It's really beautiful
Literary incense attacks the scroll
In the well-lit afternoon, it is suitable for a pot of tea to sit idly, a cup of coffee to warm up, and a good book to pass the time.
In recent years, my city has vigorously developed cultural tourism and created cultural and creative parks. On the way to the tea bar, a few outsiders asked for directions, and a few people with foreign accents stood on the side of the road looking for directions. "We're here for tourism, where are we going here? "I saw from their mobile phones that they had made a lot of strategies for visiting the ancient city of Xiangyang.
The good development of our hometown makes our citizens happy.
Sit down and order a cup of osmanthus rice-brewed Americano, sweet and bitter blend in the beautiful afternoon sun.
There were quite a few people in the café, and there were a few empty seats left. Sit down by the window and write a text quietly.
Laid down, busy with things. Leave yourself a period of time to repair, and people need to ** themselves in good people and things.
The busyness of the year after the year was finally completely cleaned up in a time of walking with beauty.
The warm breeze is slightly smoky, and the time is ticking. No matter how much luck and misfortune will be given tomorrow, I think I will be able to fulfill myself in the United States....
Happy New Year, the blessings of the past year wafted in the air.
How can you not be happy?
Why not be happy?
There is no reason to be unhappy, so let's be happy and move forward together.
The passage of time has taken away some people and things, and it will bring some people and things....
So, we should be happy.
The light receded, and birdsong outside came and went. The shop is full of New Year's red among the trees, which is festive and auspicious.
Squinting, facing the light, thousands of thoughts are braided into a braid, we have walked from youth.
I always think that now is the most beautiful. After all, it is the experience that adds to the body, and the mind will be a little more mature, and you will have a clear understanding of the world.
Even wrinkles are beautiful, and if life is a river, anything that grows through it bears traces of nourishment, revealing a deep green, rose, golden, and red interior.
Beauty is both external and internal.
The beauty that can stand the test comes from within, and the beauty withered in time has also been beautiful.
If you have it, it's good.
For the rest, bless them.
Let it go if it should go, and continue to walk with those who stay.
By five o'clock, the air was getting slightly cooler. When I got up and walked out, the snow-capped mountains, deserts, grasslands, and lakes in front of me were all presented in the wind.
After going through thousands of worlds, being able to treat impermanence as ordinary is already enlightenment.
Let the wind warm and cold, let people come and go, let the joys and sorrows meet. We are on our own path, seeking a clear conscience, and seeking no regrets in this life.
The food stalls on Fenghua Road have been densely lined up. A variety of snacks and desserts are on small carts, bringing fireworks to life in the streets of the city. Behind the crowded carts, there are faces of life, and they are as beautiful as an oil painting under the street lamp, with vivid expressions and deep feelings for life.
Raw fried buns, grilled squid, snail noodles, stinky tofu, small sushi, grilled gluten, rock sugar gourd, bean curd, large and small squeezed together. Two young people selling drinks decorate a small van into a tavern, and small colored lights wrap around the candles to set off the romantic atmosphere. There are several foldable tables and chairs around the van for customers to take a break.
The two young people are a couple who have just returned to Xiangyang from out of town. They want to bring the romance of the outside city to more young people who can afford it.
A bottle of sake is much cheaper than in a lavishly decorated tavern, and the evening sun sets on their stalls, giving them a fine glow on the beach.
Such a stall is beautiful.
Duras begins "The Lover" by writing: "I love your devastated face more than you did then." ”
The beauty of life flows with love as the main body. Love on the Mekong is beautiful, which makes the reader say, after reading this story, "Once I loved too." "Youth is an epic, recording a lot of good times and processes.
Later, because of the experience we had, we became rich in beauty.
The years were beautiful, and it was in the gritty years that it was painfully polished that it had a pearl-like luster later.
I can't resist the beauty of things.
A takeaway guy in a yellow vest walks through the endless traffic. A young mother riding an electric scooter with a child tied with a huge bow at the end of her hair.
The old people, who were supporting each other, staggered slowly across the sidewalk on the road.
Inspirational films were being shown in the cinema, and people were so moved that they were in a mess.
The spring breeze blew, and the trees moved.
I hear spring saying, let's love each other.
The adults and children flying the kite have the fun of chasing on their faces, and when the wind comes, we are ready.
People who chase their dreams should be happy.
At a book launch event for a local writer a year ago, a spokesman said: "Literature must be happy. "Even if it is born in pain, it should be joyful.
Because people who chase ideals are destined to walk with happiness.
What beauty is.
What happiness is.
The answer has long been written in the ledger of life, and we have long had it, and from the beginning of life we have been given the opportunity to walk with it.
I am always grateful for life, because with life there is a way to feel all the beauty and unbeauty, happiness and pain.
The waiter in the tea bar is softly welcoming the new guests, and a few tulips are slowly blooming on the table. The nostalgic and retro decoration style makes time stop in a kind of aftertaste.
There are couples, a family of three, three or five old friends, and those who negotiate business.
The sunlight that penetrates time and space gives everyone the same love.
There is a quiet beauty to the words written here.
Whenever I have free time, I like to write in cafes. The soft words and ** around you, wrapped in candy-colored sweetness, will flow into the heart.
Osmanthus flowers are scattered on the dark brown coffee, and the sweetness of the rice brew is intertwined in the mouth, and only those who have drunk it can appreciate its taste.
So, what's not to go through?
All the past is a chapter.
Flipping the photographed **, there are many ways to keep time, words, **memory. People construct various relationships between heaven and earth, and also bind and liberate themselves in these relationships.
Beauty is easy to find, and it is difficult to be able to make yourself very comfortable beautiful.
If we have a sense of beauty and can use it to cultivate our body and mind, there will be no distance between us and happiness.
Rejoice from the heart. A few tourists from other places sat quietly on the sofa at the door of the café.
My city is getting beautiful.
There is a spring water gushing in the bottom of my heart, it is sweet, with the taste of spring, it is pure, it is clear, it is beautiful.
As the evening comes at sunset, the lights on the tall buildings light up little by little.
The fireworks are up, and the world is warm.
We are making good friends with spring.
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Original article: Incense Attack Scroll.
About the author: Xiang Xi Scroll, published a collection of essays "Sober Life", "Four Seasons in the World" and "Endless Life".