A little more indifference, less entanglement; more gratitude, more happiness; more stay, more scenery.
The bustle of the streets in the early morning, with all kinds of busyness and glitz, who can know each other's hurry? The reason for the endless inner surge is that there are always too many thoughts. We chased fiercely, the rhythm slow and fast.
Running hard, I was greeted by countless mockeries and envy, cold and warmth, misunderstandings and encouragement... Some are like blind leaves, some are like bone-chilling needles, and some are like spring breezes. As long as you continue to move forward, you are a brave person with responsibility!
The interlacing of sorrow and joy, loss and gain, love and hate is like the entanglement of thousands of green threads. Vaguely, like the changing mood of the four seasons, I couldn't hide the sudden surprise when the flower hair first appeared!
In the blink of an eye, however, we lifted our steps again, brisk or stumbling, bent or straight, bumpy or smooth. Because whether there is a road or not, we must step forward without hesitation, whether we are willing or not.
"Once the vicissitudes of the sea were water, except for the Wushan Mountain is not a cloud", we can only look up to the experience and realm of our predecessors. In the mortal world, I only hope that the rush can be exchanged for some surprises and kindness, and that the chase can wait for a few strands of happiness and tranquility...
