I love the prosperity of edible oil in the prosperous times and the gorgeous and romantic Chang' an that year; I also love the white walls of ancient villages, and I love wearing jasmine in the shade of flowers.
Buddha said: Seeing mountains is mountains, and seeing water is water; Seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water; See mountains or mountains, see water or water.
I like to warm a pot of light wine to calm my eyes on the day when plain snow wears through the court, and look at snowflakes leisurely in the moonlight dusk.
Take off the rush, temporarily leave the fleeting time, forget the lonely thoughts in the world of mortals, leave the sorrow without complaining, fold a cold plum in the cold shadow and send an old friend.
Whose peach blossoms burn in the season; Who is looking back, pouring out half-life glitz; Whose waiting is ancient and prosperous; Whose turn is it to end the world;
Time flies with promises, and time flies. Walking in the landscape of a thousand years, whose fragrance has been knocked over?
Life is like lotus compassion, and life is like the wind. I accept all unexpected encounters frankly, and I have no resentment or fear when I encounter adversity. I also take it lightly when I meet prosperity. I am neither arrogant nor impetuous, and I am flashy.
Time flies, whether it is lonely as plum, quiet as orchid, or ordinary wildflowers on the roadside, they will eventually disappear in the sunset of the stream and be scattered in the mountains and rivers of the years.
One place is red, full of joys and sorrows; A tree blooms, making it flashy. The clouds are water-cooled, the snow is beautiful, indifferent and pure, just like the time that comes and goes.
Baiyun is far away and close to me, and time is charming all the way. A stranger in the world of mortals, or a reward from brew tea, a unique taste and elegance, or a porridge, fireworks and happiness.
Once beautiful, never let down, flowers bloom, the wind is light and the clouds are light.
There is nothing, so there is no dust.
Seeing mountains is mountains and water is water, which is a kind of initial heart; Looking at mountains or mountains, water or water is a realm, but the vicissitudes of time are not sophisticated, and the precipitation of time is transparent.
Life journey, scenery journey, muddy journey.
A story of rain soaking the years, freezing the memory of time architecture and poetically expressing the scenery in my heart.
After reading for a long time, I sketched out half a happy lamp and poured a cup of recalled tea. The past lingered in the cup, and the lingering fragrance of tea refers to the melancholy flowing between.
Love or not, will eventually leave. On the road of life, those who pass by your life cherish every encounter and maybe wave goodbye at the next intersection.
All stories will eventually turn yellow in the plain notes of the years, and only the taste of time will be engraved in my heart.
In the light-colored fleeting time, in the silent weeds, learn to let go and learn compassion. When my hair is dyed white by the years, I suddenly look back. If I still feel warm, it is the beauty given by time.
How many bumps there are on a road, how many joys and sorrows a heart can hold, how many farewells a love can bear, how many cycles a story can perform, and how many times it can hold in a period of time, the journey of life will always be divided and combined.
Life, stumbling, time, ups and downs. How much desolation can be written by turning around; Looking back, how many fleeting years you can spend.
When you are quiet, there is always a distance waiting for you; When you are helpless, there is always a warm current hovering at your fingertips. Snuggling in time, hugging lightly in happiness, smiling in peace, and knowing each other quietly in years are the deepest feelings in the world of mortals.
Every ferry can dock or ferry; Every fleeting time, there are storms and warmth.
Half the city is misty and rainy, and half the city falls, hiding the vicissitudes in the bottom of my heart; Bury the past in rivers and mountains.
From then on, no longer ask, water is ruthless, or flowers are unintentional, no longer persistent search, their beautiful scenery, with her in the horizon.
No more lovesickness, no more loneliness; If you stop hesitating, you won't be disappointed.
Say goodbye to the past, leaving only a simple heart hidden in the depths of the streamer. The love and hate I once suffered should be regarded as a broken old song and forgotten by each other.
If you have a dream, dream of a few prosperous fireworks; Life is like a play, repeating the joys and sorrows of a thousand years.
Don't regret the fading of the years, it is the watering of our family; Don't hate the fleeting time, because we come and go in a hurry.
A player enters a painting in his life; Dancers enter the music and are displaced all their lives.
On the world of mortals, how many people met in an unforgettable moment; How many people, in the light of clouds and wind, left in a hurry.
Will it be like the past, when a pot of green tea is boiled, the tea leaves roll and float, and the tea fragrance is full of joys and sorrows, and the thick tea soup is intertwined with the deep and shallow flavors of the world?