I know that in this world, the gentleness of your ink and the fragrance of your words, thousands of mountains and rivers, can never match the fragrance of a pen, the gentle writing, the long love...——Quote

A glass of still water gently freezes the season. The afternoon sun slants lazily through the wooden lattice, quiet, warm and bright. The gentle wind blows across the waves, dragging the overlapping dust particles and light shadows with the faint scent of flowers, conveying the soft and cool breath to each other. If time can really flow deeply, I would like to enjoy a moment of tranquility in this hustle and bustle, and let the autumn picture hanging on the wall sneak into my heart.

October gradually fades away in the cool charm of this paper. Autumn is like the floating clouds outside the window, which are as light as light marks. They are spread out with clear brightness and light blue depth. One or two pieces of withered yellow that followed the wind calmly and calmly fell into the cracks of the years in the silence of the afternoon, and finally returned to the dust.

The shiny and light green green tea exudes a delicate fragrance in the plain colored glass cup. The slender veins of the leaves gradually become full and unfurled, like branches of exquisite emerald green jasper, with tidal thoughts floating in the water. Then a green shadow lingered gracefully on the lips and teeth, leaving a lingering fragrance.

It was you who said that green tea is anti-radiation, and I, under your unchanging gaze with a smile, also learned to make a cup for myself every day, and without realizing it, it became a habit. So I like to stay alone in a quiet place under the moon-white screen window, hold a scroll of books, gently twist the time, and let the days pass by calmly in the palm of my hand. Let the sea of ??snail-green green soak up the slightly moist and quiet past. Thinking of you is full of warmth and sweetness.

Perhaps, the change of this season has nothing to do with the blooming and falling of flowers and leaves, and the watch in the heart has nothing to do with the rolling clouds. The coolness of autumn and the thoughts of that curtain of blue have been quietly gathered between my eyebrows, rooted in the sparse hedgerows, letting the autumn smoke and the long wind blow. Leaning on the head of the bed, next to the pillow, there is a half-open and half-closed clear song, gathering together the sweet cotton wool in the heart and a pillow of autumn fragrance. My eyes are filled inch by inch with the love that penetrates my bones and the flying catkins of pen and ink.

Perhaps at this moment, in the still sound of your waves, your thoughts are as light as clouds, just like me, you have condensed an afternoon of silence and an undisturbed waiting into the most beautiful thing in this life. Picture scroll. I know that in this pure tacit understanding and tranquility, I will let the half-covered curtains be melted by the breeze, let all my longings and hopes come out, and let your name finally bloom into thousands of strands of love beside my pillow. If possible, please allow me to brush away the chaotic worldly dust, allowing you to slowly emerge from my words, and let the dust settle on the diffuse and tenderness of the brocade sleeves of the book. As for Zimo Xianchen, she is willing to meet all the friends she invites with words in this life with a smile.

Click on your favorite Qianqianjingting, and the dreamy music flows like water, spreading through every corner of the room. The jumping notes on the black and white keys blend into the beautiful room little by little. The moisturizing and refreshing fragrance. The ticking of the fingertips on the keyboard is like a clear stream deep in the flowing clouds, wading through the long traces of time, with waterfalls of jade flying. When the wind blows by, sit quietly and listen to the sound of the pipa bouncing around.

In the past few days, I have received congratulatory posts and messages from friends one after another. Whether they are poems, prose or music and paintings, they all carry agarwood’s thoughts and best wishes. Like the meandering green radish in summer, like the orchid in the empty valley filled with moonlight, each word touches the fluorescent screen and spreads out, each word and sentence is filled with the anniversary of my birth. Sister Chu Fan's "Staying with You, Thousand Years of Destiny" is in the delicate flower note, quietly singing this dream of Yiwang with the sincerity of elegance and autumn.

I thought that I was on the edge of complicated materialistic desires, and I had already seen through all the vicissitudes of sorrow and joy in the world, and learned to pretend to be indifferent and strong; I thought that I was that indifferent woman who would never feel unreasonable and unreasonable again. Inexplicably sentimental. However, when the timeless and delicate strokes of ink bloom with a subtle fragrance at the fingertips, the mottled crystal in the eyes finally penetrates the world of this word, and is shaken bit by bit by the wind-like love.

