Wandering in the past fleeting time, the years groan in the falling tears, and the time stays at the cold fingertips. Laugh at the fleeting time, life is like a cup of tea. Life is just a touch of sweetness after a bitter taste. If you know how to taste, life is so dull, not clouded by your sadness, not sunny because of your hearty. In the afternoon of the season, sitting in the warmth revealed by the depths of life, holding a handful of sunshine to cleanse the soul, picking a flower and gently twisting the world of mortals. draw
Looking back, time flies, flowers bloom and fall, fragrance remains the same, and fate has dispersed. It's just a lesson in life practice. Every encounter in the world of mortals is from the heart, and the indifference after passing by is only a touch of scenery in the years. What we have to do is to cherish fate and let nature take its course. Meeting again and again, leaving again and again, understanding again and again, there are always some people who are moved a little in the past stories, there are always some concerns that are difficult to give up, and there are always seats that are troubled by dreams. No matter how stupid we used to be, we must learn to live with it in the real world.
The mountain of life is a journey of water, and the potholes you walk through will be the deep and shallow marks of the years. Only by walking through the rugged mountain road can we feel the sureness at our feet, and only by daring to go against the wind can we have the courage to fight against the huge waves. The full moon and the lack of the moon, the ebb and flow of the tide, are doomed scenes. It is also a poetic life to enjoy the moon under the full moon and cherish the moon under the lack of it. Although we can't change the weather, we can control our mood and appearance, but we can not go back to the past with a smile, but we can cherish the present. Let the fleeting time ferment in the precipitation of years, and then look back, appreciate lingering emotions and recall ignorant youth.
Life is a meaningful journey, the stream is gurgling, the small bridge hedge garden is a harmonious peasant ink painting, full of poetry with simple pen and ink; Neon lights, songs and dances are a vivid picture of the city, sitting and watching the silence hidden in your heart in the bustling and noisy world; Spring branches are swaying, and the thin green hills are an indifferent landscape painting, laughing at the ups and downs of life in the green mountains and waters. Every cluster of scenery is beautiful, but the difference is the mood of watching the scenery, learning to appreciate the scenery and finding warmth from it.
If you smile at the flowers, the flowers will naturally smile back at you. If you respect life, birds will naturally give you a beautiful song. If you face the cold winter calmly, the four seasons will naturally give you warm spring. If you face life indifferently, life will naturally return to you. Be a smiling sunflower, no matter how the world turns, you can find your own warmth, never bow your head and face the warm sun.
Time is impermanent, life is like a dream. After experiencing a complex society, people will eventually return to the simplicity of life. Simplicity is a style, and plainness is an attitude. Simple is to stand in front of the mirror and only see what the mirror reflects. When you smile at it, it smiles at you, and when you cry at it, it tears at you. Simple as a glass of pure water, facing the world purely. Plain is not to hedge and cultivate in the heart, but to face the ups and downs of life calmly, let life enjoy the beauty in plain days, and let the fleeting time write tenderness under the weak pen.
The four seasons flow, the grass grows and the warblers fly. Years in the early spring bud tactfully, twist out a touch of Zen fragrance and a warm floating heart. Buddha said: a flower in a world and a grass in a day, a smile and a dust, a thought and a silence. Smile at life with a heart like water and grasp the meaning of life. Watch a fireworks show, learn to cherish the beauty of life, take a bumpy road and understand that life is not easy. Learn to be grateful for life, fear life, get together with your loved ones in a shallow time, stay with your lover, enjoy the fun of life indifferently, let the flowers bloom in front of the court, and let the world change unintentionally, so that your heart will be peaceful. draw
The beauty of life is that you can see your lover's face when you get up every day, and there is a ray of sunshine every morning. In fact, happiness has been hidden in shallow days. When I was a child, happiness was a very simple thing. When you grow up, simplicity is a very happy thing. When we were young, we always cried and laughed. When we grow up, we always laugh and cry. When I was a child, happiness was in sweet laughter, innocence was happiness, and later, happiness was in a dull life. Love a person, listen to a good music, and be cared for and cared for by parents is happy. Perhaps, after years of happiness, I am sitting in the sun and recalling the thick past.
Time is wandering in the shallow pen and ink, and the years are immersed in the crisp singing. Flowers bloom and fall, and everyone has a destiny. When the grass withers, it turns green. People are old and can't go back to the past. The four seasons are a changing pen, a painting, spring blossoms, a wave of hands, and leaves falling. Time flies, it is a pen that engraves the years. A wave of your hand is a blink of an eye, and things are different. Today's ignorance, youth and elegance are just a fleeting time in life after a long time, and then look back and see the glitz of the world with a faint heart.
Everyone is an actor on the stage of life. If there are differences, it's just different opportunities. If you can work hard and learn to prepare, the whole stage is yours. As the saying goes, the stage is as big as your heart. Change your mood, leave the smile to others and the stage to yourself. Go the way you want to go, love the person you want to love and live the life you want. Laugh at the fleeting time, so that the years are immersed in a smiling face.
The time is not over, and the pen becomes a ruin. Sitting in the corner of the years, listening to the growth in life, the flowers in my heart moisten the time and forget the past. Life is euphemistic in fleeting songs, intoxicated in quiet and beautiful scenery, indifferent to the ebb and flow of the tide, holding a simple pen of years, lighting up life and downplaying it.
Text/Feng Ling