Wind stops at Autumn Water, I stop at you

[Introduction] you said that you like sunshine, sea and flower fragrance. You appreciate the words flowing with faint fragrance in green hills and clear waters. You appreciate the sweetness of love planted in cuckoo’s singing. You yearn for dandelion blooming, the look of infatuation when the grass opens its sleepy eyes.

I often sit alone and think hard: who am I and who am I? Thoughts are like wind, coming from all directions, starting from Springtide and ending in Autumn Water. The wind touched my breath and stirred my heart. I started from the germination of seeds, the blooming of flowers, the swinging of fruits, the flying of flags, the swing dance of skirts, in the flowing of long hair, the feeling of catching the wind is true. The memory is like the wind, blowing the heart. Who is the soulful eye that falls on the eagle wings? Emit tenderness in the moonlight, who is that sincere smile? I walked forward against the wind, through the ancient dusk and dawn, through the past and this life, and finally arrived at the Happy Forest. The wind said to me, in the previous life, there was a reed I AM, guarding the soil on the bank of the river alone, making the most fragile sound in nature, while life was weak but flying. The delicate petals are my smile. There is a clear height and a loneliness. I am swaying with a simple and light figure and singing a happy song. The wind told me that in this life, I am a crystal raindrop falling in the sound of cloud brewing, and the ice crystal lived in the arms of lotus leaves. I kissed the petals of the Lotus drop by drop, bright and depressed, moist and dry sadness, reflecting the sky light of water shadow, making the Lotus fragrant and strong. Immersed in the charm of Lotus, I always feel like a distant world, which makes me unable to walk out of the artistic conception of dream. Everything is as if. Parasitic in the vast earth, in the silent night, I found a pulse of coolness, resulting in an indifferent Galaxy, putting my heart and love into it, opening it into a lotus, tingtingyu. When the wind blows, silk, wisps, soft atrium. Shake off the dust in my heart, pick up the fragrance of a flap of Lotus, and the love of treasure in my heart is as long as the fragrance. Go to Jiangnan again. Burning incense under the Bodhi tree, silent tears mottled into amber. The glittering memory, illuminated by the sunshine, is colorful into the colorful coral island, transformed into the smoky rain of a river in the south of the Yangtze River, telling the legend of that year the month to the wind. The lotus flower of Buddha front is full of prosperity, with attractive smiles and clouds. The round skirt spit out a faint fragrance, and the fresh wind blows, dripping with shy love words. The heart lamp that belongs to oneself, like a lighthouse, a look back, a trace of beautiful memories flashed out, so the eyes began to be blurred and warm, even breathing seems to have a simple fragrance, condensed into that long and long rain Lane. Return to the desert. On clouds, the brightness of the red willows of the desert was dyed, and the morning glow urged the glory of the long river. The silent long wind shook off the smoke and dust, leaving the trance time in the dream of the long river. Is the figure of the blue shirt and elegant Geniss Li Bai or Wang Wei? Walking on a frontier fortress, who is it, picking up the time of the Ming and Ming extinction all the way? Open desert, surging river, Red Sun falling, New Moon Rising. The moon is like a hook, half is separation, half is combination. On the other side of the night, I looked at the moon in a round. My exquisite heart merged with the moon, and I stood tall and straight in the same direction. The blue color hanging on the crescent moon boat rippled in the endless heart and was in the water. Tell galaxy that I will release myself on your track and welcome the sunrise. Original prose http://sanwenzx.com I think that the passionate person is always the one who looks at the moon. What is hard to give up is always those endless memories. You are my lark Nightingale, my sorrow and joy. The sonnet you wrote for me is like bronning lifting up the love falling in the dust. I am willing to turn into a wisp of dust, with you wandering in this life. You are a handsome boy in my eyes, Guiyi fishing song. You are the Prince Charming in my heart, picking Lan and collecting Zhi. You said that you like sunshine, sea and flowers. You appreciate the words flowing with delicate fragrance in green hills and clear waters. You appreciate the sweetness of love planted in cuckoo’s singing. You yearn for dandelion blooming, the look of infatuation when the grass opens its sleepy eyes. You are always the warmest support when I am fragile, and always let me see that piece of dazzling starlight when I am saddest. Your sunny smile captured my heart easily. Your warmth seems to be the five-pointed maple in my hand, which will not wither in the long river of time. The fine lines seem to be the glaze and colours of Love carved by time. The circulation of Tang Feng passed through thousands of years, leaving tales of Eternia. Who will fall into the dream of those who travel across the desert and stand on the lonely smoke and watch the scenery? Blue sky, white clouds, yellow sand, red willow, whose poetry & photography is integrated? Pure affection is the eyes of the cloud, which gives me beauty, clarity and light. Through the wind and rain, through the desert, let me sit under the Bodhi tree with you, splash ink mountains and rivers, and draw clouds. A hand depicting clouds is an expression of love. I am at the seaside, love is a light boat. When I go to the desert, love is a lake. Love is a beautiful cloud, love is a trickle of spring, love is a rose in the rain, love is a soft yarn in a dream. Love is Sunflower, growing in my heart. Smile, sunshine. Come back, calm down. Many years later, if dandelion is not old, then laugh heartily. How many years later, if the Sunflower has not died, then miss it heartily. Many years later, I will live a simple and stable life like a mountain with the swallow engraved with happy scriptures on my wings and the sleeve of my dream. Many years later, my memories were full of sad happiness. Is the dew of ICE CLEAR on Hu Yang Xue er’s tears? Looking forward to the scene that plum blossoms were full of joy, snow and water, and the long river of desert added a touch of warmth. Prosperity is like a dream, and time is like wind. How many times are the lights and flowers unable to sleep, missing the flowers and the full moon. Tie the pale language to the clouds, sprinkle the withered poems on the green mountains, let the water be idle and the flowers be frequent, let the vigorous River flow be gentle, let the desolate desert warm, let the thin dry Jiangnan plump.. Darkstory words, familiar past time, happy memories, counting the fragrance of the past, little by little, little by little, filled the heart. Safe as snow, gentle as butterflies, clouds like smoke, Moon White as Juan. Sit and watch the cloud, the upper floor of the moon. Through the ups and downs, we have experienced the end of the Earth and the end of the world. When the bright moon is on the head, the stars are still in your most memorable day, I carry the fragrance of flowers in the wind, twisting the pillar of Heart light in the sky, fragrant for you, bright for you this year’s cold winter is waiting for you far away to come to a spiritual date. Those eagles that spread their wings and fly, those delicate and tough long bows, those graceful and brilliant Kweichow Moutai, those waves of poems, and my yearning and thoughts, get together in front of me, achieve a feast of beauty. When the spring flowers are blooming, I will release the dream pigeon in my heart and embrace the happy time.

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