Sighing the world of mortals, the wind and rain are three thousand, and the song is far away.

Pure heart and lack of desire, simple heart and plain face, listen, pure heart and Sanskrit sound leisurely coming. ...

When the moon rises, people will remain silent after night. The wind, gently brushed my cheek, brushed away chaos.

My hair. The black velvet sky is full of ink and color, but you can't see through it. There is only softness in front of the window.

The faint moonlight is a black silhouette, vague and unreal.

Everything is silent, and the fate of the world is a reincarnation. Quiet mountain village, quiet

Night, quiet me, harmonious so beautiful, rare silence, rare loneliness.

Back home, familiar and strange. It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan. I compare life to a lonely flower.

Waves. People are on the road, without stopping, planning step by step towards their own blueprint. pass by

I spent 3,000 yuan in prosperity and enjoyed countless scenery. Heart, always on the road.

Memories kept rewinding, and three years passed quickly. Time boiled the rain and got you wet.

But it hurts me. Youth has passed, leaving without complaint. Only to find that it is so brave. retrospective

In the old pawnshop, my colleagues frequently appear in my mind, and I miss water.

"Ambition, no far, poor mountains from the sea, unlimited. Ambition, no

If you can't get in, you can't defend yourself. "Ambitious, confident, scholar spirit.

, give directions, spending Fang Qiu. Have dreams, have stubbornness, and struggle between ideal and reality.

Fate gradually compromised with reality, but the heart of simple but elegant Zen never changed.

With the growth of age, I understand the world, understand human feelings, but also increase the burden and habits.

Accustomed to silence, you said that I always have a trace of sadness. The world is beautiful and small.

Smile at the sun and your heart will smell sweet. I said, things are not sad, people are not things, and you can mourn without hurting.

Anger without arguing. The world has hurt me thousands of times. As long as this heart is still there, this ambition will not die and pursue freedom.

The attitude of cherishing possession is the most beautiful interpretation of youth.

I still remember when the sports meeting was held, we were full of energy and high spirits; Remember to participate in art activities.

During the festival, we rehearse hard and brainstorm; Remember that debate, our friendship comes first.

First, the competition is second; I still remember to pack jiaozi together, with flour all over my face and stuffing at will; Do you remember

Making micro-movies, youthful time, bittersweet; I still remember singing and dancing and skewering in the dormitory, passion.

Like fire, full of energy; Remember his cotton white shirt, her light blue dress, and

commemorate ...

Being in it, we didn't realize it until the end, only to find that we had experienced it together.

I like it very much. Too many feelings, too many plots are understated in reality, but naturally, in the story.

Overlap in turn. Wind, please help me to spread this yearning to the distance and send my deep blessing.

And full of feelings.

When the song is over, the sad people will understand. What will life be like after lamenting Qian Fan? Youth is like water

, tactfully low back, endless. At the end of midsummer, by the embankment, weeping willows will send you away. high

The eyebrows are lightly gathered, and the sleeves dance for years. The present and the past are different, lingering several times, and the flowers are gradually drifting away, but they are gentle.

Light, intoxicated with fleeting time.

Whose flute is playing, sighing and fluttering. Whose Jinse silk bounces, and it's deserted.

Out of control Whose beard is blown low and full of vitality. There are ten disappointments in life.

Eighty-nine, instead of burying your heart deeply, it is better to listen to this music and express your feelings for this scenery.

Green grass is a petticoat, and mountain flowers are embellishments. Take one or two friends, enjoy the quiet scenery and talk about family happiness.

. Give a banquet, sit on flowers, fly feathers and get drunk on the moon. Forget things, forget yourself, be one with nature, and seek the soul.

Simple Jane. The most beautiful scenery is always in the distance. Shinohara said, go to Tibet. There's no problem

Only by clearing your heart can you realize the Tao. I've been immersed in the world for a long time, and I need to change oxygen for purification.

As Yasunari Kawabata wrote on his trip: At four o'clock in the morning, I found Begonia flowers still awake.

There are more surprises in life and less sadness in the world of mortals.

The eternal sorrow of love and hate, the century-old sorrow of empty reality. Everything is changing, and my heart is eternal. no

Do not forget your initiative mind, live up to your original intention. Clear your mind, restore the true colors of life, and pursue a simple and elegant life.

. Happiness is on the left, within reach.

Mirror bodhi, pure heart and lack of desire, simple heart and plain face, be a lotus-like woman, wandering in the dust.