Appreciate beautiful flowers.

Appreciate 1, a beautiful bloom and another bloom, let me remember that it is you.

Pick the curtain and come, and the green radish gently pulls.

My face is like a peach blossom and wet.

Occasionally, a breeze blows in my face.

Between fragrance

Sunlight shines through your fat knuckles.

Unexpectedly, a desire is like breaking out of a cocoon.

Outstanding branch, endless desire

Bathed in a sunny morning and a clear night, it was a hit.

The world of mortals is aware of the past.

Ignorant and gentle, a paragraph, a paragraph.

Niao na chui Yan

This is a date, waiting for you.

Although it didn't leave any trace.

When I am homesick, I will be with you in my dream.

Encounter, pear blossoms, peaches and plums are beautiful.

Swinging in the air, a cluster falls on my nose.

Soft

I understand, waiting for your posture.

It should be so full.

Can't forget.

The distance from the beam to the window is time.

The distance from the window to the eaves is life and death.

Tonight, you weave a web.

Those colorless drinks will do you harm.

I know you're starting to understand.

Moonlight, understand and decompose sentence by sentence.

Sad and busy, what do you want to forget?

A cup of tea, misty rain, Jiangnan in the sunset.

But you can't forget.

Meeting in the most beautiful years.

In the purple vines, long rain lanes.

Appreciation of a bloom beauty: A flower blooms calmly and enthusiastically in a dense atmosphere, and conveys a touch of red in the long-lost solar terms. There is no need to regret. bloom's flowers are Zen, but I just don't know if forgetting is the best commemoration.

The turning point in the days when the armor is leaning on the sky and the ink is thin outlines the gobbledygook of youth. However, there is still a tender vine in my heart, which breeds in the sadness of meeting and leaving. It taught me to grow up calmly and make this bloom a beautiful flower in the next season.

Some people say: people have three shakes, big, old and gone. When people grow up, their hearts will gradually lose their warmth and touch, and they will only be exiled in the dark. Years turn warmth into cold, youth into despair flying all over the sky, and memories flood in. My heart slowly reads the years in silence, only to find that the past years and people who have passed away have taught us to live and cherish.

We are laughed at, abandoned, satirized and dark, but we are still wandering in great despair. Jing M. Guo said that this feeling of not wanting to give up has become a star, and we are all small stars.

A bottle of flowers every morning and evening is enough.

The ancestor bodhidharma said: "Don't worry about the future, don't think about the present." It's safe to go and sit. Do not disgrace the mission, see bloom before the court; Gains and losses are unintentional, look at the clouds in the sky. This is the real liberation ...

Experienced prosperity and loneliness, and finally fell silent.

The wind, blowing away the morning mist, flows in the season, and the small flowers on the roadside are still as calm as fireworks, singing and whispering.

If meeting is a kind of fate in bloom, then whether it is discrete or not is Zen like a flower falling.

I believe in Buddhism, for example, I believe in life on a stone. Nu Wa set up a big stone on the bank of Tian Ling, named Sansheng Stone, and gave it the reincarnation of marriage and the right to decide Sansheng. Thus, there is the meaning of past lives's afterlife. When I was a child, I was obsessed with myths, especially the flowers on the other side of the river. It is the flower of the underworld in Shan Hai Jing. When bloom sees the leaves, when the leaves are born, they don't see the flowers, which means they never want to see the flowers.

In life, we will meet many people, from strange to familiar, from knowing each other to forgetting each other. Don't be surprised when you come; When I left, I smiled naturally and told myself not to chase.

Zhang Ailing said: Meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, neither earlier nor later, you happened to catch up. There is nothing else to say except to ask softly, Oh, are you there?

Sometimes, silence is the deepest feeling in the world, and silence is silence that turns into thousands of words. Even if it is missed, it is a Qian Qian Que song with soul.

There is always a story that has no ending, and it is precisely because of regret that time will remember this story as eternal. Think, just light. Love, just be silent. A person's floating life is not satisfactory, a person's flowing water, thinking of love is the blank of youth.

Caring is not a tearful silence, but gentleness, which is a kind of happiness of sitting down at night and listening to Zen.

Think about it, a person's life is a process of constant experience and understanding. Meeting is to appreciate fragrance and elegance in a lotus flower, and to read light ink in a poem. Nothing can be put down, silently painting the other side of the peach blossom full of water plants, killing time.

Rolling in the world of mortals, some people can love, some people can think, this is a rare fate. Even a faint water is Zen!

On the way to class, on the path in the forest, I met a dandelion wet with clear fog. I looked at her quietly, and she also swayed quietly, reflecting the spring breeze of Wan Li, writing the fleeting time and making time beautiful. In an instant, my heart will be moistened by flowers, like a long-lost friend. Is that your simple smile?

Appreciation of a Beautiful Flower Part III If spring, summer and autumn are gorgeous oil paints, then winter is an elegant sketch.

