1, cut a candle, sit alone in a corner, dream a world of mortals and think about it. In fact, the days that I can't go back are like lonely shadows reflected on the sky-blue lake, without a trace. The most brilliant stage of happiness is the process of germination and the collision of hearts; That kind of faint indescribable touch, that kind of longing for longing. The longer this stage lasts, the more gorgeous love will be, and the nourishment of love will surpass everything.
2. I miss the till and raise my cup. I ask the bright moon and sing a song about wine. The road of life is short and long, and the trivial things of the world of mortals are helpless. Who can see through the world of mortals, who can enjoy life and who can enjoy life? Why not go your own way freely, regardless of ups and downs, and express the joys and sorrows of life with great pride?
3. Elegance refers to quicksand, and aging is a period of time. Wind and frost can portray the face, and the years will grow old. What is not old is the love and warmth in the heart. In the quiet night, I am immersed in the fleeting time, listening to a Zen, twisting my heart and opening my heart into a lotus with a touch of sunshine. I only wish people long, eternal love, eternal love and quiet years.
4, not for the original ignorance, not for the original stupidity, only for the faint youth, only for the pure first love. Because I like it, I am willing, and there are not so many reasons. Youth is a movie that has ended, but time is a splendid and endless fireworks. Sometimes I look at the traces of summer. When the heat filled my heart, I turned around and saw no trace of the cold earth.
5, knowing that the years will eventually grow old, and I stand at the end of youth and watch quietly, expecting the smile of the wind and the warmth of this heart. Looking at the years that have passed between the fingers, I still understand that I have met youth.
6. Open the ancient poetry, you can taste the poet's profound thoughts and feelings one by one, and then think and feel. Read Wang Wei and Meng Haoran, you know what it means to love mountains and rivers, read Du Fu and Bai Juyi, and you know what it means to care about the people. After reading Xin Qiji's Journey to the Earth, you will know what patriotism is. In reading and taste, you have been integrated with poets, which has subtly improved your moral cultivation and aesthetic taste.
7. Stand quietly and bloom quietly. I don't expect the approving eyes, thunderous applause, elegant flowers, no bees around butterflies, no green leaves, no fear of rain, snow and frost. In the corner of abandoned gardens or deep mountain canyons, bloom is silent and withered.
It has been to this world, it belongs to this world, it once owned this world, left beautiful images and flowers, and then quietly left. Like a breeze, like a meteor. ...
8. In addition to a past and love, life needs a lot of reverie. Life is not only composed of the past and love symbols, the past is the witness of life to all the past years; Because of simplicity, I deeply understand the lightness of life, as light as flying flowers, as light as sunset, as light as rain; Because of simplicity, we can feel the peace of mind, as quiet as the night sky, as quiet as a valley, as quiet as a stream.
9. To let go is to sacrifice what originally belonged to you, and to let go is to let go of what never belonged to you.
10, there is always an answer to everything. It's better to let nature take its course than to worry about it.
1 1 I think I will also set up a fishing rod and catch the story on the other side of the years alone.
12, happiness is around us, and we are not satisfied. We tirelessly revise our established destiny in the middle of the night, but we are unable to turn the wheel of history. You and I will eventually become strangers, right? I don't believe it.
13. Walking through the fields in spring and the torrent in summer, it is a quiet and peaceful world to come to autumn. In autumn, although there is no fragrance of roses and elegance of autumn chrysanthemum, there are fruitful results without flowers. In autumn, without the vitality of summer, there is romantic warmth, without the unrestrained spring, but with the joy of harvest. The wind and leaves dance in autumn rhyme, and the branches are drunk with autumn fruit. Autumn is a glass of sweet wine, autumn is a magnificent poem and autumn is a touching song.
14, there is an encounter, not an invitation, but a heart; There is a vision, not far away, but always watching; When mountains and rivers meet and meet strangers, your bright smiling face is the warmth of the whole city in my heart. You are there, I am there, and the most perfect understanding is there, that is, with a beautiful bloom.
15, the rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous. The missed years bloom in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation. The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.