Elegant scent of ink and touches people’s hearts

Some strings flowing rhythm, edged sword waving charm, Su-Qin melodious play faint heart sounds, unlimited life worries drift, or fall on top of the strings that sound the most touching sound of birds, the scent of ink turned into heart the quiet road, beyond thought, touched the sweetest notes.And embracing happiness, and loneliness as partners, lonely and dance, a text played down the heart of sorrow, enrich the ideological core, fragrance in the book.    Elegant is to make the heart more calm, elegant idea is to get richer, elegance is the soul of people once again sublimation, elegance is to allow people to live more meaningful, know how to face life, the road of life where to go.    My motto in life is three days can not eat, can not do without books a day, the body can withstand the torment, the most intolerable is spiritual emptiness, the heart of a rich body of hunger can be treated, in reading a good book, can forget about hunger, and books as well, the scent of ink flow in the heart’s rhythm slowly, washed the heart infinite sorrow, moisture thought tis the most beautiful flowers, so tender and beautiful heart, quietly bloom in the long river of life.    Edged strings playing heart sounds, sounds of birds in the faded, I heard a whisper touched the hearts, the sound of the most pleasant, most touching notes, floating high in the sky ideas, the silence of the night wound.Floating wisp of smoke rises in the small room, Dan fingers off the soot, like playing a beautiful piece of music, song lonely song, that was the night’s most touching note, falling on top of the strings, gently falling in the heart of grief, this song is played infinitely sad, as well as falling bleak.    Heart sounds on the strings accompanied by the scent of ink, how many notes fall Zhijian, as partners and poetry, dance and text.Road paved with flowers, the scent of ink that is leading to the quiet, secluded road, all the way to fragrance, the fragrance of the way, the music played in the ears, led the lonely left hand, right hand holding desolate.Go on this long, lonely alleys, let Dai Wangshu lilac flower, blooming in the middle of the night.    Elegant scent of ink, my fingers playing rhythm, fragrance late at night on lonely strings, there are bleak falling, and my sorrow with the seasons.    Nowhere bleak, since the memorable, who knows that the sound of the birds sound bitter, bleak rhythm as well as the strings.    Elegant scent of ink, it is a lonely heart dancers, along with that support desolate sounds, touches people’s hearts.Limp walk in the lonely, so that elevate the soul in loneliness.