岁月牵着季节的衣角,迈进了冬的门槛,风已寒,叶已枯,转眼,一季花事便埋进了尘埃。闲来无事,泡一杯淡茶,对着窗子,对着时光,细细啜饮,慢慢品味,暖意抵达心底,唇齿之间皆是生活的馨香,皆是岁月的味道,绵香醇厚,痕迹绵长,令人咀嚼不尽,品味不完。或许,是时光旧了,岁月老了,慢慢淡然一切,喜欢闲的时光,喜欢旧的岁月,喜欢依心做事,随心而舞,如此安然的煮一杯静好,与心底潺潺对酌,与岁月脉脉相语,感觉甚好!生活中,时不时的就会遇到一些不顺心的事,不顺眼的 Years of the season holding the clothes, into the winter threshold, the wind has been cold, the leaves have been dry, blink of an eye, a season of things will be buried in the dust. Free time, soak a cup of light tea, facing the window, facing the time, sipping carefully, slowly taste, warmth arrived at the bottom of my heart, between the lips and teeth are the fragrance of life, all the years of taste, mellow mellow Traces of long, chewy, endless taste. Perhaps the time is old, old, slowly indifferent to everything, like the free time, like the old days, like to work according to heart, heart and dance, so safe to cook a cup of good, and heart gurgling on the discretion, and the years Sympathy, feeling very good! Life, from time to time there will be some unpleasant things, not pleasing to the eye