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Wen 丨 Xizi recites 丨 Fangxin
No one can predict the length of life, maybe it's a hundred years, maybe it's decades. Only by going with the flow and living out the truth of a life is we not disappointed in this life.
Everyone can't tailor the life they want, and everyone's life needs to be managed with their own hearts and live out the style of life.
The rivers of life always want to gush out thousands of waves, and later with the increase of age, the different moods, gradually no longer impatient, know how to quiet themselves in the order of the years, precipitate themselves.
When life slows down, the clouds floating in the sky and the wildflowers on the side of the road are so poetic.
The body and mind are quiet, the world reads into the heart, even if it is a trivial day, it reveals a quiet beauty.
When I was young, I liked to fight, but now I like to let go. Return to a peaceful heart, no longer jealous and envious.
Life is your own, and every inch of time in the palm of your hand should be less disturbing, less troublesome, more gentle, and more casual.
More desires in life will swell, there will be inner unevenness, it will increase the burden of life, more scrambling life, less time and energy to taste the joy of life. Sometimes when you let go of as much as you want in life, you will get as much as you want.
Be quiet and be true to yourself, know how to appreciate yourself, know how to appreciate others. I know how to be kind to myself, and I have also learned to be kind to the world.
Trees need to be cultivated, and people need to cultivate their minds. If you want the green grass, blue sky and white clouds of the soul, you must know how to clean the skin and fill the complicated heart.
The growth of life is always gradual, gradually enlightened.
We are all figures hurrying through the tunnels of the world, travelers wearing stars and wearing moons, people seeking true knowledge and true understanding in the hustle and bustle of the city.
Everyone's soul hides distractions and greed, and with a quiet and indisputable heart, dip the dew of the soul and wash the dirt hidden in the crevices of the soul, so as not to lose oneself.
In life, it can be the confidant of the heart, or the body and soul. In the spring of the coming year, meet a more beautiful distant place, a more beautiful poetry, and a more beautiful self!
The light person has no widow, the light person knows self-examination, and the light heart knows self-tranquility. Even though things are complicated, I am alone.
A heart is not entangled in trivialities, not bound by sentiments, the corners of time are the streams of immortality, the stepping of Huaxi.
Life is long, but the occasional encounter, the moment of looking back, the eternity of the intertwining of eyes, the origin of the collision of hearts. Don't take parting as the sadness of life, why isn't it for the next better encounter?
The meaning of life is hidden in the depth of life.
Every experience of life, gently touched with fingertips, can explore the thick foundation, the idyllic state of mind, the amazement of time, and the sultry drizzle.
No one is smooth in life, and those so-called excellent and good lives are earned by their own efforts.
Never dare to live up to any of the heavy gifts of the years, the bequest of Anya, the quiet and alone, all of which are exchanged for life with a calm and unashamed good heart.
A life without makeup is the true disposition. The grass and trees are all deeply aware, let alone the heart? Although it has been polished by the years and has lost its edges and corners, it still dissolves the thin coolness of the world with the temperature of the sun.
When the gorgeous leaves of life are exhausted, the veins of life are clearly visible, and the understanding along the way will be more real. The life story is written in a chapter, and there is always an encounter that is touching and profound!
Not all losses are regrets of life, not all gains, are the perfection of life, only the heart is abundant, the soul can be fragrant.
The years have matured the indifferent mind, but the old can not get rid of the elegant face, the belly has poetry and bookish self-glorification, how can the streamer easily throw people away?
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