It is not easy to have a confidant in life, so you can cherish it.

When people grow up, there will be a kind of despair at the end of the day. As a child, I thought it was a deep secret. What else can people use to save themselves? Seeding and harvesting Thinking, suffering ......

Beautiful things make me silence and joy, too beautiful things make me helpless despairBecause it is a combination of the pity and the self.

Maybe it's because of nature.

Life is warm and spiritual because of its beautiful existence. The beauty and goodness are slowly gaining traction, Infiltrated the soul, at that moment, we will have the most beautiful ordinary, the most prosperous and simple, The most vivid and peaceful.

He lives in a downtown area. During the city's day, there are too many illusion and void, and it is easy to break down., Easy to split, easy to pain. I have a hard time talking about the path to displacement..

Noisy tall buildings, noisy traffic, surging crowds, strange faces...... I looked at the city in a hurry, in fear, in suspicion, in disorder, in a hurry like a stunned fish.We are looking for something so greedy, but what we are looking for may be hidden in the darkAnd we can only look in the light, even if God can see our heartsAnd cannot know what we think! The city is so barrenThe only thing that can save us, maybe after a utilitarian life, I accidentally heardThe long-neglected beauty is that you have found a temporary apartment for your dry-up soul.

It was the first day of the new year, and I heard it-a friend sent a short clip from his E-M.The self-blown flute.

Tell me why I like a voice? For example, music is sometimes like a trap.And I am the one who is willing to fall into it. Crossing the forest and encountering your ownAbyss. I often imagine the place where this music came from in the dark-it should be a deep lake.? The secret behind the night is infinite, right?
What I see clearly, this sound reflects the blue flame in the depths of my soul.

The power of music makes me realize that I am humble, and I am willing to be as small as grassZhuang.

The legendary genie is not easy to see, only when you are really waiting. God gave her the magic to speak with notes, and sent the warmth through the breezeAnd magic, you can feel it only when you open your mind and listen carefully. Soothing fluteWithout the sea of surprises, a little magic, but gently touched a desire heart.
A kind of familiar beauty, satisfying my little crush on music, and satisfying my excellentThe legend of the spirit of infinite imagination. I like the flute. From this moment on ......

The flute sound is soft, clear, and wide: the middle and high-pitched areas are as bright as the first ray of sunshine in the morning; Moonlight in the bass Area;
He is also good at the colorful music festival and has a rich set of playing skills.Law is an important solo instrument-this is the note about the flute in the book.

It is far more than that.

Such as the full moon night, spring breeze. Imagine that you have a single drink thousands of miles away.In the spring and autumn of your body, the mighty poet raised his head and looked at the moon: The moon is flowing above the water, and the stars seem to fall rather than fall. I can imagine: The Mask of the water gives you the qualification to be elegant.

In this way, let the flute touch you inadvertently, clean, Liaoyuan, and a little bit like the skySprinkling flowers, quiet gentle float tired fade. Clear eyes hidden in the cold roomTears.

This is the darkness in my soul. The pictures in my imagination suddenly give me a long-lasting feeling..

I feel a little cool water drops, from the far and quiet bottom of my heart.

The body also seems to sink, slowly shaking, slowly eager to pull his hand and dance with it. At this time, there is no need for comfort. It has captured my grief.In its arms, I want to sleep quietly.

But I don't really want to fall asleep. With the melting and lonely flute, I seem to have walked into a child. I sat quietly at the window. It seems that I am still in the water.And held me up ......

I suddenly remembered the night when I lived in the mountains. A person quietly ran from the Zen Room in the backyard to the Buddha in the main hall.The temple, the silly people quietly in, this is a leather bag, eat is the world fireworksThis intrusion makes me feel like Lin Chong is a hacker. I can be born in a flash.Dead.

No lights. But the Zen fragrance is full, and Magnolia is swaying.

Sit quietly on the puton and look at the dark Buddha statues. There is sunlight in the airCool taste. At night, only the watch is hidden in the dark. So that leisurely is more clearQuiet. Smile and wonder if Buddha is also selfish, hiding the soft sunshine of a day, So that ordinary people can go to bed and enjoy it exclusively.

Think of what I remember when I read Buddhist Scriptures: I eat while eating and go to bed.You don't have to worry about anything. The friend smiled and said, "You have such a music school.. I thought it was. "

My heart is so cool: I want to know how many people's knees and how many common people's wishes are on the puton.
. Fireworks have all been smoked and destroyed by the Bodhisattva, but it is still a bit confusing.. For example, love is like a miracle, and it is expected to be hurt.In the red dust, how many people have lived, how many people have died, and how many people have fully realized it?

