There will always be an encounter that will make time soft

There will always be an encounter that will make time soft.

Text/North Stone

Fireworks in March, pink and green, spring in one season.

Between strangers in the world of mortals, I met the smile of spring.

You feel strange that the spring breeze moistens everything and the grass spits quietly.

After many years, three generations are affectionate, and I meet you every season and spring, smiling and smiling proudly.

The dust is strange, the clouds are comfortable, and the heart is endowed with heaven.

Reading about you is as important as reading about spring.

Reading you is like reading a fallen flower.

The peach blossom in Stranger burns incense. You talk with your heart with a smile and talk with you in the clouds.

Putting pen to paper, missing, blooming for a long time, just to catch a glimpse of the raindrops at the corner of Qingshi Lane, the cold beauty in the fog, and the moss blown off the dust on the steps by the wind.

Who can speak out of turn about the troubles of these years? Just because we didn't meet, time passed lightly, and our hair was entangled in vicissitudes of life.

The cool autumn water leaked through the pen tip, two or three lines of poems were written in the delicate flower shadows, Southern Yan murmured the sorrow, and the cuckoo wept the blood. Tentacles, painted in poetry as a string of thoughts, floating in the wind, the mountain is very long. On the missed pages, they draw distant feelings and memories. Persistent flowers in spring and autumn, persistent silence in winter and summer.

In the shadow of the blue boat paddle, pick up the discarded half cup of moonlight, drink a cup of your old smile, and drink a cup of timely meeting.

In the voice of meditation, turn the page full of antiques and look for poems that have fallen on you.

If you understand it, cut a piece of spring flowers you don't know and whisper about acacia.

If you know it, just fold a piece of Jiang Bo Qiu Yue and sing as much as possible.

Just to find a spring season.

Just to find a soft embrace.

Time turns yellow and prosperity is exhausted.

Wen Jun plays a song of high mountains and flowing water, and composes a song of Phoenix for burning. Sending it to Qian Shan will make you feel happy.

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Jiang Nanyu smoke, light years, who said "three lives"? I only want to spend half my life, pointing to lead and seeing tenderness and poverty.

Regardless of time, I don't regret the sun and the moon, and I don't waste my time.

In the secular world, I live up to Chunhua's half-life feelings.

In the world of mortals, write down a story of flowers blooming and falling. ...

Years are like streams, feelings are still flowing and thoughts are flying.

An encounter, a season of feelings.

In time, there will always be a beautiful memory, a stunning and gentle spring flowers and autumn moon, a staggered sadness and fiery shallow songs.

I missed the moment of my life in the watch of the morning bell. If I am proud of you, like a night song, who can solve it? Who can write?

Behind the glory, every time, there is always helplessness and cold sadness.

This season, Ren Feng played the flute of missing, forgot winter, forgot summer and autumn, and just wanted to banish his dreams with spring, wandering in the clouds of Shan Ye.

This season, put your heart in the distance, where to wander.

In your elegant room, there is no scattered romance in your heart, so that the longing for missing comes together and only stays in every day you think of.

This season, I will find the lost soul. In spring, I will edit a complete collection of poems, and each page is full of fragrance, yours and mine.

Watch the season, always in the world of mortals.

Every season's meeting is a romantic experience, a lingering understanding of fragrance, and a poem of spring flowers and autumn moon.

In the season of life, there is always an encounter that will make time soft.

Because of those strange words. Because the lines are subtle and cool.

There is a yellow moonlight between Tang poetry and Jin prose, which achieves eternity in the misty rain of appreciation, drifting away in the ink handwriting and strolling in the starry sky.

Just, do you remember that moment? Quiet beauty in front of you, elegance in words. Yingying Yanyan has a low eyebrow, warm and fragrant?

Whether you remember it or not, you walked by, passed by, met and left. Between each other's poems, it is good to be a distant song.

I remember the writer Xue Xiaochan once said: In this world, there must be an understanding that passes through the soul and comes faintly. You are silent, he is silent. Smiling at each other, I suddenly felt touched.

Meeting, appreciating and understanding don't need much disguised language. Meeting and parting are also inevitable in life.

Sometimes, smiling at each other will explain the truest understanding, and this encounter will inevitably light up time and years.

Meet, leave, smile at each other.

It contains all the unspoken feelings. ...

About the author:

Xu, pen name: Bei Shi, male.

A famous calligrapher and poet living in Europe.

Born in 196 1, Qingtian, Zhejiang, graduated from Wuhan Jiaotong University.

Moved to Italy in the early 1990s.

He is currently an academician of the World Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Institute, a member of the Advisory Committee of World Ecology magazine, an overseas director of Zhejiang qingtian county Writers' Association, an executive vice chairman of Ouhua New Immigrant Writers' Association, a director of Hong Kong International Federation of Famous Teachers and Celebrities, a vice chairman of Hong Kong International Calligraphers' Association, deputy editor-in-chief of International Poetry and Calligraphy Exchange Network, and deputy editor-in-chief of China Writers' and Artists' Dictionary. free-lancer

Illustration: Jun Jun Photography