Life is a journey of mountains and encounters of water, and a separation of wind and rain.
The years are full of smiles; time is swaying youth, the broken light and shadow are mottled on the ground, and whose plain paper is broken up in the fleeting years.
When I turned around on the street, it was already the end of the year and the depth of winter. The world was pure and joyful. Time had become thinner than a pool of green water, and the seasons had withered away like lovesickness.
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Tian Wei's "Half an Acre of Flowers Blooming": Regret is common, loneliness is common, we are born to taste bitterness, and we are born to see all the changes of impermanence.
The light and shadow are mottled, the time is quiet, and the passing years are waiting for the wind of the season to gently sway on the branches of the years.
In the long world of mortals, flying in the morning and evening, drinking wine many times, looking at the moon many times, we slowly learned to forget.
Sit and watch the stories that have passed through the years, scattered in the long mountains and rivers; listen to the wind blowing off the last leaf, and the seasons slowly change in time; wear a clear and fleeting dress, and let those beautiful things pass you by. With sadness, there are many postures.
A river of autumn water, but the remaining lotus listens to the rain; a piece of piano music, listening to the wind, Tao Ran forgets about it; a heart is pure and shallow, floating life, what is the joy and sorrow.
At the end of the year, the world of mortals is joyful, the passing years are passing by on your fingertips, and the morning light is brushing on the tips of your hair. Close your eyes and listen to the cold wind and snow, the long night is not yet young, the wind is clear and the day is quiet.
The lead is gone, it is clear and dust-free, the years are long and leisurely, and the remaining flowers can be drunk by the smoke. Cover your youth, watch the fallen plum blossoms flying in bursts, the sound of clouds and water is cold, and the order of the years is stable.
The past events gather or disperse, scattered in the mist of time, regardless of the past and the future.
As time goes by, the melancholy and thoughtfulness of youth gradually fade away.
Gradually I understand that the joys and sorrows in the world, the ups and downs, are all ordinary. The worries and fears that I once had are now as weak as the wind, allowing people to deal with them calmly.
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In my free time, I sit alone in the house making tea, watching the white snow in the courtyard, the warm sun in winter, a wisp of tea smoke, and the quiet and beautiful time; a scroll of idle books, leisurely Keeping things stable.
The older you get, the softer your heart becomes. There is no longer the feeling of sadness for spring and autumn. You are no longer hasty when encountering separation, and you are no longer at a loss when encountering changes. You can just take it calmly and be at peace with everything.
As I get older, I have a little compassion in my heart. I only feel that one flower is one world, one leaf is one bodhi, and the past events of the past years have also been hidden in the mountains and rivers. The current light is astonishingly beautiful.
As time goes by, the first makeup of the mortal world is put on, and the desolation of the mortal world is cut off with one thought. In whose beautiful past, there lived a period of prosperous music and singing?
The country is so beautiful that it can be held with a sword. Broken hibiscus, a horse trampled the misty and rainy ballads, in whose worldly inn did we meet, get drunk, and enjoy grudges?
A cup of tea can support the floating life; a pot of wine can convey the fleeting years; a curtain of moon , you can dance in colorful clothes; when you hit the rain, you can express your sorrow.
In this life, we are all in the wandering fireworks, experiencing all the joys and sorrows, just to find the refuge of fate. Until the end, we only meet our original selves.
You are still you, I am still me, sober and lonely, lonely and helpless, only time is wasted for no reason, and the love and moon are let down in a trance.
Depend on the heart and time, slowly cook the passing years, savor the years lightly, drink a pot of tea with the most leisurely heart, without sighing of sadness, resentment, or willful behavior.
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Every evening, there is always a sense of peace in my heart. The evening breeze is gentle, the branches and leaves are swaying, and everyone around me is walking on the way home.
No matter how much prosperity there is during the day, no matter how many joys and sorrows there are in life, no matter how many roads there are in the world, every one of them will lead to home.
When the night falls, the street lights in the city light up, and among thousands of lights, there is always one waiting for you to go home. Thinking of that warm waiting, it seems that all the running has meaning.
The mortal world is long, but there is always a memory that will never fade; the world is complicated, but there is always a corner in the heart where softness lives; the years are cold, but there is always an encounter, an amazing time.
"The Story of a Small Window": If the world is full of flavor, don't seek to be busy and be busy; if the world is light, don't take leisure time and be free.
Time becomes lighter, and then becomes lighter, and the fleeting time becomes slower, and then slower. Staying under the small window, watching the white clouds coming and going in the sky, sleeping under the rain, not feeling sad or having any sad thoughts.
At the end of the year, I hope a cup of tea can dispel the coldness of three winters, make you feel compassionate, be content with the present, watch the passing years, and pick up the beauty of light and shadow in the gaps of time.
The end of the year is coming, I hope all the good things will come as promised, I hope the years will be peaceful and the passing years will be worth it.
Flowers bloom and fall for a long time, and the heart is as fragrant as the dust-free years.
I hope you can run in your love every day, without fighting or grabbing, without being impatient, smelling the flowers blooming in the morning, watching the sunset at night, with a dust-free heart, and the fragrance of the years!