Author: Zi Mo
The prosperity is over, all things and scenery are gradually returned to calm, plain and silent in the light time, constantly deleting the complexity and simplifying, and constantly returning to the truth.
After a heavy snowfall, it leaves a blank space for the years, and then, let us fall into the memories and meditate for a long time in the clouds of the past.
All the way hurried, in the wind and snow, the road is still so long, but people walk by, they leave deep footprints on the snow, is it vicissitudes or regrets, perhaps, that is the loneliness and loneliness of life.
However, life is like this, the scenery of the four seasons changes, time keeps flowing, you just need to believe, according to the sun, there is warmth, through the winter, meet the spring, full of hope.
Unconsciously, the winter in the north has passed most of the time, and the small town where I live is still cold. In winter, the grass and trees rest, the water is thin and the mountains are cold, and the depression and depression occupy the protagonist.
Time has lost weight, the lines of the scenery are dry and textured, and the thinness is also tight.
Standing in front of the window, I don't feel a touch of winter feelings, and I have entered the picture of winter charm.
On the canvas of the years, the traces of the year have been settled, the wind and rain and smoke are in it, in the gap of time, there is still the dry grass swaying in the cold wind and insisting, the grass and trees are miserable, the warmest part of the sun, and some flowers are withering in the branches, which is also a kind of fragrant beauty of life.
Time is gone, in the depths of the seasons, salvaging the past in the memory, a heart fragrance, a longing, still clear veins, strong emotions.
Brew a cup of tea, hold it in your hand, quietly transmit warmth, faint fragrance, soothe the heart, and gently grace the winter time.
The four seasons flow, spring and autumn bloom and close, the second flowers bloom in an orderly manner, the sorrow and joy are impermanent, the heart is stained with frost, and there is also a bit of heaviness, tossing and turning, which is the mood at the end of the year.
When the seasons are old, the time is old, but the years have not aged, life is old, the face is old, but the hope in the heart has not aged.
Life, if there is no hope, there is no meaning. Just like the scenery of the four seasons, each season has its own beauty, if there is no hope, there is no beautiful theme, and there is no feeling at this moment.
Just like waking up every day, if there is no hope, you will not see the sun shining, and you will not go out to meet the morning light.
If there is no hope, even if you go out, you will be drowned in the red dust and lose yourself.
In the past of life, the crowd is bustling, the world is uncertain, the vicissitudes of the years, the flowers and birds are a day, the storm is also a day, you have your choice, I have my choice, some people are relaxed and happy, some people are sad and lonely.
This is the difference, I did not use a piece of paper to treat life, polish chai rice oil and salt, treat feelings, we use affectionate pen, color for love.
For life, we are in the wind of hope, under the sunshine of expectation, half a life of searching, for the beautiful eyebrows.
Because you understand, you are compassionate. Because of hope, we have placed the highest hopes in life, and the emotions of profound meaning.
Li Danya's "My Heart Is Idle": "I have always longed for such a life: there is a house by the lake, the sleeper floor, the house opens a bookstore, the bookstore and the tea house are staggered, there are books in the tea, and there is tea next to the book. Downstairs, the voices of the people are ding, each talking about their own livelihood, while I, live upstairs, make tea and boil wine, read regularly, wear the widest clothes, tired, go downstairs, listen to tea, watch life. ”
There is hope and there is beauty, and there are too many beautiful things in life that we need to pursue, that is because we have a beautiful heart and a pure heart that chases the future.
However, the ideal is very full, and the reality is very bone. Everyone yearns for that kind of beauty that is far from the world, but the idea is always contrary to reality.
Year after year, this time is really not forbidden, this season changes too quickly, this life, this road, just in the clutch of sorrow and joy, in the sunrise and sunset, it has exhausted half of the time, from green silk to white hair, it is only a turning time.
Looking up at the blue sky, the wind swept by, the clouds drifted by, the birds flew by, and there was no trace left.
Open the window, let the breeze blow the heart song, let the sun warm yourself, only by opening the heart window, can you be sunny, there is hope in your heart, and the world will be transparent and bright.
In the cold winter, time is slow, quiet in the corner of the sun, sitting alone in a corner, listening to the heart, tasting light tea, letting the heart flow, keeping quiet, not saying a word, with the faint time slowly growing old, so that my heart has been idle.
Xue Xiaochan said: "The volume of loneliness in winter is particularly large, and the human soul is also particularly magnificent. The more winter, the closer you are to the warmth, with the warm people and things. ”
The years are quiet, but they are not sparing, and the stability of the world is what we hope for, even the coldest winter will not drown our dreams, and it will not stop us from approaching warmth.
Under the sun, read a poem, the words are bright, the poetry is elegant, the ink fragrance is accompanied by the fragrance of tea, the soft ripples, the low eyebrows are beautiful, the light smell of tea, you feel the warmth of the depths of time.
On deep cold days, the vicissitudes hang on the branches, we walk gently, the ancient years, falling dappled light and shadow, inadvertently, the traces of the years climbed on our foreheads, whitened sideburns. Time passes, Shaohua is easy to pass, and life is already on the way to old age.
We all know that there are too many too late in life, and there are as many encounters and dispersions in life, but we still can't stop the pace of time, sighing again and again in the clutches of sorrow and joy, looking at the distance on the banks of the river of the years.
Years are vast, experience vicissitudes, the heart is calm, the soul will have a wide space, at any time the light will grow old, Xiao Xiao ban Ma Mingli, less undulating waves, more quiet and warm.
At the end of the year, the past can not be traced, the bits and pieces of the past, gathered into memories, all follow the time into the ordinary, replaced by the warmth of memory, life is like tea, tumbling in boiling water, soaking in brewing, receiving mixed gifts.
Mr. Yang Dai said: "Life, a year old has the taste of a year old, a station has a station of scenery, your age should become the medal of your life, not your sad reason, even if the eyes are full of stories on the face is still not leaking wind and frost, all the grievances you swallow, will eventually feed you the pattern." ”
The years have flowed, dyed our hair white, once full of spirit, now prosperous and fallen, once upon a time, the vast and desolate road of life, now only the way home.
The years do not stay, let people's lives prosper and depression, all pass away with the wind, the years of isolation and helplessness is the inner desolation, looking at the flow of years away, many impermanent past events, many want to cry without tears, let themselves be helpless, but also want to say and stop, looking back at half a life, but there is really nothing to be proud of.
The story of the twelve months, written full of plain notes, should also be collected, but I still hope that the beautifully bound, paid with a peach blossom cover, quietly sent to the spring.
And hope that in the spring, on the peach blossom waterfront, see the infinite spring light, do not admire the fragrance of peach and plum, quietly keep the heart safe, spring, summer, autumn and winter, live idly, just like this, safely old.
If life is a tree and a flower, then, after knowing the warmth of the years, the fragrance will feel that the heavens and the earth are long.
I only wish to be a person with a warm heart and full of hope for the rest of my life, which is to fulfill my wish, so that the beauty of life will remain eternal in the midst of the passing away of the fragrance.
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