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风光流月新初,转眼秋风却已入窗,季节就像一支笔,勾勒出生命极尽的状态,细细浅浅中,道不尽的玄机。苍茫宇宙中,生命如此卑微渺小,我们终要觅得一种让内心充盈,且撑起能经历烦忧苦难的精神支柱。我所能做得,便是在每一个月明之夜,看清风竹影摇满窗,握一管竹笔,沁一缕墨香,便筑起了一座安放自己灵魂的栖所,这样的时刻,于我,便是逍遥于一座桃花源中了。将这一身戎装,几多豪情,日日浸透在笔墨碑帖间,青山旧雨,风萧萧,却有看不尽的《猛龙》,赏不够的
New scenery first flow, the autumn wind has been turned into the window, the season is like a pen, sketched out the state of life, thin, shallow, endless mystery. In the vast universe, life is humble and insignificant. We will eventually find a spiritual pillar that will fill our hearts and hold up trouble and suffering. What I can do is to find out the wind and bamboo shadows, full of windows, a bamboo pen, and Qin’s rays of ink, every night of the Ming dynasty, so as to build a habitat for my soul. , For me, is happy in a Peach. Will wear a military uniform, how much pride, daily immersion in the memorial tablet, Castle Peak old rain, wind rustleted, there are endless “Raptors” reward not enough