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When I am idle, I always like to calm down and silently hear the noise of the world. Life is full of all kinds of things, life's joys and sorrows, sorrows and joys, no one can escape, no one can be spared, this is not pessimism, but real real life. Only in this way will I feel the real social life and realize a certain meaning of life from it. Although the heart longs to live a simple life that truly belongs to oneself, this is just their own wishful thinking, because once people live in the world, they will always be wrapped up in the trend of life, there will always be a feeling of "people in the rivers and lakes, involuntarily", the nobility of the heart sometimes really has to bow to the world's inferiority, otherwise it is really difficult to walk. In the face of the wordless book of life, everyone must be careful, because it is full of mysteries.
In this lifetime, the time spent living in the world is really too short. There was no time to think, too late to look back, and in the blink of an eye, I came to the edge of life. Although sometimes I also constantly remind myself that I cherish every minute and second of my life and live well. However, when saying goodbye to every piece of past life, I always feel that there are too many regrets. Especially at the end of the year, when looking at the thin pages of paper left in the calendar on the desk, my heart is always full of mixed feelings. Although this is a time to send the old and welcome the new, when saying goodbye to the upcoming year, there is always too much helplessness and reluctance in my heart, and I always feel that there are still many things that have not been done in the past year and have not been done well. Although I am also full of good expectations for the future, I also want to live my life to the fullest in the future days, leaving a little regret, but year after year, the situation is always not much improved, so that I am always in a tangled mood, to face the past and the future.
Unconsciously, the spring breeze quietly blew, the heart skimmed a trace of warmth, and the occasional firecracker sound came from the air, reminding himself that the new year was coming again. A new cycle of four seasons is about to begin. The world may be a little difficult, but the pace of our lives has no reason to stop. At this time of year, in the welcome to hear the old joys and laughter of relatives and friends who come and go, from their words, quietly feel the joy and sorrow of the world. This is not the self-transcendent of things, but everyone has their own world, everyone is someone else's bystander, listen carefully, silently feel, truly experience, always get a reminder or advice from elsewhere, which is also a rare progress for themselves.
In the Chinese New Year's Eve this warm and cold spring night, eat dinner, leave the noisy dining table, and as usual, a person to make a cup of tea, under the warm light, sit quietly at the desk, savor the quiet tea fragrance emitted from the tea, let their soul in the square inches, keep a quiet and peaceful. Through the windows, the buildings not far away reveal the lights of thousands of homes. At this moment of reunion, every lamp flashes the happiness and sweetness of each family. The neon of the city streets not only shines the prosperity of the city, but also reveals the glitz and warmth of the world. Turn around and look at the desk next to you, there is only a pot of light tea brewed by yourself, light and light, no need to ask, not to mention, the prosperity outside the window has nothing to do with yourself, only the quiet scene in the room belongs to yourself, let yourself in an indifferent state of mind, accompanied by a cup of tea, to participate in the wonderful and helpless outside world.
Although he was in the dou room, between this square inch, facing the four walls of books, accompanied by a lone lamp and tea, quietly reading a little idle book in peace of mind, he was also leisurely. It is precisely because I like to read that I have poetry and far away in my heart. In the world of books, under the pen of the literati, I have met countless beautiful distant places in my heart, which makes me yearn for it in the twilight of my thoughts, although I can't go there. Beautiful words, permeated with beautiful poetry, stirred my thoughts, and made me have a lofty attitude towards the troubles and sorrows encountered in real life. The stage of life is very lively, I am destined not to be the protagonist of the stage in this life, to be an audience under the stage, in the wonderful of others, to realize the true meaning of life is also a sense of satisfaction.
Accustomed to a leisurely reading life, in the ordinary days, a cup of tea, a book, accompanied by a breeze, or a round of bright moon, the soul into a light state of mind, their mood is just like the tea in the teapot, regardless of the quality of the tea is good or bad, good or bad, the quality of the water can not be ambiguous, at least to be clean, pure, thorough, so that the tea leaves in the water slowly tumbling, time and years of accumulation of the tea rhyme, will dissolve into the water, drink a sip, under the taste, The charm that nature gives to the tea leaves will be lightened into the throat, bringing you a relaxing and wonderful tea fun. When drinking tea, don't think about anything, don't say anything, don't even have the heart to drink tea. Concentrate on the tea, take a sip and slowly taste it, don't care about the sweetness of the tea taste, the cleaner the heart, the more fragrant and sweet the tea you drink. Drinking tea is a realm, especially in such an environment as late at night, drinking tea will feel the calmness and authenticity contained in tea. No matter how good the tea is, it is only five bubbles, the first brew, you can feel the bitterness of the tea, the second brew, feel the mellow aroma of the tea, the third bubble, feel the richness of the tea, the fourth bubble, feel the clarity of the tea, the thickest brew, naturally the lightness of the tea. This reminds us of how our lives are not like this. Young childhood, mellow youth, deep middle age, thorough prime-age, and old age that fades and gradually loses the taste of life. Looking out the window at the world, there was hustle and bustle. There are also quiet, only themselves, silently listening to the wind, letting the breeze blow away the dust of the soul, breaking free from the shackles of the soul, the shackles of fame and fortune, listening to the people who come and go in this world, and watching the ups and downs in the red dust. Everyone is destined to be a passer-by, and the only difference is to see what each person leaves for the world.
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