The old promise and passion have faded from the corners of my eyes to sandfield many years later.Once young and frivolous with sharp edges and corners, there is no eye-catching pride in timeLike a butterfly flying across the sea, staring at the stranded beach with a gloomy desire. Go back, Always can only see long hair rotating in the wind and then leak down, like all the stories from the openFrom the beginning to the end, the calm is powerless and difficult to change.

The style of passing through the hall is a little lonely. Maybe all I need in my life is a good cup of tea orIt's a string of lacquer-breaking beads hidden in the dark ......

Shanfeng study. I was immersed in the flute, a solo in Swan Lake.. The heart suddenly becomes weak. "If a prince falls in love with the swan, The swan will change back to the princess and people. "Yes, maybe I should believe it.In the end, there is a huge power in the world. You should reject allBut you shouldn't reject her. Even if you get together for a short time, you may miss her for a long time.

This night, the flute has been floating for a long time, and I have been hiding in fairy tales for a long time. I know that in front of meAmong the countless lights, I have missed one. I also know that I have passed by in a hurry during the day.Among them, I remember one. We can live in music. Fuhai, ship song, As well as the moist taste and quiet moon. We feel each other silently ......

However, I also know that the path of two people is only in conflictTime is powerless. When the door was leaning back, the red ones were cherries and green ones.And it's still banana ......

In the quiet night, the flute is sometimes deep, sometimes delicate, sometimes broad, and sometimes calm, Wrapped me up.

I pondered, searched, and purified, and the wandering wind has crossed the lines of the woods.The light mist rises, and the moonlight, like water, passes through the seven flute holes.The surrounding air is infiltrated, and the emotion will gradually change from hard to soft in this infiltration.And exquisite.

I will tell you this feeling slowly, and then add that when you are lonely, you will occasionally listen to the "Night Song"", But some music is not easy to listen to, too sober.

Living in the bustling city, you have to have a red mood.

It's midnight. The sound of the flute passes through the gentle and quiet surface of the notes.As if a thousand years of time and space, I feel a bumpy and wandering spirit.Travel.

The music of the sky makes the starry night almost have the texture that can be touched.. It seems like a long history of memories, such as the wind, gently blowing from the hill covered with grass.

It is finally clear that over the years, the ups and downs of the Four Seasons in the cold winter, live in the red dust rushOnly a few people may notice that the source of life has never stopped.......

I have read a story that hides some shocking but innocent cruelty --

Once upon a time, a child took the child home and wanted to know how the child was born into a butterfly.

A few days later, there was a small crack in the cocoon, and the butterfly was struggling., The body seems to be stuck with something and has been stuck. The child is in a hurry.He used scissors to open the upper case and wanted to help the butterfly. However, although this unfinished butterflyHowever, the constraint was removed, but the wings gradually collapsed. After struggling for a long time, they died.

How can a naive child know that a butterfly must be struggling in a cocoonUntil its wings are strong, they can break out ......

From plain to happiness to plain, from calm to pain to calm, from ordinary to passionIn this ordinary life, it is not like a butterfly transformation? Looking back at the uglinessThink about your emotions and the beauty of the future.Butterfly, Fly. Although it was hurt, it was finally beautiful.

In the flute sound, the lines are far away, and the mountains and rivers that have been around for thousands of years. When the wind is blank, the autumn rain is full. Who holds the Lotus and song, and the water rises out of the dustA slow word makes me sleep forever ......

It is really difficult to have a confidant in life. If you cherish it, you will have a permanent feeling.

When one day the dust will go, whose Peach Blossom, whose smoke will be buried and whose pagoda will not be with me againRelated.

What about it? If you are a woman, you are willing to listen to the gap of the surging river flow.See the scent of camphor tree to write some text that is not flushed by water. Just likeThe love in "aganzheng Chuan" is as casual: no ideal, no imagination. Maybe some are just a lingering spirit ......

That's it. Sometimes the days are fairy tales, telling stories that have been around for a long time.Most of the days are not fairy tales. They retell the stories that everyone knows.The rivers flow naturally. After the storm, the system will be calm ......

I like a person in such a thick night, lit with sandalwood, quiet in the smogListen to the flute: Sometimes the flute is as ethereal as a soul, and sometimes it should be precious and torn apart.Sound, sometimes the flute is a wound, I think, who is it talking about?What is slight pain? Sometimes the cool flute has the silence of looking back after a thousand sails.Interpreting life. As a result, I was slowly moved in the cracked notes.

It's like drizzle, like a lover's eyes.

Imagine that after many years, I may be able to become a vine. Only simple greenAnd climb forever along the lines of your palm. And then the stars in your eyesDuo. But more often I think of myself as a tree. Especially at nightA person is standing in the dark. I feel the branches stretching out of my body are in the dark.Swaying and breathing, the inner voice carries the Light of the fire, along the branches and veins from differentIn the dark ......

Life is like this. Watermarks flow like fireworks, and those lonely groups of wind.