In the time when the fingertips are fragrant, listen to the fleeting time, spread out the paper of memory, dye something deep in the soul and paste it into a painting. Wipe the past, cut open a window of time, all the way dusty, looking forward to a journey, so that a faint understanding, colorful years quiet agarwood.
-Text/Red Dust Smile
The night is slightly cold and hazy, and it's another year in a blink of an eye. There are festive fireworks by the window to enrich your thoughts, and the fragrant tea makes you feel graceful.
I seem to be used to thinking deeply and finding myself in such silence. The paper paved with memories will dye something deep in the soul and paste it into the painting. Whether it is good or bad, it is the trace of a person's soul after all.
Perhaps, when the world is noisy, many past events will eventually become clouds and clouds, and tears will fade with the wind. Listening to the vicissitudes of life, singing, suffering and being happy will turn into a smile in a blink of an eye.
There must be something in the flow of time. Let's cry together, laugh together, pursue together, explore together, stand on the other side of our thoughts, banish the years, quietly open our pens, and freeze the dreams and idiots, smiles and tears that have passed away in a trance in the window of our hearts, and slowly release some beautiful love and sadness in the gap of the years.
Slowly, I understand that life is a journey, everyone is on the way, and everyone is unconsciously living the scenery along the way. Many times, life is like water, the stone sinks into the sea, and the waves are stormy; Many times, if life is a dream, look back and dream happily. A handful of years, those silent past, will also be interpreted as a deep flow of still water in the world of mortals, winding the warmth and coldness of life.
Walking through the dusty world, singing quietly the calm years, dreaming, always supporting a long memory. In the time when the fingertips are fragrant, listening to the past, "moonlight at night, smoke on Wangjiang's face", some romance goes away in comfort; "There is moonlight in front of the window. Will it have frosted?" Some thoughts are just the warmth and softness in the heart; "Making autumn on rainy nights is in my heart, teaching him to cherish romantic love", and some of them are lingering in sorrow.
Slowly, I understand: people miss a lot in the journey, hurting the liver and intestines; There are many encounters that I can't forget. Some infatuation may lead to fatigue; Some searches, let it go with the wind, may be the most real. Some people are entangled in dreams, but they are suitable for the bottom of their hearts; Some things, let go gently, are not necessarily difficult; Some pass by, very light, very light, but very painful. ......
Looking forward to happiness with graceful words, grinding finely divided days into a string of round smiles, singing in the waves with youthful style, putting troubles in the wind to let them quietly take away, and putting happiness in the clouds to let it melt quietly and expand infinitely, is it not an unparalleled happiness? My heart is simple, I am guarding a pool of fragrant flowers, I am carrying a roll of light, and the roads I have read are all translated as "go or stay unintentionally, swept away with the clouds outside" at a glance.
Only slowly do I know: in life, there are always many gullies to cross; Years, there are always many regrets to make up for; In life, there are always many puzzles to understand. Life is just a drop in the ocean for us, but it carries too many feelings, including meeting and parting, painful laughter, shouting and searching, because no one knows the final answer, so our only choice must be: laugh at the wind and watch the rain.
Touch the fleeting time, cut a window of time, dust all the way, look forward to a journey, walk on the road, don't say the pain, Mo Wen vicissitudes, just take one and move on. Whenever and wherever, remember: give you a warm side; No matter the ups and downs, remember: give yourself a smile, understand lightly and fly quietly.
Cut a time window and send a message tomorrow.