I fell in love with this lonely evening and the mixed feelings of missing time. All the entanglements are bound to become empty. What you think is unforgettable is just that the clouds have faded and the wind has cleared. That's all you think about life and death. Fate is over, no matter love or friendship, it will go to strangers. It's all over ... all that love and sorrow.
autumn water is like the wind and grass, but it turned out to be just a piece of water. Less than a certain age, not experiencing all kinds of things in the world, there will be no sitting posture, seemingly painful, but actually touching. That is the beauty of solidification, that is the ethereal end for no reason. It is hard to say or write, as if the lotus flowers are blooming, but there is great beauty that I don't know-moving between heaven and earth, fascinating to fantasy and cool.
If a young face has an old heart, it is really the top grade of life. Put your heart together early, there is no rain or shine, compassion and joy, calm and serene, which is respect and perfection for the whole life.
the highest state of calligraphy is that people are old and books are old, and the highest state of people may also be restored to the beginning, come quietly, go quietly, and stick to yourself. In the just visiting, it is elegant and firmly low.
from one shore to the other, from here to there. No matter how time flies, you still stick to your own form-let the things that like flashing shine as much as you can, and you just be yourself: live in the lowest-key and most secluded way. Even if the front is bleak, the back is bleak.
Only when the wind is quiet, the rain stops, and all the prosperity finally stops appearing like traffic, will there be such a moment? Convergence of all pride, in the night when the heavy snow suppressed the world of mortals, with the cold silver moonlight shining in the snow, I had the mood of listening to the snow and exceeding the dust. Such loneliness, simple and natural, is my favorite style.