Buyi women

The beauty of a season, the feelings of a season, the warmth of spring, the sunshine of summer, the abundance of autumn and the quiet memories of winter. I like to record the years with my fingertips without losing the most beautiful memories in my life. I put pen to paper to write down the bits and pieces in my life, leaving a paragraph to commemorate the lost years. Women in cloth, sitting like lotus flowers, are indifferent to the noise of the world, not afraid of vicissitudes of life, calm and silent. A cup of tea, a roll of idle books, a distant and ethereal piano sound, put your heart in words, appreciate the joys and sorrows of the world in ink and wash, realize ordinary days in a flower and grass, cleanse your mind in the bright moon and cool breeze, and make your mind beautiful in spring. This is a monologue of a woman in clothes.

Women in cloth, plain face and plain heart, plain face and plain heart, no rich dress, plain pen and plain heart, writing flowers, smiling and half noting, firmly attach mellow beauty to their hearts. In silence, they only paint purity, have a pure heart, feel the world of pure beauty, and let the soul dance freely without any disguise. In this noisy world, there is only purity. Is to be true to yourself, not to look up, not to feel inferior, not to be pretentious, to do what you like, to make friends with people you like, to take the road you like, and to write articles you like.

I always like to use shallow words to collect the faint sadness or beauty that lingers in my heart. Women in cloth always like plain face, knee-length skirt, under the pear tree, eyes as bright as silk, dancing with their hearts, laughing when the wind blows, and raising their glasses to the moon when they are lonely. I only have a soft spot for that tree and pear tree, even if I don't say anything.

I like this indifference, which makes my mind clear and far away. Everything is gone with the wind, and the heart is as quiet as a lotus. A wisp of fragrance warms quietly. As time goes by, in my heart, I have always been pure. Women in cloth are all flowers, clear and elegant, swaying elegance, even if they are as small as silk, they will bloom beautifully, prosper and be satisfied with the narcissistic reserve at the end of the world. Even if the flowers are green and desolate, the petals will not fall in the autumn cold, but they will still look up at the stars with the beauty of flowers, see the agility of the stars, see the calmness of the full moon and the lack of the moon, and keep the pure beauty of the soul.

Elegant colors are my favorite. Every time I see those plain colors shaking in front of my eyes, I have a desire to possess them. I want to hold them all in my arms and store them in my memory. I especially like lightness. I like the smell from the bones. I can't say why, but I like it. In my clothes, green is my most gorgeous color, which symbolizes the color of life. I like the lightness and green in my life, and I have a kind of persistence.

So deep in my heart, I am always wrapped in simple elegance, with shallow love and light joy. No matter when, where and what, there is a sincere love in my heart. I like light feelings, pure love, real warmth, without any dust, like a butterfly dancing in the sky, dancing once, beautiful once, fluttering into my heart.

That kind of warmth, that kind of element, is like a piece of cloth, which makes people comfortable and intimate. When you are alone, you can listen to music quietly, read words quietly, make a cup of tea quietly, and the faint tea fragrance is wrapped in a book, and life is fragrant!

Vegetarian food has an elegant fragrance, which can be smelled from a distance, without any smoke or a drop of vulgarity, making people feel comfortable when they see it. Just like a pot of faint September chrysanthemum, I want to kiss its pure taste and smell its fragrance lightly. When you read it, you think of its goodness, which is shallow in your heart. When I think of it, a sweet fragrance overflows in my heart.

I don't know where I fell in love with this plain white, perhaps because I began to realize the word plain, and I had an inexplicable love, so that I had an obsessive attachment to it, perhaps from the truth and purity in my mind. I hope all the people and things in the world are as pure and beautiful as I imagined.

I have always had a soft spot for autumn. I like not only this season, but also the stories about it. Walking alone in the depths of the season, the cool breeze spins a few lonely leaves on the branches. Those white days have already erased the lush greenery, and I vaguely see some gray surging in the air. I have always liked this light gray, as if wrapped in endless fantasy, but I won't touch it.

Following Buyi's thoughts, I just turned around and met a Buyi long skirt hanging down! The red chassis, with big flowers blooming brilliantly, can also be so gorgeous and rich against shallow leaves and cloth strips! With a gentle touch, the feeling from the fingertips is still familiar and soft, so that the eyes can no longer accommodate other scenery! I like his pure beauty, heavy affection and pure love.

That silence and indifference, like a woman in cloth, will never make public, like a wild lily in a ravine, quietly open! Whether you pass by or not will not disturb her dream. A woman in clothes lives in her own eyes. She knows how to be kind to others and to herself! A woman in clothes is very casual, and she won't refuse a kind visit. The woman in cloth is defenseless. She believes there are too many beautiful things in the world! If you meet a woman in cloth, your heart will be quiet, too. In the world of mortals, with her, watching the clouds light and the wind light, the faint scenery is a kind of nostalgia!

Soul wandering in the white time, the kind of love that emanates from the bones far exceeds those nostalgia, so if you like it, you should love it lightly, just plain and elegant! This earthly thing will be beautiful forever as long as it takes innocence as the bottom line. No matter how the society changes, don't go with the flow, and don't lose your true self. The feelings of cloth clothes are also my favorite.

This is the woman in clothes …