Plain hands sharpen the heart, and pen-end flowers prose.

Tonight, there is a moon by the window, and the shadow of flowers falls with the wind, touching into a beautiful song and a poem. The pen is not elegant, not extravagant and melancholy, and the ink is soft and graceful. The plain hand slowly grinds the heart, and the pen end gently holds the flowers. -inscription

How many emotions you should have in your life will eventually be expressed in words. Just like the breeze this morning, it is also the rain in Mao Mao. As for me, I sit by the window and listen to you quietly. Listening to the thin rain, just like the yearning at this time, tender as water, floating in the wind.

Floating on the roof and then floating off the eaves, knocking on the memory drop by drop. The awakened thoughts dripped into my heart bit by bit and merged into a stream. The stream flows along the fragrant vein to the fingertips, the pen tip and the paper, and condenses into half a foot of fine print.

Time is a tearful poem. Wet water marks are tender and painful, and there is a feeling of being wet with pen and ink at your fingertips, which gradually fades and deepens in your heart like water. Some memories have long been integrated into the blood, deep into the bone marrow, and deeply rooted in the bottom of my heart with breathing. After that, no matter how time is bleached, it will never be erased.

Time is on the paper, as if I saw your shadow. Quietly remembering the words written inadvertently, I suddenly felt a little more nostalgic. Therefore, I like to write some handwriting every day and become a mark silently. Every piece of paper is full of thoughts, and I write down my vigorous but quiet love with those scattered words.

Concerned about you, concerned about you, ordinary and extraordinary past events, just like the ink of acacia can be thick or light. Words, now just write down your thoughts for you. Or maybe, standing far away, just saying that I miss you alone, wish you peace and don't want to disturb this time.

Missing is always so casual. Every word in the pen can reveal unspeakable worries. My heart is pounding and my face is flushed. I am afraid that others will see those eyes that I tried to avoid in my panic. Like a child who did something wrong and took more things from others, he blamed himself for being too greedy.

Because I crave that warmth, I copy it into a wisp of yearning in my heart, and I cut it open with the pen in my hand. I can't get rid of my troubles, but I can't measure the thickness of my thoughts.

Time is very old and words are very light. If you follow your heart, a deep and thick pen is too heavy. How to interpret a love story? How to describe the word love? If love can be measured, then love will be somewhat true; If love can grasp the size, how deep will it be? True feelings are hard to find since ancient times, and deep love is hard to find. It takes a lot of thought, careful consideration, no consideration and unforgettable.

This written encounter upset my mood and I could only frown but read it in my heart. Why? Knowing that Acacia is bitter, I would rather taste Acacia's bitterness, how much bitterness, how much sweetness, and how many heartbreaks. How to calculate? The cold years have come and the summer years have gone; A few morning bells, a few late drums; How many sunsets and moonlight? How to calculate this kind of confused love day after day and year after year? How to calculate, it is an entangled earthly love!

Sigh: you and I, who have entered the secular world, have escaped the storm but failed to escape this love disaster; Smile: you and I escaped our fate when we entered the world of mortals, but we didn't escape this fate! Since we met, why ask if it was disaster or fate? Meeting is the most beautiful and perfect!

Even though time and space can change the distance between the body, it can never change the distance between two hearts! The sea of hearts is boundless, and this shore is connected with the other; The sky is boundless, and the sun and the moon will follow forever; There are countless people in the world, but there is only one of you and me; Know how to be silent but connect two souls closely. How amazing it is to live in each other's spiritual fields and never give up!

Some people have something in their hearts that they don't need to say; Some feelings have some meanings and there is no difference. Missing is like water, the timing is right, the meaning is known, and it is calm and affectionate. Warmth and happiness may be your concern and occasional greetings after so many years. Time is so good that people who are moved can laugh in their dreams.

A desired feeling is the original appearance, calm, happy and gentle. You don't need to see it. Just by feeling, you close your eyes, cling to the window of memory and let your thoughts fly. With the wind, a heart fragrance falls on your fingertips, which is the warmth that quietly crosses the heart lake, flowing quietly and slowly, nourishing your heart and softening your time.

The time on paper is soft, delicate and elegant, enchanting for a season. Yan's hands are full of happy flowers, fragrant with breathing, and there is blood-related affection between every breath! They welcome the warmth of a Chu Yang, send away the afterglow of the sunset, explain the worries between the eyebrows, and dilute the sadness and joy in their hearts; Embrace the joy of a wisp of breeze, and the fragrance is quietly passed from leaf to leaf.

There is no need to deliberately, happiness is so simple, one me and one you, so beautiful is self-evident. Two identical little flowers, with the same fragrance and heartbeat of the same frequency, quietly accompany each other and silently rejoice.

The most important thing is to bow your head gently and love to the bone. As soon as the breeze passes between the eyebrows, the lips bend a crescent moon, the fingertips are shallow, the notes are facing the light ink, and the words are affectionate and powerful. Plain hand sharpens the heart, pen end flowers, beginning and end, between the lines you accompany me to finish.