A piece of fragrant Mo Yun's sentimental prose

I know, in this world, there is tenderness and fragrance of the words you wrote, and thousands of waters in Qian Shan can't compare with the fragrance of a pen, which is light and long.

A glass of still water gently sets the season. The afternoon sun lazily slanted on the wooden lattice, quiet, warm and bright. The wind rolled slightly in Ling Bo, and the faint fragrance of flowers conveyed a gentle and cool breath from a distance, dragging overlapping dust and light and shadow. If time can really flow deeply, I would like to bend down in the noise and let this autumn hanging on the wall slip into my heart.

In October, it gradually deepens in this cool rhyme. Autumn is a light cloud outside the window, spreading a clear and bright light blue depth. One or two pieces of yellow floating in the wind, calmly and calmly in the afternoon silence, quietly fell into the gap of the years, and finally returned to dust and mud.

Clear green tea is fragrant in plain glass lamps. The slender veins are gradually full and stretched, just like a piece of exquisite green jade, and my thoughts are full of water. Then with a touch of green shadow, it is light and full, lingering between the lips and teeth, and the fragrance is fragrant.

It is you who say that green tea is radiation-resistant, and I, under your constant gaze, learned to make myself a cup every day, and unconsciously, it has become a habit. So I like to stay alone in a quiet place under the moonlight screen window, holding a book, gently twisting the time, and letting the days pass quietly from my palm. Let the green of the snail bloom, and let the past be slightly moist and quiet. Miss you is warm and sweet.

Perhaps, the change of this season has nothing to do with the opening and falling of flowers, and the watch of the bottom of my heart has nothing to do with the rise and fall of clouds. The coolness of autumn and blue thoughts have been quietly gathering in my eyebrows, rooted in a hedge, and let autumn smoke grow like a wisp. Leaning on the bed pillow is a half-open and half-closed song, which brings the heart together with a pillow of Chou-heung. Eyeground, inch by inch is full of my bone acacia and pen and ink flying floc.

Maybe at this moment, you are still in the sound of the waves, and your thoughts are as light as clouds. I, too, condensed an afternoon silence and an undisturbed waiting into the most wonderful picture of my life. I know that in this clean tacit understanding and quiet, I will let the half-closed curtains melt by the breeze, let all my hopes come out, and let your name finally bloom into a thousand strands of love on my pillow. If possible, let me brush away the red dust, let you walk out of my words slowly, and deposit the dust on the dispersion and gentleness of the book. However, Mozi is a speck of dust, and I would like to meet all the friends invited by words with a smile in my life.

Turn on your favorite thousands and listen. Dream-like music flows like running water, overflowing every corner of the room, and the jumping notes on the black and white keys blend into the moist and fragrant warmth of the room a little. And the fingertips tap the keyboard, like a clear stream deep in the flowing cloud, wading through the long marks of the years, and the waterfall flies. After the wind blows, sit quietly in the pipa that bounces back from the harp and listen safely.

These days, I have received greetings and messages from my friends, whether poetry, prose, music or painting, with aloes of thoughts and good wishes. Like the green radish flowing in summer, like the empty valley and orchid filled with moonlight, every word is fluorescent and spreads a little, and every word is full of my birthday. And Sister Chu Fan's "With You, Thousand-Year Fate" is on that tender stationery, quietly singing this dream of Easy Net elegantly and sincerely.

I thought I was on the verge of complex material desires, and I had seen through all the joys and sorrows in the world and learned to pretend to be indifferent and strong. I thought I was the woman with cold heart, and I would never feel unreasonable and sad for no reason again. However, when the meaningful and delicate ink strokes bloom at the fingertips with a faint fragrance, the mottled crystal of the fundus finally penetrates the rivers and lakes of the word and is blown to pieces by the wind.

