Prose of lotus fragrance and quietness

It is not far from meeting you in the ethereal network.

Read you between the lines with flying thoughts and appreciate a piece of paper with deep affection.

Listening to you gently soothe a bosom friend on the strings of high mountains and flowing water.

I smell you in my path has wound, through a sheltered hollow, Yaochi, and the breeze sends a wisp of fragrance to my sleeve.

I know that when you fall into sad silence, you lose a chapter and a page.

I regret that you are in the center of a bustling place, where flowers bloom and fall for a season.

On the moon, the west wing is quiet, and the red candle dream curtain misses you.

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Water orchid: "water" is smart; "Blue" tranquility; "Lian" is noble and clean. Just one look, I have fallen in love. This is an elegant combination, just like what you feel in my heart, positive, calm, carefree and smart ... Someone once said that "all encounters in the world are reunion after a long separation", and there is a kind of eye contact between people, but netizens seem to be the same. Seeing your screen name is like seeing a clean lotus flower, bathed in moonlight and breeze, standing quietly on the quiet waterfront. In this way, your screen name entered my eyes, poured into my heart, and fell in love with you at first sight in the space of words.

On that day, in my spare time, I didn't intend to walk into your space. That blue lotus is blooming quietly, just like your words are elegant and quiet, deep and quiet. At the moment when "life is like the first time", seeing you for the first time in the article is already full of fragrance. I will continue to write a few simple words, echoing you with faint feelings. In the days to come, you came and went, and you unconsciously became friends in the reply of words. For a long time, we stopped in each other's words and feelings, leafed through each other's diaries, guessed each other's mood and state of mind at that time, and also remembered our feelings from the heart: sadness, happiness, poetic feelings, plain comfort ... The encounter of words this time doomed different encounters in this vast network, from strangers to acquaintances, from greetings to leisure.

The work in the office is always so detailed and complicated. If you work hard, you have to do everything by yourself, so you seem to have endless things to do. As far as I can remember, our conversation is always a few words after your work. Then they started their work and life. Our communication does not involve each other's deep life and work. We always care about each other lightly and bless each other silently. Therefore, for a long time, mutual understanding only stayed in the space of words and photo albums.

A paragraph of text releases a mood; A set of photos records every bit of life. Through words, I understand your emotions in an understatement; Through the photo album, I appreciate your colorful life. You come from a text, I read from a text; You drift from one photo to another, and I learn from one photo to another. In the long years, we have been in touch lightly. Through words, photo albums and conversations, you are beautiful, fashionable, mature, opinionated, persistent, resolute, meticulous in your work, active in life, good at teaching your daughter, and happy and contented, so you can be clearly seen from the words.

We have no siblings to match, and our distance is not far or near. Our friendship is neither distant nor strong, like a lotus flower in a clear wave, with a faint fragrance. This kind of faint communication makes the heart free from burden and makes the flower of friendship bloom in the four seasons. I often inadvertently receive some jokes, a satirical essay on current events, an ironic event, some comments directed at my heart, and a warm blessing from you in the dialog box ... After receiving these, I laughed, wronged, moved, painful and happy. In this way, our friendship slowly accumulated and became stronger in the long stream of water.

There was a time when the causes of life and disease, once the habitat of soul space, could not stop me. I can't walk safely in the online world accompanied by words. My mood is extremely depressed, and my body and mind are running around in a helpless life. I disappeared into the network, and after a long time, when I reopened the space, all I saw were your comments and messages. I don't like people, and there are few visitors in the space. You were the only frequent visitor in my space at that time. At that moment, I felt a surge of emotion in my heart, and the water in my eyes also rose, blurring the world. In this virtual world, I never thought that anyone would worry about me and care about me. On the day I left, you greeted me in the dialog box from time to time. Space also has news of you from time to time. At that time, I thought, as long as you are here, my space will never be deserted. As long as you are here, the log of my space has the value of existence. Pure friendship allows us to stay together in this pure land for a long time.

The days are still complicated, and our communication is still shallow. It seems that we don't really have a sexual relationship. The first birthday present for you is an audio-visual diary, or something we really want to leave for friendship. At that time, I was obsessed with music and painting. However, my obsession is mostly appreciation and attachment to every audio-visual post. The world of music and painting makes me linger. It's hard for me to do it myself. It was not until I had a preliminary understanding and accumulation of PS that I made the scroll sound and picture of Yongmei, the soothsayer. Blue-purple classical background, the picture is broken bridge snow, red plum fragrance, a woman in red standing in the snow with her eyes closed, accompanied by a Lu You's "Bu Operator". It was already late at night when the log was published. I seldom surf the internet at night, but I happened to see it. You exclaimed in the dialog box that the logs are so beautiful. Inadvertently, you said that just after your birthday, you couldn't sleep and wandered around. I didn't know it was my birthday until I saw the date. I have always forgotten my birthday, and I forgot to send you my birthday wishes. And every year on my birthday, you don't forget to send warm and beautiful wishes in the space and QQ dialog box. I feel ashamed, and it is an act of god to make this sound painting. I finished it on the night of your birthday; And your birthday, it is the season when the cold plum is fragrant, the picture is timely and the poetry is harmonious; And you happen to be the first person to see it. So the music and the picture are all red again. Chen Fang's greetings were re-published. This unintentional gift has touched you for a long time and is often mentioned in conversation.