"Who cares about Hui Zhilan's heart? I compose poems and tell all the fate. Thousands of ties of love are thrown away, and I fly away with a slight smile." When I recited it carefully, the talented man thought about it. After a long time, Fang Miao wrote this moment of butterfly falling in love with a flower, and the unparalleled touch and joy came over him like a tide. For a moment, I almost wanted to doubt that I was really the woman walking in the faint rhyme of words, with a lilac-like sadness and peerless youth, with jade bones and ice skin, and a lot of charm.

Although I know clearly that such words are just their compliments, which are always too much. But I still couldn't hide my inner joy, and I still couldn't help but correspond myself to the meaning word for word. I secretly thought that if I could walk through the azure mist and rain in plain clothes and lose the color of the dynasty and the bright moon opposite, then the comings and goings and the gathering and dispersing of clouds in the world of mortals would be imbued with the fragrant ink paper and the memories of my life. Love allows me to embrace the regretlessness and tenderness of a butterfly dream, and sleep peacefully with the beauty of falling flowers on my pillow.

It’s just that it’s not just because of this. When I learned that this Shangxiaque, which is comparable to that of famous artists, was the result of repeated discussions with Yanyan and others under the lamp. It was the result of careful consideration and argumentation in accordance with the rules. It was the result of the two sides of the screen that had never been seen before. Several people we met discussed together until late at night and when they were finally satisfied and each other was happy with the result, my heart suddenly surged with soft and untouchable emotions, and I was so moved.

Isn't this just a collection of words and rhymes? It's more than just a few long and short sentences. Behind those gentle smiles of mutual concern, there are clearly sincerity and blessings full of affection, a meticulousness and rigor that respects the ancient charm, a unique friendship in life and a flowery legend!

That noble and elegant woman like plum blossoms, with a light green background and a melodious and clear music of the zheng, clasped her hands together and sang blessings, I wish I could hold her jade-like face and pure heart. tight. I know that in the mist where the water and the sky meet, there is your youthful beauty in the green water and the cold dew of the proud frost and snow. I know that there is no need for deliberate acquaintance and understanding between us. Oh, I always remember that agreement, and I firmly believe that our affection can bloom as elegance and nobility as a lily among the barriers of words. I know that when we stand in front of each other, with a knowing smile, we will recognize each other at a glance, and then we will interlock our fingers and embrace each other affectionately. Yes, I look forward to having such an alluring appointment with no regrets in this life.

"I love the orchid's unique fragrance, and I don't like the color to beautify the spring sun. The west wind is cold and the dew is deep in the forest, even if there is no one, it still smells fragrant." This poem about orchids was written by Sister Ziwei some time ago. Inscription written on my birthday. Due to various reasons, my sister was temporarily away for a few days. In order not to miss my birthday, she wrote a congratulatory message long ago. She wrote it for me with simple, elegant and graceful words, and settled on a piece of agarwood blessing for my birthday.

This woman with a bright and warm smile has always been walking in the world of words with her accumulated maturity and wisdom. His delicate, gentle, peaceful and friendly writing style depicts every emotion in life, and the calmness and beauty of smiling at life. The words are simple and sincere yet full of elegance and elegance, and the fragrance of ink fills your hands, making the world's strangers disappear in an instant. I know that at this moment, the plain paper wetted by the rain is light in writing, but full of emotion.

Brother Fengzhu, who is known as a carefree man, once became a hot talent of NetEase with his romantic and graceful writing style and clear and pure poems. Every time I read his unique and quiet magnificence, I will always be intoxicated by his wonderful rhymes and clear sounds and Huanhua paintings. And the verses he picked up at his fingertips will always follow our words, coming and going in a leisurely manner, leaving only a touch of light underneath with his elegant small regular script, leaving behind an inexplicable touch and joy.

This talented man with great literary talent but always low-key, sincere and warm-hearted to his friends. He used an inkstone to splash ink and started writing in autumn. He wrote three ancient poems for me in one breath. The smooth and brilliant prose, the sparkling and elegant verses, the clearness of the breeze and the pale moon, and the ethereal Zen heart of clouds and water, make people completely integrate into the beautiful and quiet place he slowly unfolds for us. I know that such indifferent and sudden tranquility is our deep and persistent pursuit in this life.

What moved me the most was Brother Tan Ke. He said: "Girl, it is never too late for a gentleman to repay his kindness after ten years. When you have your birthday, I will definitely send you my most sincere greetings and blessings!" Yes, he has always been paying attention to the updates of my words. He has always been describing the day that belongs to me. He has always been behind the changes in my life and emotions, with constant encouragement and encouragement. Support and lead me step by step towards strength and maturity.

