The sunshine of late autumn is still warm, occasionally a few leaves close the curtain, mottled melancholy, the division of the seasons is like the cold and warm of life, the years cannot be retained, will be old, but the flowers bloom and fall, there are always flowers of kindness and love, always blooming in the heart.
The years are long, always to encounter new scenery, the road is under the feet, the heart is on the road, so let yourself be calm.
There is always a kind of soul match, in the autumn water long day, as promised, there is always a ray of sunshine, in the maple red chrysanthemum yellow, warm the heart, across the landscape, often grateful for this paper meeting, no matter the mountains and rivers, no matter the years are cool, it is finally the warmth placed in the heart.
Walking in the earthly world, who is not, the left hand is plain, the right hand fireworks, half thin and cold, half a cup of brightness, I like that very much, I came to the world for nothing else, just to stick to the warmth.
There is no need to ask where the time has gone, cherish the present, walk like a flower in the sun, and hope that many years later there will be a heart as clear as autumn water.
As I get older, I like my daily life more and more, I love everything I like, and I live every day seriously, the so-called happiness is the tranquility of the body and soul, and no matter how long the practice is, it is not comparable to peace of mind.
Maybe life is like this, you can't have spring flowers and autumn moons at the same time, alternating cold and warmth, having and losing coexist, so that is life.
The leaves in the autumn breeze are still rustling on the trees, but it is no longer the one from last year, there is always some time, brilliant in the spring blossoms, and melancholy in the autumn rain, there are always some people, met in the most beautiful time, and scattered at the next intersection, some tossing, seemingly light and cloudy, turned around, tears have poured into the city.
Life, has been going on, never for whom to stay, the mood is a touch of white moonlight written on the plain notes of the years, even if it encounters the cold, even if it has been written as a broken chapter of lovesickness, it is still safe and sound.
I think of the words of the master Feng Zikai: do not mess with the heart, do not be troubled by feelings; Don't think about the past, don't fear the future, so, it's good.
In the depths of autumn, with a touch of warmth, do yourself well in the intertwined time of cold and warmth, talk with the time, talk with the years, quietly taste the beauty of life, the long road is long, we always think that the best ahead, in fact, is the warmest companion, always in the heart, the most precious know how to always be by the side.
When the autumn wind sweeps up the fallen leaves, when the summer flowers are no longer fragrant, life will eventually return to dullness, put away the attachment in your eyes, calm down and listen to the autumn wind tell the long love of the thin water, the true love of life, is not the flowing years worth showing off when the flowers bloom, but the companionship that does not leave when the leaves fall...
With a meter of sunshine, bright all sorrows, may the autumn breeze not be dry, the years are quiet and beautiful, the time is not old, you and I are good.