Ju a handful of ink fragrance, printing and dyeing familiar fragrance overflows

Ju a handful of ink fragrance, printing and dyeing familiar fragrance overflows

The autumn wind came slowly, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and there were butterflies flying lightly, marking a beautiful color. In the late autumn sky, there was a faint fragrance of chrysanthemum, and the weeping willows in the north were dancing in the autumn wind with a tired and heroic posture. The morning glow decorated the North Country into a poetic palace, and the literati were floating from the distant sky with a magic pen. The whole sky seemed to be a piece of spiritual propaganda full of lines of poetry. If you touch it lightly with your hand, a few beautiful lines of poetry will fall down, and the wet autumn dew will shine on the Willow Bank, the grass beside the road is still so moist and adorable! In the golden autumn and October, the cold wind began to rustle. But I just sit here and fall into permanent memories, shaking down the wind chimes of time? I know this season belongs to harvest, and it is a season to annotate life with sweat to gain joy. I like to walk around the city without fear in the face of the cool autumn wind like now. Raise your head casually, count the green leaves one by one, or taste the noise of flowers and listen to the breeze in the boundless wilderness. Mountains also pleasure, water pleasure! Autumn october, road dust, leaves will outlaw will Yellow. It rained last night and wet all the streets. Moon, hanging night sky. I have been composing my own poems in my own way, but I always feel that there are always some sentences between the lines that can satisfy myself and make others appreciate. So when I was free, I would record those paragraphs that might flash. The yellowish tone of the handwriting just accords with my aesthetic appreciation. I only think that the more old things are, the more sad and beautiful vicissitudes are! The wind is telling, sometimes soaring, sometimes quiet. Irrelevant memories gradually become clear in the deep heart. There are always feelings that wind and rain fill the West Building, as if implying something! Looking up at the sky, there are stars. Recalling these wonderful past, warm and happy. The days I spent with you are both ordinary and romantic. Through the four seasons, passing by the spring, what changes is solar terms, and what remains unchanged is my eternal gaze at you. Along the way, I was delighted and intoxicated. Every day I accompany you, I have left unforgettable memories and a series of unforgettable joyful laughter. The beautiful scenery along the way has been collected in my life, join your heart and become eternal. Looking back, what impressed me most was the virtual network, which shaped the real you and me! In autumn when the wind is high and the air is cool, I am used to the weather full of cold wind in the daytime. The night is bleak, and the intuition clothes are thin. Standing on the street where the wind blew, listening to the low north wind. Silent streets, dim yellow street lamps cannot shine on the high night sky. Walking alone, I heard the car whistling in the distance and felt the wind passing by my ears. I often sit in front of the window and see the outside world. The green forest, the towering rockery, the parked vehicles and the passers-by were even staring at each other without any relaxation. I only felt that there was only blank in my mind at that time, pretending to be happy, hiding it from others, but not from myself. I know that I can continue like this until everything becomes irrelevant to myself! The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard was condensed, and the intoxicating fragrance encouraged the continuous yearning. The autumn wind rustled the petals scattered all over the floor, with various poses and colors, scattering light yellow, the moon was as cold as Frost, the night was as lonely as me, the invisible friendship, the endless words of heart, and how much clear and light the thoughts were like the wind. The natural and unrestrained taste of life is sweet and mellow, and the little things between you and me are arranged into beautiful fairy tales, which are filled with the fragrance of encounter in each other’s life. The vast sea of people, gathering and separating, have a sincere distant view, I look for your fragrance with beautiful expectations! May the breeze carry my wishes until your window, and I sincerely pray that you will always be happy! I often think silently, in the vast sea of people, I met you, you met me; I missed you, who did you pay attention to; Who accompanied me for a while, who do you spend your whole life? Walking along the way, I will meet many people. You may accompany me for a stop, you may just be a passer-by, so there are many commas left in my life, one comma for a period of experience; A relationship is a comma; A period of giving a comma, countless commas waiting, just waiting for the final end! Sitting at the beginning of the cool autumn, the involuntarily surging of thoughts and the lonely night blended the strands of ties into the deep yearning! Click the keys, and quickly look for those moments, like waves aroused by small stones, circle after circle, wave after wave, passing through, light and shallow years. Whether the flowers scattered in the bleak autumn night are still fragrant secretly, waiting for the beauty of meeting and the sadness of parting. I was still chanting the song of Peach Blossom Temple of the master of Peach Blossom Temple when I stepped into middle age, but I still thought how loose I was. Today, I write down these words for you with my deepest truth in my heart. I hope that one day you can understand that you are the most beautiful encounter in the world of mortals! Good things are just some subtle care, and I am grateful. Those flowers and plants in the garden are also swaying the dance of autumn, all because of the wind! Today last year, I met you here. It was only because of your humorous cells that we cherish each other. You and I have the same language. I remember that it was also a sunny day. I was deeply admired by your talent, and I stopped listening because I recited your humorous words, at that time, I was afraid that I would disturb the morning bird at night and break such a quiet and poetic mood. My heart entered the Holy Land, which was an inexplicable excitement and expectation, who designed such words? Let me meet you in the world of mortals. Who designed such a fate? Let me meet you in the ink fragrance. For many days and nights, I was still enjoying myself for that beautiful encounter, and occasionally I felt inexplicable excitement for this late encounter! October and autumn, for me, is the beauty of encounter and the season of harvest friendship. Three years ago, I met him