【Open the light of the heart】

Falling leaves fall, cold sounds shatter, green smoke moon cage. The residual lights are light and dark, and the shoulders are stained with frost.

I and you, across the long streets of mountains and rivers, gray and numb, the moonlight illuminates my long and short figures, and also illuminates a period of light night walk.

After walking through dozens of spring and autumn, I have seen the joys and sorrows of joy and sorrow, and I have deeply felt the joys and sorrows. Some of the grief is familiar, but it is not enough for me to let go of the nostalgia for happiness.

Follow a string of starlight home and open the light of the heart. The shadow of the mountain in the distance has the lightness of ink painting. Some fine lights, naked and warm, jumped into my arms, and every sentence flowing out of my eyes was soft and warm.

The dead leaves under his feet have completed the final return. The branches that had been suppressed for a long time, heavy and bare, once again endured the tempering of the wind sword and frost sword, waiting for the birth of the next spring.

The soul that cannot find a home can only wander in this broken world. This voice of the whole world, the call of only one man, can reach my soul.

This dustless moonlight, unknowingly reunited with me, I opened the light of my heart, shook off the dust, and then gently asked: Don't come unharmed!

Some encounters, mostly beautiful. There are also many sorrows that add to the lonely soul. But to live strong is to be great. For injuries that cannot be escaped, you can try to choose to forgive.

The light that opens the heart can illuminate and warm the darkness and cold, and can also open your mind to the sky and the front.