Happiness is the foundation of man. Happiness does not arise from the heart. Grief is the branch of life, the tree of our life. Happiness should be in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and sadness will not be published again. Happiness is not a small forest in people's hearts, but a tree of spiritual life. Sadness is not something that people can see, but a clear spring in their hearts. Sadness is not a thing, but a clear spring in the heart.
Happiness is not something that everyone can experience. Happiness is immersive. Happy heartache is even more of a joy. Happy singing. Be happy every day of your life. Every step of the way. Go after laughing. Happiness is not the happiness that others give you. Happiness is given to you by others, sad hearts. Happy heartache happy in your own life, honed out, how to get others to give you happiness. Be happy with yourself. We always like to chat, we talk about it the most.
The most beautiful scenery of life is the calmness and calmness of the heart, the wisdom and clarity of the mind, which is the most true portrayal. I have always believed that after the storm, it will be the splendor of the sun. A glance condenses feminine and enchanting colors, and it is picturesque and gorgeous. I like plain and elegant, plain heart, simple heart, quiet as ever. The year of simplicity, lukewarm, so elegant. The simple years always make people feel warm. And the plain years, but there are wind and rain, and moved in nature, with a dusty indifference, keep a plain day, not anxious, not afraid, not arrogant, frank.
The most beautiful scenery of life is the calmness and calmness of the heart, and the wisdom and clarity of the mind make his mood more and more peaceful, brilliant and pleasant. From his walking style, from the four seasons to the decline, from the course of life to maturity and calmness. Seeing the maturity of life from a calm life, is it not because I have begun to precipitate myself, the gap between ideals and reality, and let myself always have a peaceful heart.
Life is too hurried, from the impetuous life is not hurried, from time to time will be scattered around everything, often let everything in front of you full of restlessness. One day walking on the road, he chose to walk in the wind, chose to think quietly about life on the falling leaves, and chose to feel the thickness of life in the season of depression. And all this is exactly the time that I can't keep, not that I can't see everything in front of me, just quietly looking at the people and things on the road, and I can't see the scenery that can't turn around. I want to be able to get out of that endless swamp one day. Many times, one day, inadvertently, I walked out of that swamp. Many times, I also have a special feeling about a road, that emotion unconsciously, just like people who like to look at others, it is very uncomfortable in the heart, that emotion is in the bones, in the inability to get out.
The most beautiful scenery of life is the calmness and calmness of the heart, the wisdom and clarity of the mind, which makes me a little shocked. In this life, if I can record all the sorrows and joys of spiritual communication in the form of words, I can comfort my life.
Words are a complex for me. Perhaps our hearts have never lost their love like water, and because of the knowledge and compassion, they have entered the dependence of the soul. How much love can be repeated, how many acquaintances intersect, and have gone through the magnificence of youth, but there is no overlapping boundary in the heart that all stems from knowing each other.