The name of the wind flying was first known on a yanzhao metropolis daily in 2012. It was an interview and it was beautifully written, which made me like it all of a sudden. The wind float in the sky, a low-key and mysterious woman. After searching the Internet for a long time, I still couldn’t find her photo, even a shadow.. But her words filled our eyes. This book is called to participate in the blue and white nevus bill. the title is very beautiful. the cover page of the book is very elegant, blue and white with white background and black characters. Let a person can’t help but daydream, it is easy to think of blue and white porcelain, this is not Jay Chou’s participation in the blue and white porcelain bill, but the real porcelain – blue and white porcelain. The Internet is full of all kinds of legends, pushing the value of this kind of porcelain to a level that is beyond expectation and chilling. This passed down, pour some strange force suspected of disorderly god. I saw the brief introduction of this book on the internet: the author used the porcelain handed down from ancient times as a guide, with beautiful and delicate strokes, and analyzed the love and meaning of ancient love with women’s unique poetry and painting, involving various categories such as ancient poetry, calligraphy, painting, clothing, diet, history, etc. to meet the essence that lingers in the world for thousands of years.. Just look at these lines and you will deeply like them and deeply cannot extricate yourself. When we turn over the dust, we still can’t forget the stories about porcelain, the stories that make people wipe tears, seeping into our hearts with a little coolness and slowly taking root and spreading in our blood.. This kind of cool, this kind of sad beauty is like porcelain fired at high temperature, but there is a warmth in every grain of clay in the porcelain. The best thing in the world is love. The most cruel is also love. Sometimes, love is sweet. She is attached to two people who love each other. Let’s face difficulties together, not afraid of difficulties, not afraid of wind, rain and thorns all over the road.. Sometimes, love is a burden. She has made us content with the status quo, stopped moving forward and obliterated our will. Since then, she has only cared about her own banana and never asked the world about it.. Love, love, fate or robbery. I asked Buddha: If I met someone I could love, I was afraid I couldn’t grasp what to do? Buddha said: How much love is left in the world to meet the thousands of changes in the floating world. And don’t ask if it’s robbery or fate. There are flowers in life, but there are no flowers and bitter fruits in life. He sought to cross the water deep in the mountain, ending with a beauty as happy as spring.. Maybe, love is like this. Even if we can tell, we can see. Even though we read widely, we know the cycle of transmigration. However, we are all willing to fall into deep love. This life, this life, we are not afraid of gossip, not afraid of people’s love and hardship, only for pillow people to live a better life every day. The story of wit and beauty is the most poignant and romantic and arouses full expectations. Expect them to get married and grow old together. Hold your hand, and grow old together. How good is this saying. But because the world has too many disappointments and anxieties, it has become beautiful and expectant.. It was a kind of destination, detached from the social background at that time. Often the best things are the simplest, but the world has poured her into too many vulgar thoughts and too many moral ethics, smashing her and imprisoning her.. This has created beautiful sentences that have been circulating for thousands of years. Throughout the thousand years of snow and wind, social changes. We are carrying too many inexplicable burdens, and we are fettered too much. We urgently need to save ourselves and fight for it all our lives for the moment when our eyes are crossed when we turn around.. The wind is blowing, the withered and yellow leaves rustle, dancing gently with the wind, landing gracefully and covering the roots gently.. From early spring to deep winter, from new green to withered yellow, the cycle of one season, one year’s waiting. Waiting for flowers to bloom and blossom on the branches. Gently close the book, walk through the broken steps, linger in this world and search for the leaf that belongs to you. A sentimentally attached person who can devote his whole life to it.