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.
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 don't know, what is the taste of my hometown I miss most? In my opinion, hometown sounds the warmest, and it is the most fragrant for brothers and sisters to get together and taste the New Year's Eve dinner cooked by their mother.
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.
The days are chaotic, but 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.
Go with the flow, anything will do, drink all the rivers and lakes, but a cup of romance; Look at the world like a few wisps of smoke. It is enough for us to live in our own way. Even if someone or no one in the world understands me, I will 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 the dull Spring Festival, we are all devout singers, flying freely in the shadow of the sun with a pure heart and dancing with the wind like birds.
Life is a blooming tree, quiet or warm, lonely or bright.
The days are getting thicker and thicker in the rings of years, and those innocent, jumping, depressed or contemplative souls are engraved with deep or shallow, thick or light marks in the hustle and bustle.
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.
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? I wish I had stars in my eyes, mountains and canyons in my chest and flowers in my heart.
Idle years, slow cooking time, the journey of life, many people walk, 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 a simple style, and you can draw a vivid picture of beautiful mountains and rivers.
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. In the flow of years, through the gentleness of the breeze, the silence of the old moonlight is shallow, reaching 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.
I hope it can warm snow in winter, make tea in spring, enjoy lotus in summer and wear clothes in autumn. The four seasons are the road ahead, and life is the rivers and lakes.