summer

Grab a handful of dust and ink in spring and summer, spread a bunch of flowers and herbs to make notes, smoke Vitamin milli, move according to the wind, or slow or urgent, or walk or grass, calm and quiet, shallow summer is clear. The mountains and rivers under the pen are beautiful and beautiful; Bodhi in my heart is quiet and safe.

The years are flowing, quiet and quiet; Flowers blossom, and the seasons change. On the way of searching, an unforgettable encounter may be deeply affectionate to a life that is just like the first sorrow. But even so, I was there, neither sad nor happy. And a peer who shares the joys and sorrows will surely live up to the Buddha's happiness. At that time, I turned mountains, waters and pagodas just to meet you on the way.

The pledge of eternal love will never wither, and once you turn dry, you will always find it. Twinkling spring rain is full of minutes and seconds in shallow summer. You have me and I have you. Girls, rain alleys, and oiled paper umbrellas are all tender and melancholy figures in Jiangnan. When the wind passes through the boudoir, it wakes up a deep and remote dream, and the plum blossoms outside the window are dancing with butterfly lovers.

Boil the words and gather the chapters into volumes; Whisper and sing, grass grows and warblers fly. Move each one, cut it into miniature, bind it into a book, and make it a treasure. Summer is shallow, sorrow is light, and heart is tender. Words can't be written; Music, singing constantly. Only you and me.

The morning light, distant mountains like Dai, looming, mist light makeup, such as wearing a gauze, white as jade, occasionally cold, and slightly cool. Quietly leaning against the porch window, you wake up in a sleepy state, and you will be born when you are quiet. Taste a fragrant tea, return the heart to nature, lock things in a complicated way, fly away from the clouds, express grievances and feelings, and turn clouds and water into meditation.

If you walk, the dew will moisten your feet, and the flowers will be green; Insects chirping birds, small bridges flowing water; Folding willows smell flowers and lightly stir up dust. Slow through the passage of time, even the past like smoke. Recall one person, such as mountain, water, and snow between eyebrows. A touch of sadness, a love song, that is, butterflies fly and cicadas sing, the butterfly lovers are long, playing the piano and keeping friends, meaning Qingyuan. Flowers are like flowers, fog is not fog. A wisp of agarwood in shallow summer, when it meets the wind, is scattered, and it is dazzling and fragrant.

The evening glow smokes the sky, and the color is bright and colorful; The sunset hides and the tired birds return to their nests. The mountains are hazy, the water is hazy, and the flowers and trees are lush. The shepherd boy hums and rides back, while the farmer hoes and idles back. Seeing Jiangxin, a boat, a donkey, a fisherman, a net, a family life, so simple, self-satisfied. And the mountains and water seem to be entangled, winding around, like ribbon. The mountains are thick and steady, and they are stacked back and forth. If the rocks linger, they will be reborn according to the water; The water is clear and crisp, the mirror is clean, the heart is warm and unrestrained, and the good is like the flow.

Often, a rain leaves you and me among the flowers, occasionally falling red, and only dyeing a thin sadness at the feet, which is fleeting. In this season, falling red is not heartless; In this season, falling red is not a tear in spring. Just like a girl blushing on the earth, her cheeks are full of red spots.

In the light summer, a pot of wine is used to bid farewell to the spring, and the colorful flowers have become the past; That gorgeous elegance and vulgarity has become the past; The feeling of wet spring rain has passed. Only me, turn the strong wine into a cup of green tea, ferry lightly, follow the cycle of years, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the clouds roll and relax.

I have a pot of wine, which can comfort the dust. Summer has come quietly, and I am happy by myself.