In our life, we will encounter many setbacks, we must work hard to overcome, do not simply give up, persistence to reach the other side of success.
Quiet may be another beauty. Wait for a clear state of mind, live plainly, and be ashamed.
Years are a book that portrays ups and downs with experiences. Tonight was also a moonless night. When the night breeze arrives, it brings a hint of coolness, the drowsiness is dispelled, and the heart is blown by the wind. Alone in the quiet of the night, sitting alone in front of the screen, listening to a sad song, looking out the window at the deep night sky, letting go of yourself, letting go of your thoughts. Shroud the melancholy in a faint night, enjoy the wonderful loneliness, the poignant loneliness. Instead of indifferently building a hedge to hide in the mountains and forests, it is a red dust to wipe the heart. Only the heart is calm, understands itself, simply lays the foundation of life, looks at the mountains, looks at the water, and smiles warmly. I believe that smiles always bloom for us. The scenery was always beautiful for us. I want to plant quiet leaves. The eyes are clear. I have a transparent heart. There is a sentimental soul. At the end of the falling red is the fate of the earthly world, and the depths of life are cold and warm. Life is a parting process.
Quiet may be plain. It's like plum blossoms in the corner, beautiful like poetry, enjoying the pain when tears fall. Because it can release one's emotions and sorrows, it is necessary to cleanse the dust of the heart. Listen to the years and squeeze out the time that remains on your fingertips. Look back at the traces of life that printed the depths of life in the flow of years. In the memories of the past, it is still warm, so that the heart is quiet in the years. In retrospect, it was the most beautiful landscape of life. Enjoy the quiet way of walking, accompanied by quiet singing, quietly listening to the birds and flowers, and enjoying the happiest life around the clouds.
Some people never forget something. I've never left the memory. It's just a human body savoring loneliness. A person enjoys the beauty of that loneliness. That's beautiful. Embedded in a soft heart, it becomes the best memory.
Years are a song without words, time is a pen. He paints lightly with colored chalk, and the flowers bloom in the spring or in March or in the spring. He depicts it lightly with simple brushstrokes, snowflakes flying everywhere. The most beautiful thing in life is light, light as an orchid, not colorful for a hundred flowers, and the fragrance has a taste; light as water, colorless and tasteless, and the taste is the source of life. The faint heart of life will not be tired, in the shallow time, open the heart to a light flower.
Look at the diaries that have been blown by the wind and beaten by the rain, and gradually touch the traces of the past years, and their most authentic masks are exposed. Let the ripples of the sea of hearts, the heart and memory like water. Along the way, many people cherish it and deserve to be with them for a lifetime. Quiet nights, the language of the quiet heart flows through the music. The encounters of several lives, as transparent as snow. Maybe each other's fate is just passing by. Maybe in the blink of an eye it's the end of the world. But even if you encourage each other, even if you forget to be in this world. It will never be the sincerity of the first meeting.
Thank you for all the fates in the world, when the eyes meet, it is worth the warmth of the world. No matter what the fate is, it is a beautiful encounter. Stop every step of life and believe that it is a new beginning, think lightly and forget, and learn to be at ease with fate. Wind and rain, wind and rain, harvest everything.
Not all people are in the window of memory, but touch the hanging memory wind chimes, flowing with beautiful heart sounds. The night is like a tranquil lake, and I miss the full moon overflowing in the water. In life you come is spring. Too many encounters, just hurried passing by, passing by, no sound, no trace. If you walk on their own parallel trajectories, they will certainly not intersect. Do I still have anyone at this time? Like me, waiting for the silence of the night. The heart is like a quiet river. Permeated with soft notes. Knock your heart and make it quieter and warmer. Pour a cup of amber moonlight, listen to a transparent piece of music, let the heart sway softly, and hope to have a feeling, only suitable for beautifully just entering the world of night dreams.