The years are hurried, the grass is dying, the night is dry, why bear the weight? Many people are not enough, the unknown grows up, and sees themselves old. Remembering the wind and rain that has passed through the years, I am eager to say goodbye.
The years are merciless, the time is not equal, and the subject still thinks that he is invincible to the beauty. All beings are equal, the dust will eventually return to the earth, and all beings will turn into dust, so what is the birth of the different? How can it be born righteous? Ask yourself a lot.
This morning is raining lightly in the afternoon, the breeze is on the road, there are many inspirations, there is no meditation for a long time, I have sighed in the world of seven meats and eight vegetarians, and I can't cope with it. Its red dust jar is also a few soaked in the cold of my heart, and it is still hard.
Unaware of the pond spring grass dream, the autumn sound of the sycamore leaves in front of the steps. Suddenly looking back, everything is eye smoke; Those who have been empty-eyed are talented women of the country. Today's tasting of tea and pure thoughts, Fang Zhizhi went straight to the road of pure white lotus and proud of golden chrysanthemums.
Do you not want left poetry and far away, the right hand breeze bright moon, the cloud wants to dress and flowers want to look, and the north of the Agarwood Pavilion leans on the dry? Yu Heng luxury books to stroke the piano, the years are quiet; I also dream of listening to the wind and admiring the flowers, leisurely South Mountain. However, the red dust is rolling, the infatuation is far-reaching, the smell of plums is shallow, the dew is thick and thin, this should not be the wind and snow and the moon and waves, but the work of rice salt.
Jiangshan laughs, smoke and rain are far away; Breeze laughs. Hurrying on the road of smoke and dust, Yu Zhizhi: Even if Yu You is reasonable like a rainbow, and his thoughts are like a spring, he must also make a wisp of smoke with the gentle fingertips of the years and turn them into an evening photo.
Helpless flowers fell, and déjà vu returned. Yu did not want to sink the flowers and flow water in the spring, and he did not want to sink the autumn wind and rain to kill people. Fu Nian Ri hugged his soul, one heart and one heart, gradually became a good state, and his life was even. The unique nature of the volt, every moment of a pole, optimistic and vigorous, then spread the beauty of the people in all directions and this, both bad and expect the early arrival of happiness, can be happy.
To be born is to be like this, and he who desires is not allowed. It is difficult for those who ask for it to go. Therefore, those who give the order are calmly forward, the rain is heavy, and sometimes it stops, and the winter solstice and spring are also after. But after the storm, the rainbow neon, self-reliance, learning to hurt themselves, never from the sky. In this way, the rain road begins to have a ray of sunshine, and the warmth is also wet.
Born without suffering, bitter and sincere can forge a spirit and manifest glory! Diamonds are priceless and sharpened. "The people of the sea wept into beads, woven into beautiful silk, and the world's soft silk." Although the times are vicissitudes, the more abundant the life. Seventy-four hundred and eight thousand two hundred and nineteen American que
The beauty of the husband's life, the nature of the sun and the moon, does not avoid the real and ends in the void. It is to be humble in life, salty and sober. Love the years, laugh and sing for years. Things have desperate and real folders, springboards also. Don't ask about the prosperity, loneliness and despair.
I am a guest of heaven and earth, a guest of the world, and love is my only bag. Spontaneous self-conceit, happy and happy, do not deliberately cloud flow, go with nature, everything is with, and regret. Faith meets good fortune, and all are blue in the sky and the stars are also brilliant.