This tough guy with a handsome military appearance is iron-blooded, tender and full of talent. If you study his prose carefully, whether it is the remembrance of the years or the congratulatory messages written for friends, every stroke is the simplest chant, and every article is a true and sincere narration, which brings the full experience between the eyebrows. The vicissitudes of life and the traces of time are rendered extremely real and extremely familiar. Putting aside words, he is the person who combines father and brother into one and is most worthy of our respect and trust.

My eldest brother is good at rhyming and rhythm, and with just a touch of his hand, he can create a painting-like poem with flowing brilliance. And I, every time, can find traces of his visit under my broken words. Whether it is "The beauty of the southern country is beautiful, she has the spirit of poetry and calligraphy in her belly", or "The pure gold and jade heart is simple, the plain soul is ice soul and the temperament is beautiful", or other long and long comments and messages, you can get a glimpse of him. The true nature of a man who is based on sincerity and has a heart-to-heart relationship. Just my birthday greeting post contains one piece of prose, one piece of ancient poetry and one piece of rhyme, and each word is exquisite and full of meaning. While I was delighted and moved, I had to look at each other with tears in my eyes. In this life, with such a close friend, such an elder brother who is like a teacher and a father, what do you want?

What’s more, there are two girls, Zi Han and Muxue, who were picked up unintentionally. Both of them are ice-snow, smart and kind-hearted women, and all of them are affectionate and righteous, and they all have sweet smiles. A graceful and elegant woman. Every conversation and laughter adds so much touch and joy to the dull and boring life, and how much excitement and charm it adds! At a young age, Zihan read the Book of Songs and ancient rhymes. When he started writing, he wrote "The jade is cold in the capital, and the fragrance of the country is harmonious." Carefully crafted, it is like a fairy tune that is not stained by fine dust. It's hard to imagine how she could write such a deep, concise and somewhat difficult-to-pronounce poem with her brows and eyes as light as a trace. Thinking of this, I smiled knowingly.

Sitting in the jingjing campus in the prime of life, sitting in a scholarly elegant room with green trees and flowers, Du Xue also said to me when she wished me a happy birthday: "The pure heart is beautiful, the ice soul is orchid", and she also said The plain shadow is soft and the orchid rhyme is faint. These two silly little women didn't know that I was never as calm and calm as they thought, nor was I as peaceful as they said.

Those fragments of words are nothing more than the randomness of a mood, the feeling of dancing with the fingertips of words. It's just that we meet and know each other in the world of mortals. There is never a reason. It's just for the look in our eyes that we both understand and meet each other. That's all. If possible, I will treasure it for the rest of my life. This piece of paper is full of pure ink and wash.

Canglang Rushui, a free and uninhibited and elegant talented man, never regarded himself as a poet, but he will always be the most perfect and unconventional poet in our eyes. His poems always use jumping and undulating yet somewhat decadent writing styles, looking at every step of life with a bit of desolation and loneliness, and writing songs that are deeply experienced but full of spirituality. Every word of his poems can be understood. It instantly hits the softest corner of your heart, making you feel a little entangled or confused without realizing it, but also slightly sweet or painful.

He said that life is like a lonely walk in an afternoon, and poetry is the deepest dialogue he has ever written for life, and it is also the only form and reason for him to talk to life. He said that when he passed by a half-closed window, he was destined to have a graceful look back. Yes, separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, separated by reality or dreams, separated by those humid years and rumors of rivers and lakes, all the distant blessings are only for that meeting in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. And that azure promise in the fleeting years is destined to stay for a small part of each other's words.

I remember Wuchen sent a message saying: "I have to go out for a long time recently. I am afraid that I will miss your beauty, and I am in a hurry, so I can only reluctantly add a few words as a blessing. "This poet, who is well-known in major newspapers and magazines, is so worried about my so-called birthday, which is not worth mentioning, that he has collected all the topics I have written and rearranged them into a unique and interesting poem. An elegant poem. Appreciating it carefully, its exquisiteness and ingenuity make people applaud and secretly praise it in their hearts.

His poems reveal an ethereal Zen feeling and tranquility, as well as deep thoughts and insights about life. Every time I comment, I can read the comfort and calmness of strolling in the courtyard, the comfort and indifference of the clouds rolling in the clouds, from his words. His elegant and steady yet humorous conversation, as well as his enthusiasm and sincerity in caring for his friends, all make people feel inexplicably warm and touching. And the fragrance of ink flowing from a pen is enough to slowly chant the indifferent and light clouds, and then, it promises an empty sky without dust.

