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Distant pagoda on the long-standing wind chimes, fluctuations in the long-term vicissitudes of life, ancient, with a little sensitive. A touch of sunset on the horizon, in the heart of a moon, so sit on the edge of the water, Ren Shan Green, interpretation of the ancient lingering. Like a part of the walk, like a person, walking through the mountains and green, see the great natural workmanship, see the time on the rocks through the imprinted. Nature, is a volume without words of classics, so diffuse not all heart, put her Austrian righteousness in the universe between, faint, Ruoyouruowu. Silent relative, psychosomatic empty, inadvertently, often epiphany surprise.

Like a person to read, hold a book, in the Mountain forest, sit on the SAT, pull a setaria, a faint wild flowers, in the Huaxiangniaoyu to read the text to dissipate the faint ink fragrance. or bamboo cane sandals, or green shirt robes, through the streets of the book, through a time and space, in the Book of Tears, in the Book of Joy, in the book changed the role. In harmony with nature, dialogue with the soul of the book, naturally in each plant grass. Each flower, is a soul in the language alone, gradually approached, attentive listening, you will hear the beautiful whisper.

The Stars and the Moon is silent attention, palms and the back of the hand touch left tenderness, all in this faint, enjoy the taste of loneliness. At this time, sorrow, is also a kind of beauty. Loneliness is also a kind of beauty. Vicissitudes, but also a kind of beauty. Quiet, but also a kind of beauty. The heart gradually calm down, the expectation faint, the memory faint, the wind faint, the fragrance of flowers, faint. A Daisy mountain, a pool of eyes, a hook crescent, a few of the eaves, a few Poles Xiuzhu, a few old trees, several Han, there is a profound artistic conception. The heart with the Hirano, a large shortage of income, eliminate in the spacious. Slowly son, seamless to no desire, simple cheerful, simple existence, simple national.

To the light, a person, a book, a roll, a bamboo stick, a broken and shoes. Silenced, will read to the book without rhyme, will read to No word, will road to no road. All the cleverness, all is silly. All the thoughts are quiet. and nature in one, there will be water-like continuous, cloud-like chic, wind-like freedom. Without me, nothing, no Buddha, nothing, nothing, all-encompassing, no hindrance. Precipitation, calm, calm, free and easy, there is no binding, nothing can apprehensions. A stalemate is far away, the heart is quiet, the chaos is far away, life is simple, independent, not lonely. Isolated, not alone. The world, there is no all the wrong, there is no absolute right, not persistent, but fire. After understanding the sun, it is the wind and rain. After the rain, it is sunny. The most beautiful rainbow, always hanging in the space after the storm. After the day, it is the night. After night, it is dawn again. After the winter, it is spring. These cycles are repeated, but they are the norm of life, the natural rule.

Like a person, faint, quiet on a window. Writing very little, faint feelings. Listen to a piece of music, a cup of tea, write a few words, and 35 old friends, the sky, across the screen. Some is a month bright calm, a person as easy as chrysanthemum, not anxious not impatient, tepid, play is not the heartbeat, but a steady and precipitation of human life. Destined to encounter our soul partners, tightly hug, life, promised to change, the world changes, still do not increase, not dirty, not to go, deathless, that love, that sentiment, more than the secular, even beyond the body, sublimation into the Pure land. One's life is a long wait and quest, looking for the one who can bring your soul into heaven. Usually inadvertently, in your heart to present, oh, originally you are here, originally did not get rid of.

This is the edge, Yangshi of the edge, no one can say that the city to come, the going will go, in fact there is a thing, never again and again, that is their heart. Everything in the heart of life, the heart of all things out, I handwritten my heart, my heart as natural, love me, I love, will slowly exposed, thousands of miles, through time and space. A white cloud, elegant, a shadow of the Moon, peace, a wisp of ink incense, fragrant. A pot of moonlight, if it's a paradox. Long Moon breeze, don't need a money to buy. Light and unrestrained, faint of ease, faint of the Qing Huan, a faint yearning, such as an old song, floating on the river dangerous. Mortals Rise and fall, dim light Shake, such as Swaiiow, sit on the futon, love not disorderly, heart not hyperactivity.

Ming Yun Mushroom lian, sorrow and quiet elegance. Flowers full yard, lonely open fall. The sky is complex, the Earth far-reaching, the United States of Eternity, in Italy, alone drunk that window of romance.

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