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Quiet time, taste the solitude of the aesthetic

by zhangjiakoujia 2 年前

Often a person quietly stay in a corner, do not want to be disturbed by a variety of complex, to the heart enough to breathe. Quiet, solidified the years, still time, taste alone brought a touch of sadness. Loneliness is the intersection of spirit and flesh, loneliness is the purification of the beautiful soul. Lonely let us stop and think about the well-being of human life, life in good faith. Lonely let us sort out the clutter of the context, Wu Tong through the essence of life. Solitude is a pulse of pure spring, is a seed of rebirth, loneliness to the mind calm, so that life is firm, loneliness to strengthen the instinct of survival Новости туризма.

There are always some people left the line of sight, but left a section of the past, there are always some back has gone, but admitted to life. If the dream of ups and downs, the total with a number of relieved words to free themselves, with false mask to the packaging of earthly indifferent, in fact, we are very fragile, who knows the camouflage after the strong contains bitter, casual touch It will penetrate the heart. Always create a hustle and bustle of atmosphere to cover the inner loneliness, but still is a person's lonely, autumn leaves do not understand the plaintive, the night wind how cloud lament, only the sleepless raindrops beat the years of depression, Listen to the time to tell.

Sun and moon with whisper, perhaps at the present write a written cold, lonely and alone leaning against the window, the sun and the moon, the sun and the moon, Is the pace of years to go too fast, or turned too hasty? A view is the corner of the End of the World, Looking back at the mountain high water long. Dust gradually faded, after all, could not hold the Allure bustling, time across, only to stay fragrant dash? A barrier of the years the same barrier, Ying Hong sleeves, but can not touch the flowering period, a leaf boat is difficult to carry full of mind, the other side of the shore, across the distance can not ferry, only a subtle fragrance Ruoyouruowu Drift in the dust. Through the years, gently read will still be a little pain.

Sometimes inexplicable overwhelmed, just want to find the square inch of land, quietly feel the heartbeat and breathing, restless restlessness and depression in the heart pressure, gently appease, away from the secular disturbances, comfort a flat Of the heart. Grief does not mind, often create a do not know why the squeeze and anxious, troubled mood may not be gains and losses, but an unknown sentimental, a soul of the open. And we often can not control in this sense of self, inadvertently touched on an unknown fragile. Perhaps only the quiet to give the ultimate spiritual purification, to set out under their own whirlpool ground transfers in Hong Kong.

We laughed in a period of time, cried, and sometimes do not open the tangle of emotions, with the passage of time slowly settling in the bottom of my heart, pooled into a carved landscape. Years looted our face, but left the story belongs to us. Although some of the stories just moments of Fanghua, but wade through the heart of the river years, into the blood. In the time with the hope, sweet smile, tears moved, through the years, we stopped, look back, but still feel to hang around, no regrets.

There is always some time alone for some distance, there may be many words to say, but do not know what to say, to whom Trip to Hong Kong & China. May be inexplicable loss, do some violations of normal behavior to prove their existence. Perhaps like the lonely, used to bear all the silence. In fact, life is not alone, but was a shadow cover the sun's burning, while ignoring the care of each of our eyes. Four seasons of circulation, different scenery to life to do selfless background, the original each concern are from the feelings of silence. Journey no period, soon as treasure, a thousand words moved. A cluster of grass, a wildflower, a dead leaves, all show the weight of life. Life is not desolate, opened the tight skirt, open mind to accept the sun, embrace each warm heart of the landscape, the heat will run through the whole blood, life will be full of tenderness.

A person quietly listening to a song, a cup of tea, in the ethereal and elegant melody in the stretch all the thoughts, put aside the cold of human, to a song of song to relieve all the heartache. At that time the light passing hair, dancing clothes, shake off the dust clouds fog, all the happiness and sadness have nothing to do with me. Let the heart, such as sealing, to a wild chrysanthemum stance silent keep a lightly. Ren fleeting swing over your fingertips, do not mention the past, do not talk about joys and sorrows.

Years like the beat of the notes, through the mottled season, played the rules of time, composing a song of life song. In a quiet mind to precipitate their own, listen carefully to a soft music, any melody penetrate the lungs into the blood. Nothing to think about, all the trouble was peeling off, as if static years, time in this moment solidified. Heart with the melody Piaofei, swim in space, through the illusion in my absence, no dispute no interference, no desire. Close your eyes, feel the heartbeat and breathing, drunk. Mind is magnified moment, inclusive of their own, inclusive of the world, relieved the complex. A river, into the life, through the dust, wading through the years, gently, gently flowing.

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