"Who cares about Lan Xin? Qu Fu's poems are full of dust and interest. Throw away thousands of feelings and fly away with a smile. " When I carefully recited the love affair that happened to be a gifted scholar for a long time, it was an unparalleled touch and joy. For an instant, I wondered if I was really the woman walking in the faint rhyme, with lilac-like sadness and peerless youth. jade bone Ice Muscle was beautiful and charming.

Although I know this, I am just their fallacy and always go too far. However, I still can't hide my secret joy, and I still have to correspond myself to its meaning word for word. I thought that if I could walk through the blue misty rain in plain clothes, fade away the colors of the dynasty and the bright moon on the other side, then I could immerse myself in the fragrant ink paper and the love of my life, embrace the regret and gentleness of the butterfly dream and sleep quietly in the beautiful scenery of falling flowers and dancing.

It's just that I'm touched. This is not the only reason. When I learned that this was comparable to a famous artist, it was the result of repeated deliberation and discussion with Yan Yan under the lamp, the result of careful deliberation and argumentation according to the rules, and the result of mutual jubilation after several people who had never met at both ends of the screen discussed together until midnight, my heart suddenly overflowed with soft feelings and was moved in a big mess. This is not only a rhyme, but also a few long and short sentences. Behind the light smile of caring for each other is clearly a sincere and blessing full of affection, a meticulous and rigorous respect for the ancient rhyme, a unique friendship and a flower-like legend in life!

Noble and elegant plum blossom woman with her hands folded singing blessings, light green background, melodious and clear guzheng sound. I only wish I could hold her jade-like face and plain heart tightly. I know, in the mist of water and sky, it is your vigorous youth and Coody Leng Bingzi in Ling Xue, Ao Shuang. I know there's no need to get to know each other. Yi, I always remember that agreement. I firmly believe that our relationship can be as elegant and noble as the lily in the text block. I know that when we stand in front of each other, we will recognize each other with a knowing smile, and then, our fingers will be locked and we will hug each other affectionately. Yes, I look forward to such a regretless date in my life.

"I love extraordinary fragrance, and I don't love the plum of Chunyang. The west wind is cold and dew in the deep forest, and no one is fragrant. " This poem about orchids was written by Sister Wei Zi not long ago for my birthday. For various reasons, my sister left temporarily for a few days. In order not to miss my birthday, she wrote a letter to He years ago, with simple, elegant and elegant words, and set a blessing of agarwood for my birthday.

This woman with a bright and warm smile has been walking in the rivers and lakes where mature and intelligent words are deposited. Its delicate, gentle, gentle and kind brushwork tells the feeling of life and expresses the calmness and beauty of life with laughter. Its simple and sincere words are full of elegance and beauty, full of pen and ink, which makes strangers in the world melt instantly. I know that the plain paper wet by rain at the moment is light, but it is very affectionate.

Zhu Feng, known as "carefree", once became a hot talent of Netease with his romantic and graceful style and beautiful poems. Every time I read his unique and quiet brilliance, I always unconsciously indulge in his wonderful rhyme and the danqing of flowers. And the poems he wrote at his fingertips will always follow our words and come and go smartly, leaving only a faint color in small letters, leaving inexplicable feelings and joy.

This talented man, whose literary talent is flying but always low-key, is sincere and enthusiastic to his friends, wrote three ancient poems with waterfalls splashing jade for me in one breath. Smooth and brilliant literary thoughts, elegant poems, quiet breeze and bright moon, and ethereal Zen mind make people fully integrate into the beautiful scenery and a quiet place that he has slowly unfolded for us. I know that such indifferent and sudden tranquility is our deep and persistent pursuit in this life.

What moved me most was Brother Tan Ke, who said, "Girl, it's never too late for a gentleman to repay his kindness for ten years. When you are born, I will definitely send the truest and deepest greetings and blessings! " Yes, he has been paying attention to the new trend of my writing, sketching the day that belongs to me, leading me to be strong and mature step by step with constant encouragement and support behind my life and emotional changes.

