Standing on both sides of the strait of time and shade, there are always inexplicable feelings rushing into the heart, and time is like water, rolling east.
How many ignorant young, how many green silk turned white hair, how much laughter talked about the past, but now there is more of an indifferent heart.
One person, one heart, has experienced too many ups and downs. The young white moonlight, light and hazy, light and ignorant, did not think, people will have too many bumps and thorns in their lives, do not know how not to get lost.
When you step through thousands of mountains and rivers, all the past events are like dots falling into the united, floating in the old time. Perhaps at some point, I suddenly remember that those sad, painful or warm pasts have been transformed into the perception and understanding of life.
After experiencing the joys and sorrows of the world, learning so many principles of being a person, or living a bad life, fate is really an elusive thing, and you can't change anything sometimes by doing your best.
Every day, we are dizzy by the busyness of the void, and we are like a boat floating in the sea, pushed forward by the worldly wind and waves. When I looked back one day, I found that the light boat had passed through the Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains and could never go back.
Half drunk and half awake, half alive, spring and summer rotation, momentary fragrance, the meaning of life to use a lifetime to understand. The unpredictable fate of the clouds and rain, by the time I woke up from the dream, the slanting sun had already illuminated the courtyard a little.
When the prosperity and honor and disgrace of the world have been tasted, looking back at the place where it has always been depressed, the sorrows and joys of life have intersected, and they have returned, but there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.
Life begins with addition, walking becomes subtraction, to be complicated and simple, to float like a dream, half drunk and half awake.
The geometry of life, a flash in the pan, towards the twilight of green silk into snow, the previous life is not regretful, the rest of life is not long, but I wish that I will quietly flicker and walk through loneliness.
What is sober in a person's life, what is smoked, drunk and sober, who can say clearly. Drunken eyes to see the world, a dream, a drunken, flowers blossom and fall, clouds and clouds, everything is over the clouds.
Half awake, half drunk, half life, one mountain, one water and one dream. People all their lives, if they are too entangled in the outside world to judge themselves. You will live for others, so why bother?
Walking on a bumpy road, even if it is scarred, it does not change the original intention of love for the world. Always know that the world is not as beautiful as you think, nor is it as bad as you see. Let yourself be with the utmost kindness and be with the world.
There is no reality of eternal perfection, and so-called perfection is relative. A heart must be able to withstand blandness, can see the gains and losses, let people taste life, and lightly and fragrantly.
If life is a dream, what is real and what is false. Whether people have stunned the time or tendered the years in their lives, right and wrong, grace and resentment. In the end, they will eventually forget each other.
Once in a lifetime, one or two, half awake, half drunk and half floating.