Original prose: The vision is all beautiful

Author:Fragrant book Time:2022.07.10

The point is beautiful

Text/Fragrant Book Roll

A mixed aroma, food, clothing, plants, animals, and people will float in the air throughout the summer, sending their breath to the season's container, stirring, reconciling, and forming.

The time of the pavilion and the alley, the old, sick and dead cycle. The old people showed their gray hair, and children learned to speak. The distance between growing up and old is not far away, just to make people understand this life.

With a white shirt button, the smell of laundry liquid remaining on the clothes is narrow and deep. I greedy these subtle fragrances, like a bee dug honey with flowers, and quietly grinding into painting in my heart.

Drives one by one, sewing one by one, the cracks of life and the same plane with success. The unevenness is different from the peaks and oceans that are flat in life. They are different from far and near, and they are closely linked to each other.

No longer confront time, learn to hug. Opening the open arms facing a bright banner, towards the other side he wanted to reach, and the footsteps of the depth of different depths of the movement.

Entering swamps, climbing peaks, crossing the desert, and ocean outside the ocean. The sunrise on the horizon rose and fell, and the sound of the tide rising and rising.

Breathing the mountains and the mountains, the water of the canyon flows through the depth of the years, and knows the world most. Living on the ground, sitting on his legs, a glazed red soup in front of him, and a butterfly lingering between the hair. The fish swims freely in the mountains, and you come and I treat each other.

Summer in the treetops, the corners of the clothes from the afternoon, the mother's medicated soup, the baby's frankincense, the attachment of the white jasmine, the girl's tender yellow skirt, in a letter that was not finished.

Every drop of time is fragrant. The increasingly abundant heart is no longer troublesome. Fortunately, I have been living according to my own rhythm, and I am a little relieved to soothe this way.

Countless people are rising, countless people come and go, the sun has not changed, the moon has not changed, and the mountain peaks are still there. The ocean in the heart is where we swim.

It should be affordable, and it should be put down. Rich cloud smoke, deep lanes, all passed the same 24 hours a day, no one lost one point.

Old people and old things make it like flowers. Time is filled with things you like, the first dawn in the morning, the first bird singing, the first smile that the baby opened his eyes, the favorite notebook, and a long trip to meet.

The cool wind passed through the windows and fell on the shoulder armor, and a trace of light and shadow intertwined with green and Anme. The tranquility is full of joy and joy. Looking at a little things changes, my joy is with it.

The mood of sneak down is vast and wide. Any impact given by life cannot shake its inner tranquility, and I like myself more and more.

Fultil, pain, unbearable and grievances, as the sun increases, decreases. The sunflower I planted in my heart is always facing the sun, and the seeds of the knot are full. The wind and rain during the growth process are just an indispensable scenery. The sun is the whole.

In recent days, my gratitude to life has doubled. I like myself in this state, with peace of mind and calmness.

Shanshuishui walked a layer by layer, gathered with some people, separated from some people, bid farewell to some things, and live with some things. It is no longer a single thinking to look at the problem, and it is more considerable to be considerate.

If you don't think about it, think about it in other places. If you can't walk through the way, you will go smoothly. The person who can't stay wishes her to meet a good person again.

Look at this life, how many else can be relieved. We use our hearts to draw the circle of life. There is no straight line from the starting point to the end point. All the curves are the only way.

Only some fragments recorded in the notebook, the long roll in our hearts is where we are freezing. Only the length of love and the width of the heart are the best elements of combination of life.

Music sound, children's sound. Cheng Quan and the lack of the existence of everyone's lives, do not need to envy the goodness of others, do not need to comment on others right and wrong, do your own duty, and live your life according to your own rhythm.

Lao Tzu said, "The capacity of Kong De, but the Tao is from. Among them are essence! It is true, there is a faith. Since now, it is not known, and I can read the people.

The mind of the Dade is the only way to go. The "Tao" thing has no solid shape and vague. But in the blur, there is the truth; in the blur, there is entity. It is so deep and ambiguous, but there is exquisite qi. Although this essence is subtle, it is the most specific and most realistic. From now on the ancient times, the name of the road can never be abolished, and the root bath can recognize the beginning of all things. How do I know the beginning of all things? It is cognitive from "Tao".

Living a good life is not easy. Only by walking along the avenue in my heart can we find the true meaning and fragrance of life. I wrote to the sun and the moon, and I whispered to my soul to wake myself and sleeping creatures.

I cleaned the dirt in my heart in words, and I breathe with my heart and life. The big hand of fate led me to march in the direction of the sun, and the avenue of the soul was covered with starlight and warmth. "The only way is to follow, and I do."

The clear mind was incorporated into the context of life. Following time, I found the password of life.So every sound of the early morning is like a sound of nature, and every star fire in the middle of the night is gorgeous.I smiled in the complicated living structure, and I inserted a wicker to come to the young silk bar.Walking in the canyon, streams, fish, and water plants in the mountains.There is no distance between the lane and the old man and the old man in the attic.

It is beautiful, and the tentacles are all aromatic.The scars of life are drawn with solid patterns, plants, animals, foods, characters, and spit out their essence in the summer container, and they are paving the way of life.

What a charming, this time!

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