This handsome tough guy is full of blood, tenderness and talent. A careful study of his prose, whether it is the memory of years or He Wen written for friends, is the simplest aria, and each is a true and sincere narrative, rendering the vicissitudes of the brow and the imprint of time very real and familiar. Words aside, he is the one who deserves our respect and trust the most.

Mobile phone is good at rhyme uniformity, explosive, is a picturesque poem, flowing brightly. And I, every time, can find traces of his visit under my own whisper. Whether it is "Southern Beauty is full of poems", "A simple heart has a simple soul and a good temperament", or other large-scale comments and messages, we can see his true colors as a sincere man with overlapping hearts. As far as my birthday wishes are concerned, there is an essay, an ancient poem and a rhyme with clear pronunciation and mellow voice. I was moved with joy, but at the same time I had to look at each other with tears in my eyes. In this life, with this bosom friend and this big brother as a teacher and father, what else can I ask for?

What's more, two maids, Zi Han Mu Xue, accidentally picked them up. They are all ice-smart, blue-hearted women, women who attach importance to feelings and righteousness and smile gracefully. Every time you talk, come and go, talking and laughing, how much touch and joy you have added to the dull life, how much excitement and charm you have added! In his early years, Zi Han read The Book of Songs and the legacy of ancient rhyme. When he put pen to paper, he was a cold pillow filled with smoke and incense, and when he put pen to paper, he was "flying white as jade, natural beauty" Its meaning and wording are carefully crafted, quite like a fairy melody without dust. It is hard to imagine how she managed to write such a profound, concise and rather awkward poem when her eyebrows were dim. At this point, smile.

And when Mu Xue was sitting in the beautiful Jingjing campus, sitting in an elegant room with trees and flowers, wishing my birthday away, she also said, "My heart is full of beauty, my soul is cold and secluded", my shadow is soft, and my Lan Yun is faint. These two silly little women don't know that I have never been as calm as they think, nor as calm as they say. The fragments of those words are just a casual mood, just a feeling of touching the words with your fingers and dancing. It's just that we met and knew each other in the world of mortals, and there has never been any reason to meet just for the look that you and I both know. That's all, that's all. If possible, I will cherish this paper for life.

Canglang is like water, free and easy, talented and first-class in style. He never pretends to be a poet, but in our eyes, he is always the most perfect and decadent poet. His poems always stare at every step of life with some ups and downs and some decadent brushstrokes, and write down some songs that are profound but full of spirituality. Every word can instantly hit the softest corner of your heart, leaving you unconsciously entangled or confused, but slightly sweet or painful.

He said that life is like a lonely walk in the afternoon, and poetry is the deepest dialogue he described for life, and it is also the only form and reason for his dialogue with life. He said that when he passed a half-closed window, he was destined to look back at Grace. Yes, it separated the reality or dream of Qianshan, the wet years and the rumors of rivers and lakes, and all the distant blessings were only for that encounter in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. And that day in the fleeting time, the blue agreement, doomed, will stay half a life for each other's words.

I remember a dust-free message: "I'm going out for a long time recently, and I'm worried about missing your birthday, so I have to say a few words of blessing." This poet, who is well-known in major newspapers and periodicals, was upset by my so-called birthday. He collected all the topics I wrote and rearranged them into a delicate and elegant poem. When you look carefully, its exquisiteness and ingenuity are praised by your palm and your heart.

His poems reveal an ethereal Zen and silence, as well as deep thinking and understanding of life. Every time I comment, I can read between his lines that a leisurely walk is comfortable and calm, and a cloud is comfortable and indifferent. His elegant and steady but humorous talk, as well as his enthusiasm and sincerity for his friends, all make people feel inexplicably warm and moved. And the ink flowing from a pen is enough to slowly sing lonely and light clouds, and then make a sky empty and dust-free.

