Outside of time, she stayed silent under the eaves
Look down and count the rain, some lonely
The calendula on the high ground is so proud
Chunlan, holding the light coming through the gap
Gently sprinkle on the flowers and leaves
Prostrate and be thankful in the wind
She's more like my daughter
There is silence and respect flowing in the bones
Know yourself, but also know the other
Under the stars the veins look at each other
Ten thousand years at a glance
A season fades out, and latecomers keep up
Hurried footsteps
Walk through the desolate earth
The heart is still so tough, facing the wind
There are mountains and cold water thin
I ignore the mess to overcome
Looking forward to a spring
Put a bud of hidden emerald
Blow away the snow and blow away the shackles of winter
Before the spring boom
Spit out the elegant scenery
The reward of life lies in the warmth you have given in the palms of your hands, even if you can't reciprocate equally, the afterscent of your palms is full of deep feelings.
A cup of tea, a book, a song, some shallow words...
The gentle part of the day, though not the whole of life, irrepressibly dominates life. I like this simplicity, and I am extremely happy in my own world, and I am overjoyed.
Days are self-watering flowers, and whatever mentality you respond to, it will reward you with what kind of posture.
The hearts of flower keepers are probably idle and lazy, they just want to please the smile of the flowers, warm the path of life, and the soft heart of a thousand sails.