People live a hard life, and the days pass by day. A piece of radish, from outside to inside, from withered to chaff, moistened and scattered, no weather. A delicious day is actually a delicious mood, dense and transpiration, or, quiet and faint.
Life is like this sometimes. At first glance, it is a piece of flat land. When you walk past it, you find it is a mud pit. My heart is running towards simplicity, only to find complexity when I sink in.
Is life deliberately making things difficult for us? No. Anyone who complains about life will have a hard time with himself first. Then, I think life is to make enemies with myself all around. It seems that I can only go forward and stop uncomfortable; You can only go high, and you will panic if you are low. Many people have lost their ability to stop and their indifference. I have a great desire and many ideas, and I have to live on my own everywhere.
You give life artistic conception, and life can give you scenery. You are nervous, and life is under siege.
More often, we scare ourselves. Originally, I had no worries about food and clothing, but now I still seem to be short of food and clothing. Run, panic, play, struggle, as if you hold the universe, once you let go, the whole world will collapse. Want what you don't need; I want what I deserve and what I don't deserve. I screwed up my life, and then, while complaining, I saw it clearly. I am used to looking at other people's faces, but I never look at my own; I am used to caring about others, but I seldom care about myself. Pay for your vanity all day, saying that you are forced by life.
Life is there, motionless, but my heart is moving, irrepressible and surging. When I failed and broke up, I poured my anger into my life again.
An elegant cup of tea, a carefree pot of wine. Even if you love tea and wine, it's hard to see the wind and elegance there. A cup of tea, a pot of wine, with too many heavy things. Money, fame and power will rise and fall in this soup. Eat and drink, push a cup for a change, and then, cock crow and dog thief. When the encirclement of desire is also planted in the liquid of hedonism and soul, it is no wonder that all impetuousness and noise will flow in the blood of human body.
If you don't want to live well, you can't live well. No matter who you toss, you will lose yourself in the end.
When you think about going back, you can't go back; I can't let it go when I find it hot. When the cold was biting, I found that the third button could not be buttoned. The west wind is cool alone, and it is self-inflicted.
Willow bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, no amount of scenery in life can achieve inner freedom and relaxation. This mellow taste is actually six words: quiet, clean and content.
Flashy and noisy, like dust. Only these six words are the most romantic. (Text/Creation)