happily. Three years later, I saw him off with tears in my eyes. However, in my hopeless years, fate made you and me have an indissoluble bond. What surprised me was that the day I met you was actually one day. So today is my unforgettable day, and I will always remember it in my heart. Stepping on the Sunshine, let the wind gently stroke my body, kiss my cheek, breathe the sweet air, and fill my heart with the fragrance of this season, may I go to the most affectionate date with this season every year. When the prosperity is gone, I still have the most beautiful memory! I sat quietly in the autumn, opened my heart quietly, let all the days I had experienced walk calmly, and opened all the chapters I didn’t write well frankly. There is also the memory soaked by tears, the promise of the enzyme accumulated in the heart corner, and then arrange the cold sun to make this beautiful season read. Looking through the past memory, I suddenly felt that I didn’t write the place I should write, but the place I shouldn’t write wasted a lot of ink. Maybe life can’t afford this kind of unnecessary consumption? Maybe you really can’t give me another chance to repair the past years? Then I can only treat my future well and dress up everything I face! Every time when the moonlight was in the sky, I would sit by the window quietly, let the night wind touch my face gently, raise my eyes and count the stars of the moon night, and lift my concerns. Looking at your direction, the moment I think of you, my heart is dyed fragrant like chrysanthemum and holy like wind. Often, I will fill my heart with this caring mood! In the quiet night, there was no wind or rain, and a crescent moon outside the window was looking at me in the distance. The dim light, a few messy papers, a cup of fragrant tea and a pen that had accompanied me for many years were enough. Looking at the sky from afar, the night was dark. A few whistles in the dark night could remind me of many dusty past events! The night is very quiet and beautiful. The autumn wind gently blows the flowing clouds, rolling out the wisps of clouds in the night sky, like melancholy wrinkles, full of the sky. The tranquil Moonlight is dyed with sadness; The loneliness of the wind is swaying the lingering in the heart. At such a moment, I am destined to dream. Tap the keyboard to enjoy a lonely life, thinking of your heart shuttling through the moonlight. I opened the window of my heart gently, walked into the Palace of spring slowly with my care for you far away, and quietly flowed through the sky of spring. The wind blows, the fragrance spreads, the flying thoughts are light and fragrant, and the quiet heart unconsciously steps in the direction of finding you. I know, under the distant night sky, there is a pair of warm eyes watching! Some flowers are blooming. Some dreams begin to be full of colors. Stand in the monotonous October chewing life. Familiar gradually becomes strange, and no familiar can be found in unfamiliar. There are you, me and her in the story. After all, you can’t get close to the happiness of life. Let those feelings frozen deep in the soul become the eternal memory of recalling life. Standing in the thin October and watching, I was speechless for a moment, staying quietly on the ground and looking up at the sky. Seeing the thoughts spreading all over the sky, the sigh like the tide, like the ripples of the lake, could not leave away the sadness of loss after all. I saw loneliness gliding in the moonlight, and my long thoughts extended to the distant place of the season! Plain but no wonder, quiet and sound, this is a song about time. Heart, sometimes is redundant. People are sometimes silent. The ebb and flow are wandering and turning to how many lines of poetry and how much sorrow, and the things that cover my eyes are always sad. In fact, I am very happy, because I am surrounded by warm friendship, but I just want to give myself a free sky. There are some things in life, not because you can’t see or feel them, but because you can feel them. Behind the mysterious veil is your soul, so I don’t have the heart to touch it, because I know that you have your own world, about words, just tell the mood at this time, I am not good at making promises, because I respect my promise! Thanks to the network platform for the beautiful encounter. In the golden autumn and October, we are looking forward to the same harvest. Beautiful Encounter, brewing wine, looking forward to it, you and I convey care and greetings. The beautiful encounter, the root of missing, the autumn wind starts, and turns each other’s Heart Lake to crumpled. We share a common pray. Natural communication is performed in the world of mortals. We hope to cherish each other for a long time and write a rich and rich Spring and Autumn period. Every time when you are not here, I wander in the plain light, and you are the untouchable fiber nerve in my hands. Only in such a night, in such a lonely silence, in front of the moonlight on the ground, I enjoyed the indifferent and blurred bloom! The wind gently curses my long hair and flatters my tenderness, pouring my thoughts towards the moon. Gently and quietly in such a quiet night, I opened the window of memory again. The memory and sweetness I once had were still rippling and filling my full heart. Why does life always hide the most beautiful and sweet memory? Memory is a cluster of silent eyes. I am afraid of looking through and trying to close my eyes, but I can’t deceive myself. I am filled with every trace of you and me. The heart will tremble in the care, the love will spread, the tears will be like the water of Clear Spring, the trickle is endless, the tears are telling thousands of words! The night sky is vast and boundless, with a hook on the moon, and a few cold stars are scattered. The cold wind outside the window blew in with the coolness of autumn night. The past of memory deposits in the pen and ink, the former tenderness turns into a sad and beautiful poem, indulges the encounter between you and me in the red dust, and keeps the sentimental self in the long river of missing, supporting a long pole, driving a boat, wandering happily in the long river of turbulent years, the left bank is warm and sweet, and the right bank is sweet. It is hard to separate the affectionate call from the sea! Gathering can not replace the pain of parting, and memory can not bear the sadness in heart. My heart gradually became messy, staring at the Moonlight outside the window and sending a wish from afar. A paper of ink incense writes the story of Dream in October, integrates you into my words, bows a handful of ink incense, and prints the fragrance that you and I have known 2012.10.11 full of praise (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) spring elimination snow

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