The wind blows and blows, bending and round the moon; The electricity of stone fire flying clouds cannot flash away the accumulation of soft and charming flowers and moon appearance; The roaring thunder, it will not break down the bank of my dream. Day after day, the verdant flowers and leaves solidify into deep-rooted desolation, the flowers and leaves fade year after year, and the years just cut the annual rings with the sword. The carefully carved miss is hard to subvert, as if the cloud is flying and faintly enough, as if the mountains and rivers are moistening the green rain and dew in spring. Moving away from the ancient, the sun shines on the softness of life; Following the law of thousands of years, the bright moon is like water, and the shining color of the ton is bright, and the sweetness overflows the Unchanging Heart from ancient to modern.

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Sparse is rare, new and old calendar meet in this month. This is the 15th night, and the sky is full. The night wind penetrates through the dense bamboo forest, gently blows his face and drains into his nostrils. The night wind is cool and clean. In the mobile phone, outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the verdant and Green music sounds quite quiet. The rolling mountains have been asleep. Looking far away, I saw some sparse families lying on the half waist of the mountain. The roar of pigs, the cry of babies and the bark of dogs could be vaguely heard. In the asbestos tile room with wind leaking all around, I turned off the light and closed my eyes, as if all desires had become redundant. In such a night, I don’t want to, don’t argue, and don’t worry about the brightness and darkness of the future. I only held the determination like this: let it come if you should, let it go if you should. I ignored all the slander, rumor and coldness. I am not afraid of loneliness, sadness or annoyance. I don’t have to face the sea, my heart is already blooming in spring. It was a bright night. Thanks to it, I only want to take the road under my feet, and I only want to be myself. 2014.01.15

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We always want to catch the tail of time, but the fingers are too wide and the time is too narrow, so we keep running to find things we can’t get. We get what we want but lose what we have. Many people don’t know what happiness they want. Happiness is very simple. Stop and have a look in the busy life to move the tired heart a little. As an adult, I was particularly sensitive to time, and that feeling was like I was afraid of missing something accidentally, so I lived a busy life everyday but always felt something. Once I went home by bus, there was a faint fragrance from the flowers outside the window. When I looked out of the window, the car had already driven away, and I didn’t see what flowers brought the fragrance, but I saw those luxuriant trees, which showed the vitality of life so openly. Birds were building nests, farmers were busy farming, and children were flying kites on the grass. I suddenly feel that apart from being busy, it is really a happy thing to occasionally see the scenery around me, release the memory of my heart and enjoy a peaceful life without any dispute with the world, after every time travel makes me hate to waste time sleeping, because I want to window area views, more want to they bring me 1.1 drops moved Let My Heart become like clean white paper. Secondly, I am also afraid that the beauty outside the window will never come back like time. I will lose forever before I have it. When I get home, no matter how busy I am, I will always spare some time to walk in the field, breathe fresh air, listen to the gurgling sound of running water, touch the temperature of the soil, and ask about the fragrance of rape flowers. At dusk, under the old trees at the head of the village came the laughter of villagers talking freely. I couldn’t help listening to their contents quietly. Oh, it turns out that some trivial things in simple and ordinary life can also make people so happy. He

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