Suddenly I remembered two poems: Zhu Fujing Dongxue, the court is fainting and the evening is gloomy.Few people came out of the country, sitting idly listening to the spring birds.Wait until February of the old calendar, when the spring breeze is first born, and the winter snow is first melting, take a lazy rest and wait for time. This is probably the scene.

“The so-called outer world, the cool land, is not to separate from human life, but to feel nature and the world with your heart.“I like this sentence very much. Some people say that the so-called birth is also accession to the world.What comes out is the appearance of the world, and what enters is the essence of the world.Returning to nature and the world, and experiencing the beauty of all things and the four o'clock in your heart, is also another kind of ”entering the world“ life.

Immersed in the prosperity of Canghai tears, Wushan clouds, and Zimo red dust, suddenly looking back, that flower-like face, that sea-like tenderness, will shine in the endless yellowing years of light and shadow.The clouds are broken, and the shadows are slanted horizontally; the geese pass by, and the roosting is silent.

The silence of Los Angeles, the remnant of the pen, the dust of dancing Mo, the quicksand flies, Qinhuai Feifei cuts the sorrow, accumulates ink and warms the night, Qin Shimingyue, moves over the parapet, Cangyang Gyatso, Xin shakes and sings.

The pen is full of flowers, light marks and dark, the book is plain ink, with a note of makeup, the eyes are tearful, the smile is cold and mutilated, and the light is drunk, comforting the vicissitudes of life.

I like to organize my thoughts in the quiet late at night.Strands of light are silent strings that illuminate the depth of the night.A cup of clear tea, with a faint fragrance, rises into the mountains surrounded by smoky mountains, and transforms into a long and long string sound, the aftertaste curls, rendering an elegance in the night.

Listening to the melodious sound of the flute on the lake that year, a lake of autumn water and a wisp of green silk sang for dreams, the south of the Yangtze River was picturesque and fragrant, and Wu Yin looked beautiful in her drunkenness, which made the spring blossoms in March beautiful.

Fenghua refers to flowing sand, and old age is a period of time.The fog dissipated, and when I woke up, I finally saw the truth. It was the silence of a thousand sails.

Spring is approaching, and it is another dynasty, and the flowers are blooming and the butterflies are in a good mood.

Time is quiet and good, talking to the monarch; the years of fine water flow, the same as the monarch; the prosperity is over, and the monarch is old.