[新聞爆掛] take three red clouds stained with ink

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In the pavilion, quiet as before, light always, take three red clouds stained with ink, cook a cup of light tea into Huaiya rhyme, light as clouds, cool as the wind, quiet time, no contention, calm and free, the colors of the flowers is purple, picking leaves a tree is dry and glorious nature, in the wind and rain, warm tea and see flowers in the rain, enjoy nature. Washing, calming a restless heart, tasting the world's bitter tea, ink dyed long road sadness and joy, put down, can see, life, and so on; in front of the window, elegant and quiet, quiet orchid, keep a window of time, in the running water of time blocked the fragrance of flowers, quiet and carefully smelt, not sad or unhappy, great joy in surprise. In a glance of surprise, great ease is in the confused look back, with a ray of breeze blowing clouds, so that bright moonlight falls on the stars, sprinkled on the heart, so, not good?
On a sunny day, put a cane chair under the shade of a tree, let the light and shadow mottle their hearts and bodies, let the breeze whirl their own elegance, see the picturesque scenery, listen to the long flowing water of nature, smell the sea of flowers, give the pain to the breeze, blow away the most beautiful sunset, and store happiness in the sun The warmest and sweetest time, leaves the tea elegant, the wind chic, lets the natural interest edify the heart the fireworks, looks at the sky, smiles to the stars, lets the memory float along with the cloud in the boundless blue sky to think freely; lets the plot fluctuate in the vast sea with the passing of water, brews the January poetic charm, nestles in the quiet day In this way, live, live, be happy, idle and plain.
In fact, you can choose a favorite place to describe this colorful color, happy to add a brush of sweet, leisurely and elegant painting a light, natural outline, put yourself into exile in nature, forget what to draw, forget to write what, but do not know yourself in the painting in the foreshadowing, mysterious machine in the poem to do the foreshadowing; In front of the window, the leisurely daze given by time, the elegance of tea soaked in reverie, the time bursting in the fingertips, will flow into the heart, to enrich a gray crack, the sea of planets outside the gods. In retrospect, the original window was hazy by the drizzle, red flowers into a vague beauty, green leaves spread in the red, penetrated the window, infested with people. Smell the fragrance of walking in the rain, quiet, leisurely; see the wind passing thunder, plain, peaceful, put aside the time in hand, sprinkle the writing, let nature piece together a beautiful memory.
Fade the joys and sorrows of the past, forget the pain of the present, so it is, borrow a ray of breeze to disperse the clouds of life, bathe in warmth, or accept the moonlight, quiet as water, light as chrysanthemum; with the hurry of the years, see the world's splendid fireworks, so it is, drink a cup of light tea before the rain out of leisure, immersed in Time like water, let mellow memories permeate every inch of the skin, quiet soul, as simple as heart, light as tea.

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