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Guzheng dingdong, a sound, like the morning bell and dusk drum sounded several dreams in the world, evoking a few of the most true memories, is the dust of the past, blowing the long wind of the pampera, swept through my slightly confused heart, a difficult to find tranquility into a seed, implanted in my heart, I should be pious to worship, let it flourish into a towering tree. Erhu melodious, bursts of dust, like a thousand-year-old dust, drifting fairy wind and clear bones, brushing away the dirt in my heart, those sorrows and joys, it will generate a meteor, flash a trace, and fall into the vast universe. Looking back at the old dreams of the end of the world, I only listen to the smoke and a little weeping dust.

The night is like water, the music is like water, wetting my meager sleeves, is it sultry, or is it fun?

I sat there quietly, hearing the sound of raindrops overhead, and at this time the sound was better than the silence, and I felt immeasurable joy in my heart, as if I had drunk the fairy dew and inhaled Daigo, and I had a great sense of fluttering immortality. This sound is slow and urgent, sometimes high and low, sometimes loud and sometimes heavy, intermittent, sometimes such as golden sound and jade vibration, sometimes such as Huang Zhong Da Lu, sometimes such as big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, sometimes such as red and white hu sinking into the sea, sometimes such as playing the prime, sometimes like dancing thunderbolts, sometimes like a hundred birds contending, sometimes like a rabbit falling into the eagle up, I think about it, I can't help myself, my heart is full of joy, and the wind is born at the bottom of the pen. The dead words seem to come alive, and I seem to be overflowing with youthful vitality again.

I have rarely had such a spiritual state in my life, and it is even more difficult for outsiders to be human.

Ye Tingcheng's "Whose Heart, Hung in the Rain and Forgot to Collect" I feel more after reading the full text.

I shuddered and took out the two Three Gorges stones from my arms, and in the warm chrysanthemum background, I was still the same peaceful old gentleman: "You know? On that day, I bought these two Three Gorges stones for you, and I always felt that they should be, me and you, when we are old.

In the past few days, I have been keeping it close to my body every day, which is my second heart. Now, for you, in the future, no matter what you become, as long as I know my heart, I will know you. ”

My heart, my warm heart, was held in my hand cautiously, but she took a step back and gently pushed my hand away: "It takes a lot of courage to wait, and I can't afford to be hurt again." Amon, don't give me hope, disappointment is the most bitter medicine in the world.

She got up, "I'm leaving." ”

I wanted to hold her tightly and tell her that the earth will never grow old, and the sky will not be barren, just like the true feelings of the earth. And the whistle urged one after another, and she had such a resolute figure in the heavy rain, but the moment she turned around, her face was blurred......

No matter what kind of call and heartbreak there are on the ship, the ship will always leave the shore in the heavy rain, walk in the long river of time, gradually drift away, and gradually disappear on the horizon of fate.

All the water will eventually flow to the sea, but can all the separated people have a time to reunite?

And whose heart is it, hanging in the rain and forgetting to collect it?

The night was quiet, and in the face of a window of night, I couldn't help but feel some ripples in my heart. I dive inside myself and explore the sky of my own.

The blue sky waited quietly, waiting for the passage of time, waiting for the arrival of a more violent night. He was like a serene old man, forever smiling slightly. Those loving eyes sent a warm current, accompanied by bursts of fragrance.

The night continues to erode the blue sky, trying to subvert the world and make it a permanent black territory. Lan Tian only trembled slightly, still maintaining the graceful arc of the corners of his mouth, silently bearing all this. He opened his wide arms to welcome the guests.

Whether it's the night, or the unfriendliness of the wind, or the dependence of the stars.

Before I knew it, a chill hit me, and the night was already very deep. I firmly told myself that I must let that piece of the sky inside me be forever!

The autumn of this page has a little sad thought, it has been close to the days of firewood, rice, oil and salt. It seems to bring some rain, a little cool wind, and a sad air to slowly approach us. After the rain, the air is filled with the smell of yellowing herbs and the fragrant aroma of osmanthus flowers.

Walking under the osmanthus tree on the side of the road, there is a petal that has been mixed with the soil of the sprinkled osmanthus, some rain is mixed, some soil is wrapped, but it still can't stop its bursts of fragrance, as if it has experienced the baptism of last night's storm, even if defeated, it is still strong to reveal the last wisp of fragrance.

The sunlight on the trees is still so bright and warm. Even though the night before, the tree grew inch by inch in the fresh air and abundant sunlight. With the drops of dew left by last night's rain, in the bright sunshine, it seems to be a girl who has just come out of the bath, and the beauty makes people want to paint a picture.

I couldn't help but stop, but didn't I think of my own journey? My way, inevitably encountered some imperfect episodes in this ordinary day. Sometimes I'm a husky singer, I can't sing in an elegant tune, but I rehearse, sing, and show with the most simple effort and the most pious heart.

Suddenly understand this osmanthus tree, which in front of a page of autumn, we all have an undefeated beauty, that is a kind of strength.

The autumn on this page is written with the beauty that I am reluctant to turn over in a hurry. It has gradually melted into the mind of life's journey. Let me wear the badge of this autumn and hold on to a serenity in the noisy crowd.

With the elegance of this autumn, smelling the fragrance of this autumn, we maintain a bearing, a persistence, and a pursuit in the complicated world.