I like autumn, I like picking chrysanthemums under the east fence in Tao Qian, and I can see the open-mindedness of Nanshan leisurely; I like Liu Yuxi's optimistic view that autumn has been sad and lo

I like autumn, I like picking chrysanthemums under the east fence in Tao Qian, and I can see the open-mindedness of Nanshan leisurely; I like Liu Yuxi's optimistic view that autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. I don't remember anyone saying that life is a process of deleting the complex and simplifying it, eliminating the false and retaining the true. The love and hate we have experienced, the joys and sorrows, are just a matter of waving our sleeves for thousands of years. Time engraves the years on the face, if the heart is like a mirror of spring water and the joy is crystal clear, then people have good thoughts, then the world is tolerant, the vegetation is merciful, and the mountains and rivers have their own clear rhyme. Even if one day, the scenery of the world will be forgotten, and there will be a simple and clean time to know each other and know the taste.

Maybe life is a kind of practice.

Imagine that life is really a kind of practice, and everything is just a process of sharpening the rough jade. Then the imposition of external conditions will make the original' jade' pale? Saint Amethyst has a proverb: At the beginning of life, nature is good. The same nature varies from upbringing to upbringing. Good and evil are in people's hearts, and experience is very important. We are all independent individuals, and everything outside is affecting us. Cultivation, connotation and the value judged by anyone are ups and downs in cultivation. Walking through thousands of waters in Qian Shan, seeing the bloom flowers falling on earth, and facing all kinds of unsatisfactory feelings in the past, will you still feel dejected? I don't want to explore

If one third of life is ignorance, one third is persistence, and the remaining one third is probably just memories. I was defeated by ignorance. Whether the remaining two-thirds can see all the flowers and make them transparent depends on inner tempering. Some people see the scenery galloping all the way, paying attention to speed, some people see the scenery fast and slow, paying attention to the winding path, and some people look at the scenery carelessly. Who can be sure, people who visit the same destination and scenery are all in the same mood.

Mountains and rivers are far away, who is waiting with an umbrella at the end of the road, leaving a waiting mark on the road full of free flowers, I can't answer. If no matter what kind of scenery, the end of the road is forever, then a exhausted love can slowly return. The road is hidden and fragrant, and the winding path is secluded. After practicing, you don't have to worry about how far the clouds float on the horizon, and people or things you hate are no longer important. The scenery along the way, the fork in the road, no matter how good the fate. Any selfish injury, the world is cold and warm, and forgetting is the best cruelty to him.

Misty and rainy, my heart remains the same. What about the future? The wind is raining and the trees are growing. Leave an unknown person on the corner, with tea, playing chess for half a game, leaving the stranger and waiting for you to return slowly ~ ~ ~