Xiang's poems are passed down from mouth to mouth in major mainstream circles in a beautiful and meaningful style. He said that when he raised his glass, he gracefully dipped the red maple on the ground in the fragrant chrysanthemum yellow. When he said his blessing, he warmed a crescent moon and filled it with pure wind and dew. He said that the dancing shadow is only for the beauty of water, and he said that the scattered rain is only for washing away the clouds on earth. His poems are full of tenderness and tenderness, and his brushwork can't describe the deep and graceful feelings in this life.

What he writes most is moonlight and falling flowers, and that bunch of homesickness has been deeply rooted in this life. Among his works, Jiangnan has the most pen and ink. There are waterside pavilions soaked by continuous drizzle, and there are poetic dreams of Ziyan rolling over Cambridge. I met him in the peach blossom and apricot color in March. I splashed water on the 24 th Bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, and he rolled up the misty rain in Ningbo at the bridge head. Laugh, the ink cloud is drunk, and the feeling is strong.

Fish and fish have been with me from beginning to end. Many times, I can't help thinking of that lovely girl. I have to admit that this is a brave and maverick woman with complex and profound thoughts, charming temperament and gentleness. She wrote about a world completely subverted by reality, a sky that I have never set foot on. There, there is the greatest weakness and fantasy of human nature, as well as deep loss and enchanting beauty to the extreme.

Look at her words, just like a black and white light and shadow, venting the gloomy and profound lack of chaos. Looking at her words, she will always fall into an invisible net in an instant. That feeling is like being put aside in the darkest and most decadent corner, asking her soul again and again, trying to wake up her eyes again and again, hoping to find the softest corner in her heart. Her writing has always been a profound and painful shock, giving people flashy and illusory charm.

What kind of woman is this, and what thrilling dream has she experienced? I don't know. All I know is that those big sunglasses cover up her inner entanglement and depth, covering up all her past and past. Outside of words, she always plays with her friends with a charming smile and a playful and free-spirited attitude. I know our styles are completely different, and I dare not touch those gloomy and decadent things that go deep into my bones easily, but what does it matter? It is enough to write down your own feelings and appreciate each other.

There are so many friends, familiar and unfamiliar, who stay here again and again, leaving a congratulations or a wish for my birthday. For example, Ji Zi, a simple-minded, optimistic and strong woman, suffers unspeakable pain and bitterness every day, but always laughs at every hardship in her life and writes a beautiful and warm picture with her eyes. Meeting such a woman is the most beautiful and best encounter in life, and it is also worth caring and cherishing for life.

Thank many good friends, or leave messages with posts or send blessings from afar. Although it is only a short sentence, it has written the sincerity and warmth at the other end of the picture. I know that no matter what form you and I come and go in a hurry or hook up with each other, the word will be widely spread in the rivers and lakes. On a certain day in a certain year, you and I will breeze at our fingertips and bid farewell to the prosperous past and youth in the world of mortals.

Time flies and flowers fade. If possible, I would only remember the calmness of the trees in the rivers and mountains, the leisure and gentleness of a pillow of books, which made my eyes wander outside the noise and move forward silently with my dreams. I only hope that this short time will be divided into many pieces that cannot be spliced, reflecting each other's rest of life and happiness.

I know that I am only the smallest dust in the world. The misfortune of life lies in that people become more ordinary and close to humble, and gradually lose their true colors in trivial customs. In this long life, what attitude should we take to draw the truest and most perfect stroke for ourselves, so as to live up to each other's fleeting time and dreams? I think, only Mo Yun's deep and shallow paper, and the investment of a paragraph of words, can tell the gaudy love in this life.

I know that at this moment of my birthday, there is a book sleeve that you sketched for me, a cool pillow that you spilled for me, and a joy and touch that you infected for me. I know the scenery. With the words you met in your dream, I will never feel lonely or lonely in the long night. I believe we will go further and further. I know you are sincere along the way, and you will have no regrets in this life!