Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Photography and portraiture - Cut the time lightly and ponder the flowing prose.

Cut the time lightly and ponder the flowing prose.

Time goes by, youth flies,

Time is like quicksand flowing slowly at the fingertips.

Looking back, it was a fleeting time.

Life is like a practice without regrets.

Meet again and again, meet again and again,

In the bustling world, there is always some attachment in my heart.

There will always be a line of concern,

There will always be a deeply engraved yearning.

There will always be a faint fragrance lingering in my heart.

Time flies, and I always like to shuttle between my hearts.

Meeting, like a dream,

In the corner, staring quietly, watching life drift away,

Sigh the difference between the meeting and parting of love in life,

Look at the shackles and unchanging vows between the world of mortals.

Meeting is just a fate,

Ju Yuan, you are right in front of you,

Fate broke up, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

If you meet, if you want to see, if you are not wrong,

Cherish the present and grasp today, sometimes an instant is forever.

The vast sea of people, meeting is fate,

Learn to cherish the present rather than forever.

Origin and extinction, powerful and weak,

It is not fate that controls it, but it is like water passing by.

Because of karma, cherish the present,

Meeting each other is common, but knowing each other is difficult.

I have always believed that there is an encounter that doesn't care about eternity or shallow feelings.

Just a contribution is warmth,

It's just that I have no regrets for a while,

Years later, suddenly looking back,

No regrets at all. This is a heart-to-heart meeting.

Red dust ferry, plain brocade fleeting time,

Tea stayed for several seasons,

Drunk for generations, at first glance,

A season of blue waves, a leaf of peach blossom fragrance, an inch of hay and a piece of snow,

The four seasons turn into youth, but the brightness and warmth of love at first sight remain unchanged.

Fenghua is fireworks,

Old age is a wisp of smoke,

Experience fills the heart,

Wind and frost depict faces,

Beauty ages easily, but years fade,

What remains unchanged is the love and warmth in my heart.

Indulge in the fleeting time,

Listening to a biting tenderness,

Twist a touch of elegant heart fragrance,

With a ray of sunshine, quietly waiting for red-violet to wake up.

Take a sip of tea, bathe in the sunset glow and smell the water for a while.