Life is like a dream, and things are like the wind. In the vast sea of people, we met scenes of scenery, some of which were forgotten when we turned around, and some were unforgettable.
The years of slow cooking, leisurely life and blurred fireworks, we can all live well, as free as the wind and as romantic as the rain.
Eating in all directions is just a bowl of fireworks.
On the other side of the fence, it was too late for Chimonanthus bloom. The world is falling and disappearing, with a thin shadow and a faint fragrance. Accompanied by a plain snow, it is a three-point winter sun, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.
Long years, a night of green hills and clouds, shake off all the smoke and dust, and store the trance-like time in short-term excitement.
The twelfth lunar month, in previous years, is the season to slowly open the flavor of the year. I wonder what you miss most about your hometown? In my opinion, hometown sounds the warmest, and the dishes cooked by my mother are the warmest.
Unloading the dust of a year, the tired body and mind can be temporarily placed, and the hurried walk is replaced by a pot of hot tea newly brewed by my father. In the dense sunshine, there is the warmth of family gathering, the leisure in the smoke, and the shallowness and stability of the world.
Rivers and mountains are quiet and beautiful, and time is silent. We are always hit by the storm of life and moved by the details of time.
Although the days are chaotic, they are generous and gorgeous. Memories of the length of time, homesickness clearly extinguished in the lights, and deep and shallow thoughts in my heart.
Maybe in this life, no matter how far we go, our hearts are stranded on the beach in the past. Even if we are carried forward by time, we will recall the lights of the past in the ebb and flow of the years.
Years are always sentimental, and the past is like wine. If you are not careful, you will lead a drunken life.
At the turn of the year, it is already deep in winter and shallow in spring. Time never stops, and we get older every year.
In the most beautiful years, love the most beautiful self, be a carefree person, don't learn from the past and don't care about the present.
Don't worry about what you missed, and don't worry about what you lost. These four ways of eating are just a bowl of fireworks.
Drifting from a stream, anything
Drink all the rivers and lakes, but a cup of romance; Look at the world like a few wisps of smoke.
Whitman: "I live in my own way, that's enough." Even if no one in the world understands me, I sit still; Even if no one in the world doesn't understand me, I sit still. "
Yes, no matter what attitude life presents to us, it is warm or indifferent, messy or elegant, humble or proud, colorful or gloomy as night.
In Su Baihua's years, we were all devout singers, flying freely in the shadow of the sun with a pure heart and dancing with the wind like birds.
Yu: Life is a flower, quiet or warm, lonely or brilliant.
The days are getting thicker and thicker in the rings of years, and those innocent, dancing or meditating souls are engraved with deep or shallow, thick or light marks in the bustling noise.
Life is warm and cold, suitable for shade, full of joys and sorrows in the world of mortals, with a little more vicissitudes in the eyes and a little more ease and indifference in life.
There is a past, called love at first sight, and a deep feeling, called melancholy at that time; There is a kind of sadness that has nothing to do with me; There is a kind of prospect, called going through the years; There is a kind of beauty, ruthless and moving.
Give life a reason to smile and let dreams have wings to fly; Give yourself a warm place, pursue it with the obsession of the wind, and polish the most beautiful scenery of the branches of life with the calm posture and smile of the lotus.
If there is a peach blossom garden in my heart, where is the water cloud sword? May you have stars in your eyes, mountains and valleys in your chest and flowers in your heart during your journey.
Free time, slow cooking time
In the journey of life, many people walk and then disperse; Many things fade when you look at them. Many dreams are broken while doing; A lot of tears flowed, flowed and dried up.
After a blue misty rain, we understand the meaning of parting; On a lonely night, we learned to laugh at two people in Bai Yueguang; Through the heavy story, we understand the weight of time.
On the criss-crossing world of mortals, in the wandering back, those long nights of crying have been refined into strength; Those unforgettable past events have become the scenery in memories.
The world of mortals has finally faded; Time flies, like the wind, and finally dispersed. Time cannot keep youth, but it can keep the ink between fingers. In fact, years don't need heavy colors, just simple styles, and you can outline a vivid landscape.
Life, originally, is just a vicissitudes of life, a silent and gorgeous wait, a silent and solemn journey.
Looking back at the bleak place, the wind, snow and rain scattered into clouds, and the vicissitudes of life in the fleeting bloom swayed, starting a quiet ending.
Life is a flower. In the shallow return air, the beauty of rustling is shaken off, and in the faint sunshine, sadness and joy are shining.
Life is a flower. Through the circulation of years, through the gentleness of the breeze and the silence of the old moonlight, we reach the warm shore.
Things are surging, time is not dyed, find a calm, watch a drizzle, and live a quiet life for a long time.
May you enjoy warm snow in winter, lotus flowers in summer, tea in spring and cloth in autumn. The four seasons are the road ahead, and life is the rivers and lakes.