When a kind of beauty, beauty has made people feel at a loss, they have to dance with their hands, and they have to do it; when it is plain, it is too light for people to taste, and it has to be sighed and praised. You are willing to be indifferent, willing to be dull, self-sufficient, only wishing to butterfly in the dream and happy, only wishing to follow the circling of the Peng people floating in the world, not willing to be tired of the state, do not want to be tied to the world, you will Like the faint and fragrant mineral water of the sweet Arpel Rings, it gives people a desperate life, gives people peace and fare, gives people a detached foreign object, I want to touch your clothes, but touch the clear at the fingertips. The cool and soft spring water is originally such a taste. I can’t get rid of the sweet temptation, I can’t forget the bitter or sweet mellow,
I have no choice but to see your calm and watery eyes, clear and sturdy, long and far away. Gently shake the cup in the hand, look at the light green tea or needle or piece, suddenly up and down, surrounded by, floating and floating, changing the position of different places, trying to find the best balance point of their own. I am so anxious that I often wait for the tea to soak, and then gently blow the cup, and drive the 漾-漾-漾 tea vortex to see the tea gather and disperse, but helplessly separate.呷-Small mouth tea, Ren Qingqing shallow bitterness swaying between the tongue, filling the throat. After that, deep inspiration – tone, the full fragrance of the lips, spread in the lungs, washed away – cut tired and indifferent. People seem to be drunk, and they don’t want to wake up for a long time. It is night, the tea is full of room, the cup of tea is changed from light to thick, floating and sinking, gathering and dispersing, and bitterness and fragrance are slowly realized: life is like tea. Everyone has a heart – Wang Qingquan, wash your soul and nourish your life. It was only because of the trivial life in daily life that she had concealed her ringing sound and made her clear and transparent. The night is quiet and the sky is silent. At this moment, you can unload the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden, and truly examine yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear – silky and crisp. This is the first true and beautiful poem. Like Ganlin, like the spring breeze, soft and gentle. The moon hidden star is now, dew and light. At this time, you can face the naked conscience and walk out of the worldly box. In the height of the soul, you finally feel that the wave is bound to move. This is a true song of goodness and beauty! Like Haoyue, like Qiuyang, indifferent and quiet.