Time is like water, and it always causes a few thoughts. Pass through the veins of verdant leaves, gather a path of flowers, sit in the fireworks of the world, and listen to those loves and carnivals.
No matter how the years change, a touch of the warmth of time will not be afraid of the wind chill on the fingertips.
Those who have squeezed through the depths of the years, shallow resentment, at the beginning, wake up the west wind into the brow bend, but in the end, give a long sigh, in the alternation of the sun and the moon, morning and dusk docking, gradually drift away, and until the smoke dissipates.
Along the way, I have indeed experienced a lot of heat and cold, and my ordinary life is full of joy and sorrow, bitterness and sweetness.
On the one hand, we embrace the happiness given by life, on the other hand, we endure the suffering given by the years, grow in submission, understand in growth, gain understanding in understanding, and after enlightenment, we have an indifference.
The hustle and bustle of the world, the dust and smoke, there are too many fame and fortune and hilarity, so that humanity is lost in entanglement, day after day of trivial and helpless life, let people feel the truth of life and personal smallness.
The days are like this, slipping through the water as calm as water, some heart words, crystal clear spring dew and autumn rain, summer hot and winter cold. Quietly leaning on the ordinary life, sitting with a sense of tranquility and safety.
Gaze at the eyebrows, thoughts with the rhythm of the hundred turns, echoing in the midnight of the wind and rain, listening attentively, meditating and meditating, looking back in an instant, red dust, separated by the end of the world.
The turbulent flow of red dust and purple strangeness, drifting and flowing, always want to let a thin water flow long emotion, warm and light life, let it last forever, in the no tie, no hanging, no obstacle slowly walked through, leaving a touch of pure white under the new green; let the simple and plain life, written with light joy.
I once thought that if I made some bold remarks, I would be able to get drunk. Unexpectedly, the world is full of troubles, this is just your wishful thinking; you once thought that with a passion, you can brew a floating joy.
How to expect, the world is changeable, the world will not be according to your original wishes to perform; I once thought that after tasting the fireworks of the world, you can enjoy the quiet peace of the years.
The funny thing is that life is full of ups and downs, and you can predict the clouds.
In the end, it can only be two lines of tears, lamenting the ruthlessness of the years and the change of the world; with a helpless mood, the sacrifice sweeps the wind and moon that have been outlined, and the waves that rise and fall.
Three thousand red dust entangled, and the edges came and went like glass. Gazing at the leaf-falling courtyard, listening to the rain hitting the window sill, and narrating the red dust heart, I was drunk.
Summer has passed, autumn has come again, hiding the impetuousness of summer, covering up the quiet loneliness of autumn, and what has been precipitated is a simple and bright feeling.
The years are deep, everything is troubled, and the love affair in the world will flow with the falling flowers. Qing yan condensed frost, and finally the precipitated heart into blue and white porcelain, only remember the years are good, the present world is leisurely.
On the road of red dust, I realized that the changes in the world are all empty phases, and along with the changing causes, how can there be so many that cannot be put down and cannot be opened?
In the years to come, may we continue all the way and walk and realize, and do and pity, and walk and sing, the wind and waves are calm, the heart is worry-free, a horse is flat...