The beauty of classic radio: calligraphy and pen and ink leave a rhyme and fragrance for years.
Whenever the lights at home are dim at night, after a busy day, I unload my fatigue, close the doors and windows, lightly block all external interference and noise, abandon the intrigue between people, and get rid of all glitz and irritability. In the quiet night, don't love the world of mortals, one person, one book and one tea, in the book of tea and ink.
There are poems in the belly, and the most important thing is that books can go far. I like words, and I like to quietly taste the beauty of books. In the book with fragrant words, I am full of inner tenderness, faint ink fragrance, lingering romance, lingering in the beautiful Tang poetry and Song poetry, and grateful for the light and shadow of the years.
Idle holding poetry and calligraphy ink, the words are fragrant and fragrant. I envy the inaction in Lao Tzu's heart, which is the free and easy way; There is no higher mountain than those who love Wang Guozhen, and there is no heroic life with a longer road than feet; The wind is thin, the rain is thin, the plum is thin and the acacia is thin. Miss Xu Zhimo waved her sleeves without taking away a wonderful artistic conception of a cloud; Obsessed with Qiong Yao's misty rain, there is a beautiful woman's sad love on the water side.
I love books, mountains and rivers, and cultivate sentiment. Whenever my inspiration is empty, I take a breeze and wander leisurely among the green grass in Shan Ye, watching the world of mortals look like daisies. Flying over Shan Lan, smelling the fragrance of green grass, the years are long, wild cranes are flying overhead, and the inspiration is also in this cool mountain, which is layered and prosperous.
A book is drunk and a word is elegant. The woman who loves words, loves the lonely fragrance in the book, loves the tenderness and affection in the words, and always exudes a kind of scholarly beauty between gestures. This kind of beauty is a shocking inner temperament beauty, an elegant and refined beauty. A woman who likes the word "happiness" is warm in Jing Ya. She was as light as a cloud in life and suffered humiliation. In the bustling world, Avon is lonely and calm. Women who like Chinese characters know how to taste life and art best. I prefer a poem, an ink, a mouthful of fragrant tea, listening to the wind, rain and falling flowers. I like being alone in a corner, savoring the tranquility and remembering some pleasant and romantic stories, such as water feelings, dignified temperament and profound connotations, which always penetrate into words and manners inadvertently. I like to read the faint book fragrance in my own space, let my thoughts set foot on the pen tip, sing softly in the ink fragrance and cook ink in the book. Raise your eyebrows to express your thoughts. In a silent world, push away the dust of the world and weave the past of the world of mortals into a dream. At the level of shallow ink, let the ink fade, let the words spread, and let the beautiful scenery and worries, beauty and vicissitudes in your heart fill the words, day after day, year after year.
Beautiful prose of classic radio: who will read such a promise?
Just like the first time, I cherish love. At that glance, I was stunned by my beauty. A little light sand, ten thousand kinds of exquisite beauty. If you don't live up to expectations, you will never sleep. Pipa, the ancient road is intimate, and the road is gloomy. Mo Qing Lane, farewell to you.
Writing without words, eyes stagnant, want to talk about the past. Sparse autumn scenery, when the worms don't talk, when things are different, and when they don't leave a message?
One step in the maple forest, falling flowers and trees, autumn Dan, sing this autumn. The noise infected the mortal world, and Qiu Feng's rustling dance drifted away from the obsession of reincarnation, quietly falling into the dust of nirvana, reborn and returning to its true nature. The vein of fallen leaves is the memory of the vicissitudes of time, and the promise of Huashu is that Feng Dan floats away without regrets. Late autumn,,, blowing Xiao Feng, talking about a promise, who will read it?
At dusk, pavilions, cool breeze, withered vines and birds singing are extremely tragic. In the past, when the moon was low, we greeted each other. She reappeared several times with the disappearance of dawn. It's time to make a promise, wait thousands of miles, miss and guard.
The rain fell as shallow as leaving a wound. Sauvignon Blanc, cold heart, who knows? Flowers are lonely, and nights are cold and lonely. If you promise and love, who will watch? Prosperity is far away, climb the attic, buckle the strings and sing. May you say goodbye forever and never forget each other.
How many promises, how many wishes, can't be said, or do you want to give up? Young dreams, green hearts, hate yourself, but fear that it is not what you want, is it the right choice or a lifelong regret?
Break your promise and your oath. Heartbroken glass lamp, emotional butterfly dance. Good promises are gradually forgotten, forgotten, and forgotten each other's past.
Thinking, messy; Read, float away. Autumn night, no sleep. Lying on the moon bed, describing zhanghua is so promising, and I feel sad that the night is still young.
I remember my graduation message was lyrical and literary, but I never promised it. Waiting is the hardest time. It may be comfortable to give up everything. Looking back, caring, promising, paying dust, staying in the vicissitudes of life. Only sandalwood, the warm palm of the letter bead, warm current, dependence. ...
Time boiled the rain, time flew, and we met that summer. If, Xu Zhinuo.
Flowers bloom in dreams, waiting for your arrival, your wish.
Holding your hand, accompanying your son, your promise.
A few silly tears melt into the clear autumn, and a little more makeup embellishment will surprise you. Drunk dream, dream curtain, dream promise. This dream, condensed, shattered, finally paid in vain, and finally surprised the dream. Shen, Shen; In Hezhou, singing; Clear pool lotus rhyme, flowing, fighting for crossing, crossing back to get together.
Who would read such a promise?
Obsession, the country fell. Cao Zhi chanted about the love affair between Luoshui and Iraqis, indulging in washing thousands of articles with jade, and his quotations were graceful. Forget this world, time will not pass, and there will be no troubles. I just want to be with you. I'll wait for you for a lifetime, and I'll spend the rest of my life in splendor and memory, so I agreed.
Friendship lasts forever. How can the true meaning of life be affected in this world?
Deep love, clean water without trace, where is the dust noise?
Looking at each other, the road blocks the river. Who is the soul of this world?
Shadows flow in the cold pool and tears fall in the rain. Leaning against the window is sad. Who is singing when the old city is lonely? The curtain rolls the west wind and yellow flowers, which are cool and clear, and do not forget each other. A farewell song is a dream, empty. This song, sad and euphemistic, has a long lasting appeal. Who hurts when you are drunk?
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