Winter is unpretentious. It is silent and unobtrusive, burying a wise thought in the bottom of my heart.

All the glitz has faded this season, and everything in front of me is so real. That simple and low-key peace is a kind of unobtrusive beauty.

Countless leaves piled up in late autumn and were blown away by the howling cold wind. Everything is in the near future, seeking a beautiful meditation for life.

Many people are tired of winter and hate the biting cold. But I forgot that life is just a smell of walking on the road, and both cold and warm are gradually emerging.

Winter is vast, and you can go in and out of its heart freely. Be kind to your body in every season and cherish every sincere beauty it brings us.

Many people think that winter has come, and all that remains is endless cold. Especially in the cold north, there seems to be nowhere to go and no scenery to follow.

What is it like to enjoy a beautiful blooming flower in winter? Some people are indifferent, some people are depressed, some people are lonely, and some people find a faint warmth.

Two free-flying birds, a bright Chinese rose on the branch, the last yellow leaf leaving the branch, and a bleak and colorless hay all tell an embarrassing feeling under the winter sky.

Decadence and Sha Xiao are only the appearance of winter, and the heart with good hope has been accumulating strength to wait for the soil of spring.

Let your soul be as silent as ice and snow, give yourself a profound thinking, and life has been walking in pain and happiness.

Life in the universe is always magical and great. They face the repetition of samsara frankly, and then they will brew new hope.

Mastering life is like playing a piece of music, which rises and falls. Life is very long, and happiness and sadness always coexist.

Face everything with a pure heart, and everything will give you purity. A person who can give others joy must be a person with joy in his heart.

Appreciate a beautiful flower. Article 5 Life has no withering, no germination, no deformity, no beauty. I have seen through the ups and downs of life, and I am used to the impermanence and gathering of life, and my heart is calm.

In the dust in the corner of everyone's heart, there are some unspeakable pains and sorrows. Although you feel sad occasionally, that little gloom is never the whole of life.

True happiness is to live the life you want in your heart. It doesn't matter to live in a humble house, eat a simple meal and be wrapped in cloth. The important thing is to feel your soul in that life.

Take advantage of the warm spring in bloom, and continue on the road after a short memory. Life is like this, exhausted, enjoying different surprises and flowers.

I thank those who have been with me all my life, and thank them for giving me a caring and touching look when I met them. There is a kind smile in life, which has nothing to do with love, but with appreciation.

Appreciate a beautiful essay by bloom, with six bloom flowers falling and a poem written in a landscape. And cherish a warm time, I hope those who travel on the train of life will always have a happy heart.

A woman with a heart like bluegrass, whether living in the south of the Yangtze River or in the north, you can smell a little different compassion from her faint words.

If you want a fragrant world to greet you, first of all, your world should bloom a fragrant flower, and that kind of sound and impact is the most beautiful encounter.

In the palm of memory, who doesn't have two or three beautiful flowers and a few broken hearts? In every dark ruin, there is a warmth that has been buried for a lifetime.

Everyone needs a lonely space to think about their own ideas. Sitting alone in the house in winter, I am either thinking about you or thinking about the time with you.

Holding hands with a person leaves a deep mark in the fleeting time, comforting the lost fragrant years, not for the past, but for the present and the future.

The road of life is like catching up. This winter, I carefully arranged the space of my heart, just waiting for your long-lost voice to knock on my heart in the distance.

Is there a year of snowflakes that remind you of me by the fire in winter? When one day we recall those lush years that stirred our hearts from poems or pictures, is there a faint smile on your mouth, or is the corner of your eyes inexplicably moist …

The glitz in the world, no matter how brilliant, will fade away with the annihilation of time. Only those traces engraved in the bottom of my heart will always emit a faint and attractive taste in the corner of the world. ...

This life only allows each other to enter each other's lives, and the smiles that collide in the past years make the whole life beautiful. As long as you have a deep understanding and tacit understanding, the beauty of the years will remain in your heart and become a poem.

Encountered a fate, this journey of life is sunny and full of spring. When a heart is touched by winter, winter will live in your soul, just like a person.

A person's heart is big enough to hold the whole world. A person's heart is very small and can only accommodate one person. True love is unique, and so are the people who make it.

Appreciate a blooming beauty. 8 Look forward to a heavy snow. You can see a beautiful face through the flying snowflakes. You know what I love most in my life is not the window, but the snowy night outside the window. ...

In the journey of life, someone once walked with you, making your journey beautiful. Even if I can't accompany you to the end, why regret it? Why hate it?

Love is a thread holding two hearts, which makes you happy and makes you miserable. Love is a kind of practice, and practice is a long and arduous process. And the end point of practice is the rebirth of love in nirvana.

Exile a heart wandering in this winter, waiting for a piece of white snow to bloom. I really want to hear the sound of snowflakes blooming in the wind. I think that voice must be not far away. My heartbeat is waiting for that beautiful ice jade-like stone every minute, waiting. ...