冬天收敛了欲望,像一帧简笔素描,又似一页干净的音符,褪尽尘世的喧嚣,宁静而安谧。停下手边诸事,抬眼瞧窗外,几只小鸟站在树梢唱着不知名的歌。景深空明,勾勒出鸟儿纤毫毕现的模样:一颔首,一转身,乌眼珠骨碌一个流转,极富生趣。大地没有纷杂的点缀,骨感平朴,洁净清雅,树缝之间漏泄下一抹金色的光晕,一切犹如笼罩在时光的器皿里,浓淡冷暖,霎时有了禅意。社区有位年逾古稀的老人,每天打扫卫生,这天见他立在一株银 Winter convergence of desire, like a simple sketch, but also like a clean note, faded earth tones, quiet and quiet. Stop all things, look up and look out the window, a few birds standing in the treetops sing unknown songs. Depth of field clear sky, sketched out the appearance of a bird’s finest: a 颔 first, a turn around, ugly eyeballs a circulation, very happy. The earth is not confusing embellishment, plain skinny, clean and elegant, a touch of golden glow between the leaks, all like a shrouded in the time of the vessel, the darkness and warmth, an instant Zen. In the community there is a seventy-year-old elderly who clean their toilets every day and saw him standing on a silver plate that day