Look, which painters accidentally rendered into this vast expanse of sky blue! In front of the willow and not because it’s autumn Haner to shake off a golden, looked full of green, earth It seemed so unperturbed.Close your eyes, listen to the voice of the wind, the sun fall on eyelashes and gently shake off a blink he was, slid down the sides of the nose, my heart return to the original. Often ask myself, how can we come and go in this secular world and the network?A holy place, is not I do not get involved in other people would not be trampled on, I think the answer is no.I also often in a daze, reinforced concrete buildings everywhere in this city detention, where we can breathe freely, give me a piece of their own land clean?. I remember the day when passing down from the Great Wall next to the store, in front of an array of goods do not stop before, always fond of these small things, pick up a friend phoenix pattern of a small mirror, I lingered in front of some of jade.These are not really even know Jade, you can see they are still happy heart.They say that jade is in humanity, jade in my world is always crystal clear, like wearing a blue and white dress walking in the south of Rainy woman cloves.If we meet, I will not let go Zenken? Friends say: buy a Buddha Bar.I asked: Why?Men and women with a Buddha Guanyin Well! I suddenly remembered a passage.As a woman, things annoyance, inevitably Chouchangbaijie, Buddhist tolerance, generosity, being silent can resolve all kinds of melancholy.Therefore, women wearing Buddha, can contribute to their own calm, open-minded mind, observing things rolling, laughing surging. Touch of a finger, Maitreya laugh, I laugh, boss, I want this one. This is not a superstitious person, because that moist jade, because that generous laugh, they can not help themselves. Back of the car, he looked at from time to time is always held in the palm of the Buddha, the mouth slightly higher. Buy a piece of jade, jade Buddha, irrespective of faith. He said constellation, Aquarius is the second half of this year, transit way to talk about love games.Indifferent smile, if we meet the right people at the right time, in the premise of marriage, love to talk about a water might also be.Laid hold not afraid, I’m afraid I do not know how a heart can no longer give. Fall spread like wildfire, I secretly buried in the snow, and then tap the willow bank that ran into the past lives. My heart is covered with leaves in the north, barren see Cheng pulls back, floating in nothingness there. Always upset when carrying on the lawn reading a book to the opposite, despite the eyes of passers, do not ask to vehicular traffic and when it becomes note those words slip out of my mouth, the heart will gradually calm.I see yellow and white flowers and butterflies fluttering leaves, I see a bee in the upper left corner of the book then stay away, I heard the rumbling of planes flying overhead, I see the sky is so blue, like which will be the magic of painters painted the same.I like the quiet of autumn, living in poetry watching yellow leaves dancing, hovering in the depths of the soul. Wang Wei poetry and painting very Zen Zen, literary history to him as a Buddha [poetry].”Water line to the poor, sitting watching clouds” His poem is my favorite.Some things should not happen has happened, I am unable to restore, had to go all the way in the future every step forward.Life is long, no fixed number of wind and rain, the water line to the poor, sitting watching clouds, no Dabeitaixi. Water ruthless, people love, but the more severe the pain, the deeper the hurt feelings, so there must be water mood, you intelligibility?Yes ah, I intelligibility, this time outside the mood, thousands of miles away who with the same? I do not know when to begin like those bright colors, once at school are black and gray color, but now it exceptionally fond of bright colors.I remember who said, when one day you begin to like the limelight when it means you have to grow old at the time.Really, you are not really going to grow old?Sometimes you can not in fear, but why sometimes piercing fear.Like standing in the vast wilderness I can not find his way home, want to cry can be heard only world vegetation, want to escape, but could not find a direction to flee.I do not know the younger you are not also at some point and I feel the same. Zhao Wei on his left wrist often wore a red string, some reporters asked her whether this red line is for the sake of love?She shook her head laughed: “This is to convert you even think about asking my feelings!”Today on Taobao also buy a red rope lucky, maybe just to give yourself a comfort, so sinking restless heart can return to the original, find a destination of the soul, Enron dream. I take a small boat, and let poetry do scull, swaying me to the other side of the soul, see dream flowers bloom, it seems really are magic.I take a small boat and let the wind directions, the heart with the water, the water line to the poor, let me see when the clouds.