Dear friends, if you are not in a hurry, I will sit down and make you a cup of tea. The name of this tea is "Wangyou", which outlines a beautiful picture. The picture I painted is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts tremble, and it is also so painful that it makes people wake up. This is a grand and silent fireworks. We take our time, stroke by stroke, to outline the thrilling feeling under the "mundane" atmosphere.
Introduction
In late spring in March, grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River.
Miscellaneous peanut trees, flocks of orioles flying around.
There is a building hidden in the depths of the clouds.
There was a guest who lived in the misty rain.
He doesn't know the sorrow in the world, he only sees the red begonia.
This year, the wind blew.
It blows from the capital to the rivers and lakes, from the court to the grass.
The wind blew through the red walls and green tiles, through the white hair and robes, and through the youthful spirit.
The wind caused the still water in the pool to ripple.
It blew the mountains full of flowers into bloom, and finally became empty and silent.
There is no love in this book, only parting.
There is no intensity, only residual warmth.
Please, gentlemen, prepare your handkerchiefs before entering this door.
Preface
I won't write about the thrilling moments, I will only remember the passing time.
If you are passing by, why not come in and have a cup of tea and listen to me tell some stories about old friends.
After the lecture, the tea cooled down and everyone dispersed.
Grateful.
Destined person, the tea is cold.
The story has just begun.
If you think it's still good enough to eat, please stay and taste it slowly.
Intention: This is a grand and silent fireworks. Let's take our time, stroke by stroke, to outline the thrilling feeling under the "ordinariness".
