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（威Q电185-8485-8556）您的满意，我的追求 ，日常生活，尽管商品经济和心理特征不一样，决策了每一个人对幸福的定义皆有不一样。

细雨霏霏的黄昏，与其窝在沙发里看无聊的电视剧，还不如斟一杯茶，放一首歌，一个人好好品味一下其中的韵味，何等的惬意。

放的是周杰伦的《青花瓷》，我最喜欢的歌曲之一，最具中国风的味道。优美的旋律响起，飘入耳里的是“天青色等烟雨，而我在等你”。轻轻地抿了一口茶，细细地品味歌词的含义。恍惚间，我似乎也觉得在等一个人，等一个熟悉而又陌生的人。“炊烟袅袅升起，隔江千万里”，她与我似乎也隔着千万里的江河，但我们却能够看得见彼此。

“素胚勾勒出青花笔峰浓转淡，瓶身描绘的牡丹一如你初妆。”经过世俗的洗涤，我们都是京剧高手。身着戏服，脸抹浓妆，动人的眼神，醉人的歌喉，只为演一场为别人称赞的好戏。戏台上我们赢得了满堂彩，回到后台卸下妆容，还来不及看一眼自己，又匆匆描眉施粉回到戏台。我们已不知换了多少张面具，已记不清面具下最初的 面容是什么模样了。

“月色被打捞起，晕开了结局。”懂得我们的只有自己，我所等待的那个人不就是真实的我吗？“你的美一缕飘散，去到我去不了的地方。”她被我遗忘，随风飘散，只有风才知道她去了哪儿。她可以随风而去，就可以随风而来。只要我们撕毁脸上的面具，她不就来了吗？像风一般的来了。

“在泼墨山水画里，你从墨色深处被隐去。”在浓妆淡抹中，她被深深地隐去，只有经过岁月的洗礼，她才能再慢慢地展现她的容貌。而我们也只有老了，才能从戏台上退出，因为这时已看淡了名和利。在死亡的边缘，名与利已不算什么了，自己生活的快乐这才是最重要的。老人之所以受人敬仰是因为他们比我们智慧，比我们真实。

It’s better to pour a cup of tea and play a song in the drizzling dusk than to sit on the sofa and watch boring TV dramas. How comfortable it is to savor the charm alone.

It’s Jay Chou’s “Blue and White Porcelain”, one of my favorite songs with the most Chinese flavor. The beautiful melody sounded, and what drifted into my ears was “the sky is blue waiting for smoke and rain, while I am waiting for you”. Gently took a sip of tea and savored the meaning of the lyrics. In a daze, I also seem to feel like waiting for someone, someone familiar and unfamiliar. The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, thousands of miles across the river. She and I seem to be also thousands of miles away, but we can see each other.

The Su embryo outlines the peak of the blue and white brush that turns from thick to light, and the peonies depicted in the bottle are like your first makeup. “After being washed by worldly customs, we are all experts in Beijing Opera. Dressed in costumes, with heavy makeup on her face, captivating eyes, and a captivating singing voice, she only wanted to perform a good performance that was praised by others. On the stage, we won a full house of applause and went back to the stage to remove our makeup. Before we could even catch a glimpse of ourselves, we hastily brushed our brows and applied powder back to the stage. We no longer know how many masks we have changed, and we can’t remember what the initial face beneath the mask looked like.

The moonlight was picked up and the ending was blurred. “Only oneself understands us, isn’t the person I am waiting for the real me? Your beauty is drifting away, to places I cannot go. “She was forgotten by me, drifting away with the wind, and only the wind knows where she has gone. She can go with the wind and come with it. As long as we tear off the mask on our faces, won’t she come? Coming like the wind.

In splash-ink landscape painting, you are hidden from the depths of the ink. In heavy makeup and light application, she is deeply hidden. Only after the baptism of time can she slowly reveal her appearance. And we can only withdraw from the stage when we are old, because we have already underestimated fame and fortune. On the brink of death, fame and fortune are no longer important, and the happiness of one’s own life is the most important. The reason why elderly people are respected is because they are smarter and more authentic than us.

The sky is blue and waiting for rain, while I am waiting for you. “To wait for you, it’s better to” retire “from now on and be a true and happy self. Looking up at the sky at 45 degrees and saying to yourself, ‘You’re back.’ No matter what others say, it’s best to be yourself.

At the end of a song, the tea was consumed, and my thoughts were swept away.

“天青色等烟雨，而我在等你。”等你，要等到何时，不如从现在开始就“退休”，做一个真实快乐的自己。45度仰望天空，对自己说：“你回来了。”不管别人怎么说，做自己最好。

一曲终了，茶饮尽，心事拂去。