Xiang Huijun’s poems are passed down orally in various circles with their clear, meaningful, graceful and lingering style. When he raised his glass, he touched the red maples all over the ground and soaked up the mellow fragrance of the chrysanthemum. He said blessings, which warmed the crescent moon and filled it with the breeze and jade dew. He said that the dancing shadows were just for the pure face like water, and he said that the sparse raindrops were just for washing away the clouds and mist of the world. There is endless tenderness and tenderness in his poems, and his brushstrokes cannot fully describe the rich and graceful emotions in this life.

What he wrote most about was the shadow of the moon, the falling flowers, and the feeling of homesickness, which has been ingrained in his bones in this life. In his writings, Jiangnan is the most vivid. There are waterside pavilions and pavilions soaked in the endless drizzle, and there are fluttering purple swallows that roll over Kangqiao's poems and dreams. I met him in the peach blossoms and apricot colors of March. I was on the twenty-four bridges in the south of the Yangtze River, and the water was falling all over the place. He was holding up the misty rain in Ningbo at the bridge in the distance. With a smile, the charm of the ink is drunk, and the love is already strong.

Yuyu has always been by my side, from beginning to end. Many times, I will unconsciously think of that playful and cute girl. I have to admit that this is a brave and maverick woman with complex and profound thoughts, a fascinating temperament and gentleness. What she writes is a world completely subverted by reality, a sky that I have never set foot in or watched. There, the greatest weakness and greatest illusion of human nature are written, as well as the deep loss and the most coquettish beauty.

Looking at her words, they are like a black and white light and shadow, venting the chaotic and unexplained gloom and profound loneliness. Reading her words, you will always be instantly caught by her in an invisible net, and you will feel like you are being left in the darkest and most decadent corner, questioning your soul over and over again, trying to wake up your eyes over and over again, hoping to find something. The softest corner deep in my heart. Her words always give people a profound and painful shock, as well as a flamboyant and illusory charm.

What kind of woman is this, and what kind of thrilling Weiyang’s dream has she experienced? I don't know. I only know that those big sunglasses cover up the entanglement and depth in her heart, covering up all her past and past. Apart from writing, she always interacts with friends with her charming smile and playful and free manner. I know our styles are completely different, and I dare not easily touch those deep-seated gloom and decadence, but what does it matter? It is enough to write your heart with your hand and appreciate each other.

There are so many familiar or unfamiliar friends who have stopped here time and time again, leaving a congratulation or a blessing for my birthday. For example, Zijin, a simple-minded, optimistic and strong woman, endured unspeakable pain and bitterness every day, but she always smiled at every hardship and hardship in life, smiling and writing a poem with rainy eyes. The beauty and warmth of a moonset. Meeting such a woman is the most beautiful and best encounter in life, and it is worth caring for and cherishing for a lifetime.

Thank you to the many good friends who have either left comments or sent blessings from a distance. Although it is only a very short sentence, it has already written all the sincerity and warmth on the other side of the screen.

I know that no matter what form you and I come and go in a hurry or make a passionate stay, the world of this text will definitely spread the word that one day in a certain year, you and I once tapped the breeze on our fingertips to bid farewell to the bustling bunch of flowers in the world of mortals. The past and youth.

Time flies and flowers fade. If possible, I would like to remember only the calmness and calmness of the streams, mountains, rivers and trees, and the leisure and gentleness of a pillow of books in this complicated journey of life. Let my eyes wander away from the hustle and bustle, and walk silently with my dreams. I only hope that this short time will be divided into many fragments that cannot be spliced ??by the swirling thoughts, reflecting each other's rest of life and happiness.

I know that I am just the tiniest dust in this world, and the blessing of life is that it makes people become more ordinary and closer to humbleness, and gradually lose themselves in the trivial world. of authenticity. In this long life, what attitude should we take to draw the most true and perfect strokes for ourselves, so as not to live up to each other's fleeting years and dreams? I think that only the deep and shallow rhyme of ink on a piece of paper and the love of words can describe the various love relationships in this life.

I know that at this moment of my birthday, there is this sleeve of books that you have lightly painted for me, there is this pillow of coolness that you have spread for me, and there is this part of the ink that you have dyed for me. Delighted and moved. I know this journey of mountains and rivers, and with your words that promise each other in dreams, I will never feel lonely or alone no matter how long the night is. I believe that we will go longer and further.

I know that your sincerity will accompany you all the way. In this life, I will have no complaints or regrets!