Author: Zi Mo
A heart of grass and trees, know how to treat kuei rong normally, a grateful heart, know how to embrace and cherish the present. In the wind of the past, listen, listen to the messy and disorderly melody; look, see the intertwined lines of light and shadow; look, see, see if there is the best in time and space? Don't be pushed into the abyss by the past, the majestic scenery, the world is wider.
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Cool weather, in the wind to see the shadows mottled, to see the fallen leaves flying, one by one are nostalgic, when landing one by one is empty. The silent world, the shadow of the babbling, the sound of the sycamore tells the deep feeling.
Stretch out a hand, shake hands with the autumn that met, the cool autumn is thick, can't help but think of the songs in the past, singing over and over again, lingering, but also thinking about the past time, when the poetry of the years seems to have no troubles, it is a season of innocence and romance.
The past is like the wind, every time you look back, every time you stop, you can watch and appreciate the beautiful scenery in the sun, the gentle feelings, the warm feelings, and let yourself be infinitely nostalgic.
In the corner of time, there are always some unclear emotions whispering on the eyebrows, is it sadness or pain, so that you can't put it down and can't break free?
The vicissitudes of the world, there are always some sorrows in the depths of the heart, there are always some beautiful entanglements in the heart. Now, the streamers of fingertips flew and slipped away from the fingers once again, silently, letting sorrow and joy drift in the autumn wind and autumn rain, and the verses of Xiao Ser.
The past is like the wind, we all walk in the wind, we also practice in the wind, walk through time, walk through the years, and long to have a transparent soul and a perfumed taste of life. If we are not satisfied, we must continue to walk, there can be no wind and waves in the rivers and lakes, and the wind and waves will sometimes be calm.
I am not greedy, extravagant hope is not happy, the past will go with him, I just want to have the happiness of the moment, smooth breathing.
When September leaves, I will not grieve, tell myself that time is equal for everyone, not more or less because of sadness or joy, step by step in the wind and rain, there is nothing to escape, there is not so much sadness.
The past is like the wind, the suffering in real life, the joy in the day, are the wind in the mountains and forests, after blowing, there is the incense of life, there is the bitterness of life, do not think about keeping.
Because those that don't belong to you at all, what you give life, what life gives you, will be taken away with the passage of time, leaving behind feelings, wisdom, not confusion and indifference.
Seemingly ruthless life, in fact, hides a kind of affection, when the complicated branches of life extend to you, you just hug, in the rich choice, find out what you like, find the best gesture to return to life.
Instead of enduring, staying up, and in pain, because we know how to cherish and give up, know how to hug and let go, know how to love and hate.
We can not understand this world, but we must understand ourselves and know why we live. When I first set out with my original intention, I experienced so much, and asked myself what was left, was it a scattered word, or an unsatisfactory graffiti? What pictures slipped away in the smoke and rain?
Time is light, their own stories to read, read the past, a tea, a book, a mood, the past are from their own hands, perhaps are common words, simple and simple can also make people read easily; perhaps there is a chapter is wonderful content, reading exciting, perhaps a good poem, pleasing to the eye, leisure is also fun.
The original record, is touched, is painful, is hope, is disappointed, in fact, is not important, cherish the present, live in the present, is the most real to have.
This sentence seems to have some truth, grass and tree life, years can steal our faces, but can not steal a trace of happiness, because this is their own control.
The past is like the wind, going against the wind, in those clearly patterned annual rings, do you remember how to please yourself? In the slow time, gradually enlighten yourself.
The past is more Zen, and the verses in the garden of life are beautiful because they walk with their original intentions. What will not be desolate and indifferent will always be your attitude towards new things, the old time has gone, only the understanding is in your hands, and let the other go with the wind.
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