The so-called life of art is the life of true colors. 」
Original text: Tugna Ritu Network (invaded and deleted).
Early spring, warmth, small windows. The clouds are faint, the breeze is clear, and the dust is not clean.
The sunlight poured down, the small courtyard was silent, and it was lazy for a while, making people instantly in a trance. Such fine weather is a gift and also needs fate. Everyone's situation is complicated, and the story of people's hearts is unique.
If you have nothing to do, don't let down the good times. Continued with friends, and we met today.
After a long absence, the two were happy to reunite, not restless, but more of a spiritual collision. Whispering, understanding. is so comfortable, I think of Su Shi's "Nothing to do and meditate, one day is like two days." ”
As I get older, I want to maintain a sense of relaxation. After this state continues, more attention is paid to renunciation, and they are willing to give up. Treat life like this, and feelings have also learned to mark level by level.
Love will always try to keep it fresh, and old friends have been negotiating, paying attention to psychological details. Life fades a little bit, revealing its true face, and you can smile like a flower, and the inner peace is a little profound, engraved in time.
Warm tea, laughter, tacit understanding, but also hit it off. The two spoke to each other and went to the library.
The collection of books is full of sweat, and I have searched for a few favorite books, and I look silently. Reading is also like making friends, like returning to an old friend. In so many books, what is selected is the arbitrariness of the heart, and what is turned out is the negotiation of the soul.
Rejoicing at the occasion is a sincere emotion. Fills in the long-missing hearty, heart-chasing habitat.
The same is true of life, when you are at leisure, you can deliver yourself to books and make a deep connection with your heart. The same is true of the friends next to me, with companionship, loneliness can blossom.
Every corner of the museum is full of people, quiet and unique, the sound of turning books is endless, and being able to hold on to it firmly and accumulate it has given me a new understanding of Jing.
Half of the static word is "fighting", and in the self-exploration, I am moved by its quality and appreciate its fundamentals. Silence is also unique to fun, like a silent tree, it doesn't matter if the foothold is good or bad, just grows and tenacious.
The daylight passed suddenly, and soon the night was closed, and I sat and felt the vast eternal meaning, and I did not feel tired, so I was immersed in it. I am glad to perceive the charm of the book, vivid and intriguing, to be able to read it, and to be able to fit myself.
There are many languages in the world, which give birth to joy in ordinary realities, and prune out fun in situations, each with its own taste, and faintly sink.
The clouds parted, and the flowing water murmured. A heart that is both young and old, sits upright in time, and makes all encounters "so old and so new".
All things are experienced, emotions are tasted, floating creatures are whispered, and they are happy.