In the year of no confusion, Qinghuan accompanies each other, is content with the present, and is stable in daily life.
Settle for ordinary time, people are calm, face everything with a normal heart, and the quieter the more comfortable.
Forbearance is peaceful, tranquility is peaceful, rationality guards happiness, and does not be a slave to emotions. The more you know, the more rational you are, no longer expecting casually, no longer entangled in gains and losses, and no longer obsessed with success or failure.
Life is the best teacher, time is the best healing, and years are the best baptism.
The years have emptied the troubles, the years have buried the past, the years have interpreted the vicissitudes of life, and the years have written a lifetime.
The years are long, full of stories, full of memories, and sprinkled with thoughts. Time has thickened the years, experienced the vicissitudes of the years, and the memories have enriched the years.
I read the years and felt a lot of emotion. Walking through the years, encountering new sorrows and old dreams, and interpreting growth and transformation. The years have witnessed the past, and the years have made you and me.
After half a life, you can read the years. The years are like flowing, I can't think of spending the days like years, and I want to open the years like the days.
If you forget time, you will not be sentimental, if you forget yourself, you will not be troubled, and if you forget the past, you will not be miserable.
It is forgetting that makes life simple, and it is forgetting that makes life pure.
Time answers everything, years give birth to everything, and do and understand, the scenery is on the road, and the answer is in the heart.
While walking, the future is pregnant with hope, thank you for yesterday's achievements, thank you for the past for achieving the future, and thank yourself for your achievements.
The past enriches life, if there is no past, life is incomplete, the past is a feast of experience, the past is the years of burning passion.
The past is like a dream, whose past is not ignorant, the past is just a prologue of life.
What can be taken away by time is floating clouds, and what time can't take away is real life.
The years are like a stream, the days are still the same, time is traceless, ever-changing, a time, a memory, memory is the footprint of life, memory is the aftertaste of time, if there is no memory, there is no past, if there is no memory, there is no joy.
It is the memories that interpret the life of Baiwei, and it is the memories that start the journey of vicissitudes.
People live a lifetime, carrying the past, walking slowly and realizing slowly, and self-healing. Looking back with mixed feelings, such as the smoke of the past, the bitter memories, the memories are long, like a shadow.
Forgetting will erase everything, there is no self, no face, no sorrow and no joy, only faint days, only silent years.
Life comes according to dreams, returns according to dreams, walks into the red dust with ignorance, walks with dreams, and sleeps according to dreams.
A mass of desires interprets a lifetime, bitterness and happiness are involuntarily, everything is destined, in the face of this life, how much can we see through, but it comes with fate and goes with fate.
Just leave everything to fate, let go of all infatuations and delusions, there is no self in the world, everything is illusory and delusional.