boat, sit between the mountains and rivers, will have a graceful heart, settle in the Han Mo Xin, warm the soul of the contract, cherish a regretless fate. When the flowers bloom without thanks, the years are cool again, a line of clear text, the red sleeves add fragrance, weave a dream between the sunshine and flowers, make a sitting to the warmth, with the feeling of smoothness, to the deep scene of the heart, wake up a quiet heart, carve two lingering. Moon dancing cloud sleeves, in this life, I wish you to simmer, feel the temperature of the spirit of the rhino, and go hand in hand to a fate in this world.

The spring flowers of a season are blooming, the mountains and rivers, the blue waves are rippling, the bird's wing fan is beautiful, shuttling on the red dust, and the thick clouds are flying. For a while, the flowers are a square of water, and the half moon is open to paint Danqing, who caresses me with green silk? Who gazes affectionately at me? Draw a circle with the light of the bright moon, and the book is full. With the plain text into a petal containing the incense pavilion, with the fragrance of the division, then fragrant in your dream, slowly, continuously, gentle every colorful night like water. Tonight, I hide the book in the moonlight, lest I touch it lightly on the ground; tonight, I put you in my heart, I am afraid that I will not be able to find you when I look back; tonight, I use your book in the text, so that it can be obtained, and you will always depend on it, and the heart is shallow and dyed with ink.

Some people say: "Life is like chess, one wrong step is one wrong step", but I think this metaphor is too decisive and somewhat alarmist. The journey of life is wide and wide, and the end of the world is far away, and we are always easy to get lost, so that we make wrong choices, but no matter what kind of mistakes, as long as we have the courage to bear and correct, it is not too bad. Buddhism has clouds: the sea of bitterness is boundless, and the shore is turned back. "No matter how far we go or how wrong we are, as long as we are willing to turn back, there will always be a better way out.

Moreover, making mistakes is indispensable for a long life, and people need to make mistakes in life, because they have made mistakes, they will introspect, wake up, and realize themselves, so that they can better treat life well. Don't doubt your own ability because of a momentary mistake, and don't deny other people's lives because of a momentary mistake, people live a lifetime, not because of a mistake can be changed. Don't be easily discouraged and compromised, because all the mistakes of today are indispensable tests in life, and they are also for that more wonderful tomorrow. It's not something that can be changed because of a single mistake. Don't be easily discouraged and compromised, because all the mistakes of today are indispensable tests in life, and they are also for that more wonderful tomorrow.