In the next few years, we will still miss each other. That year, you gave me all kinds of birthday gifts, from email greeting cards to QQ messages, from mobile phone messages to space messages. You also specially invited friends to teach you simple PS knowledge, carefully made pictures, attached Tibetan poems full of good wishes, and made a beautiful diary to celebrate my birthday. You told me that this blog happened to be the ninety-ninth blog published in your space, which meant that our friendship lasted for a long time. At that moment, your gift was full and my heart was full. Your blessing has made a ripple of happiness in my heart, and my eyes are full of crystal tears. The blessing from afar is a deep touch, a warmth entrenched in the bottom of my heart, and a feeling that stirs in Qian Shan, which makes me sit in front of the screen for a long time. Your deep friendship has been thrown into my heart, causing countless ripples and swinging into the distance of life. In the future, our birthday wishes will include words, messages, small space gifts and exquisite e-mail greeting cards ... We don't need to be deliberate, only care about sincerity from the heart and care thousands of miles away.

Words are the kink of our acquaintance. I don't know when music has become the medium to convey our feelings. In the world of music, either sad or happy emotions are intertwined in each other's hearts. You were seldom free that afternoon. In small talk, there is a repressed emotion that passes through the silver screen and reaches your heart. Be positive, you rarely have such feelings. So I shared a song "Water Lily" by Jia Pengfang. Listening to the tune, in the sadness of erhu, there is a faint sadness in my heart, like eternal sadness and thousand-year sadness, which are condensed into an inseparable mind through the world of mortals, reaching deep into the soul and touching the softest vertex. Music twists and turns, full of sadness, makes people sad and can't escape. At that time, we listened to it again and again through the screen. You didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything. We can't express that feeling. We are just immersed in music, listening to the sadness in aestheticism and jumping in indifference. Even after many years, this song has still become our favorite, and every time we think of it, we feel a lot. There seems to be a common desire hidden in this music. As long as we hear it, it will touch the heartstrings. Music is like a breeze, blowing into our hearts and feeling the vicissitudes of the world in resonance. Our space music is changing again and again, listening to music and listening to each other's emotions.

The days pass in a hurry, you are still busy, I am still idle, and we are still in such a faint communication. With music and occasional emotions, we actually feel crystal tears. We thought that you and I, separated by thousands of miles, would not intersect in life. We thought that our lives would go our separate ways, and our friendship would only bloom in the pure land of the Internet and never fade away.

On that day, we talked about travel, looked at each other's photos, and talked very lightly. Suddenly, we found our footsteps stopped in the blue sea and blue sky of Hainan. Then we chatted happily about Nanshan Temple, Tianya Haijiao, Coconut Tree Promenade, the side street of the first market … and told each other where we took photos, where we bought things and which sea we liked. The wind in Hainan, the waves in Hainan, the flowers in Hainan and the trees in Hainan have all witnessed me walking in your footsteps, and my eyes are wandering in the scenery you have seen. Is this also the intersection of life?

Later, we talked about the yearning phoenix, so you specially transferred those beautiful pictures from your friends, which made my heart warm. Then we talked about Jiuzhaigou, Lijiang and other places that people yearn for. Speaking of going to Tibet, I can only sigh. I said it was a place I couldn't reach, and you said Tibet was your plan for next year. So I asked you to upload some photos as if I had been there. You said, let you be my eyes, my feet, go where I can't go, and take pictures of the beautiful scenery in the distance. At that time, you said that your nose hurt because you were worried about my health. My eyes are swollen and wet because I was moved by you. So, we meet to travel every year, meet each other's scenery in our respective journeys, and share the memories of every intersection of scenery. In the future, we will share the different places we have traveled and be happy to see the scenery we have seen at different times.

Memories are numerous and fragmented. We used to worry about our children's education, we used to share the joy in life, we used to worry about each other's physical diseases, and we used to be happy with our achievements in work ... No matter how many ups and downs there are in life, it is a wonderful fate to have someone sharing joys and sorrows thousands of miles away.

"Don't worry about giving up, stick to detachment" This is your signature. Time flies, after eight years of acquaintance, you still have a faint fragrance of lotus, and you are a young woman, and you have a peace in your heart. With an inch of rain in my heart, I smiled silently at the loneliness of the world. In the building where I listened to the wind and watched the rain, I murmured my clear thoughts about the wind and rain. Reading you in the article, you are a clear lotus, with dew in the morning, lotus fragrance ethereal, lotus language whispering, ting stands on the bank of a pool of autumn water, the green field is half floating, and the purple stem overlooks a pool of secluded gardens. I often get lost in your leisure. Over the years, our communication in words and music is so pleasant, and our greetings outside words are so sincere.

About you and me, everything is so small, but it is so long. When your birthday comes, I want to write a poem, I want to write full of blessings, but I can't send you long blessings with deep words, I can only send you a thoughtfulness with a few simple words. At this time, I remembered the sentence you wrote: know by accident, stop forever. Yes, just do it and cherish it in the future. May our friendship still resonate with voices, cherish each other with words, pour out with paintings and coexist with time! May the friendship with you in this life be as fragrant as lotus fragrance, and keep quiet alone. Years have changed and things have changed. I am still sitting on the ferry of time, watching the wind and rain, while you are still standing in the beautiful scenery of Shui Yuan, blooming leisurely.

Jiang Chengzi and Chen Fang

Shaoguang is new, silver is wrapped, and the moon is dust-free.

Old songs are dense and often recall the truth.

In the ink string, sorrow and common feelings are like wine, drunkenness and leisure.

I want to turn my best wishes into spring, raise my eyebrows and gradually dusk.

Jade dew and golden wind, plum blossom soul on paper.

But by Calyx's side, I can avoid the snow and bring Chen Fang and He Zhongxiang.