Before, I did not know the place to push the window, pitching is such a landscape. The young leaves, the brocade cage, the tether bridge, the blue sky of clouds, all led me to look, and all things had the taste of kindness, calm and unruffled.
Early in the morning, half asleep, still can hear the rain, never thought that the next day was the sun will wake me up. Standing at the window for a long time, moved by the gift of the general dew. It is becoming clear that beauty is predictable, unpredictable, these little earthly surprises.
Think of a gap between many years, when I do not know how to live well, also can not deceive yourself is good everywhere. Reading and writing, all kinds of actions not worry, mind fine sensitive subtle, as if the central lake to find shore, according to the island lingering, gradually moved with the wind, a swimming crossing.
All swim, have to go out, just know the world is their own line.
Familiar with the land, different environment, deliberately selected isolated few people of the town, do not hurry not far to walk, street end lane mouth repeatedly recognize, the shade on the flagstone and temperature also dye hair skin.
In the afternoon, there were three bushes and two cups of tea in a small courtyard. If time painting, side turn around, light fell in the skirt corner.
Until the spring, I am afraid the goose yellow willow green, window side is full of you.
I have always believed that this piece of lake and mountain is the most sincere narration of nature.
Swing boat, in the water light line, mountain birds also quiet, the remaining wind winding oar, stimulate shear constant acacia. Finally dawn, meet hate the feeling of late, that leaf heart love trickling in the bone, unexpectedly give birth to greed. Water light is gentle, want to write moving love letter: I love, is intertwined with the green roxana ray you, in the increasingly thin wind is willing to turn into evening mist to embrace. You are not a basket, but a basket of dripping water, with a fragrance, wade in the far clothes and bloom.
Travel mountains and rivers, spend time and energy, this life to go for a long time, to reach the heart of the most desired scenery. < / p > < p > on flow for the staff, wan jia star by, the mind down on the way. This gentle survival is like the nourishment of life, and it flourishes and thrives and endures.
I used to think that everything is complicated, there is a break, finally understand that the world may not be used to insight. Those square rules inside the correct written words, described the picture, sometimes even than not a doodle, a random achievement of the United States. All the existence in this world has a sentimental magic.
Yes, just like a few prunes sprouting on a branch in a dry picture. It is not idle clouds wild crane, free in the air. It only follow their own should follow the way, ling ling their own should ling cold, not sad nor complacent, the words are about to stop in the mouth will be opened at the moment. Many things are unnecessary to say.
That day, I know the mountains and rivers long what kind of emotional and stay together, the rest of my life is long, I also write things gentle, stretching and people. I hope you can receive it.
Leave an inch for your heart. Province, is little eye, invisible, often contains the best.
Years travel, can be light and simple, has been lucky.
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