At any time, we must keep our inner peace and quiet, and we can listen to the excitement of the birds, the joy of the wind, the leisure of the clouds, and the expression of flowers blossoming and falling. Quietly, even the sorrow is gone

At any time, we must keep our inner peace and quiet, and we can listen to the excitement of the birds, the joy of the wind, the leisure of the clouds, and the expression of flowers blossoming and falling.

Quietly, even the sorrow is no longer hoarse, no longer painful, just so faintly, if there is no place, silently, let everything become our past, just like the old pages that have been turned over, leaving the residual warmth and dark fragrance, the fragrance of exhaustion and unbearable all the way.

If everything is our inevitable experience, it is our destiny, why not be calm, calm, generous, the most beautiful life is pure joy, take out the most sincere mentality, the most comfortable posture, see the clouds rolling in, flowers blossom and fall, keep the inner tranquility and calmness.

Winter is deep, the lake is calm and clear, sparkling, a glance at the bottom, transparent and pure, reflected in the lake of tall buildings and bushes, virtual and real, if there is none, safe and interesting, all the way to the scenery, it depends on whether we can have a pure and perfect, looking for a beautiful heart.

With light steps, ushered in February, everything is new and beautiful, meet a flock of birds in the grass, not one, two, but a group, playing, chasing, jubilant, winter is melting, fading, spring is blending, changing, quietly greeting,,,,,