A Xiao Sheng song whispers softly, making autumn leaves dance.
Who is it, who is full of sleeves? Who is it, singing softly in poetry and songs?
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. Those hardships will eventually pass away, those enduring secrets will eventually become the past, and those who have been poor for a lifetime will eventually mature.
Deep in the world of mortals, the circulation of seasons tells the warmth and coldness of life. I hold the simple notes of the years, precipitating the fresh past in my heart.
"Hundred years old is like a dream butterfly. Looking back, it's a pity. " Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, life is changeable, and his riddled heart is repeatedly pierced by life.
Once upon a time, I thought there were too many flaming mountains that I couldn't cross and too many quicksand rivers that I couldn't cross. The ups and downs of life, ravines and ridges, make me unable to cope with stumbling. Even pi can't eliminate my pain and fatigue. Even the golden section can't find the dividing line of happiness. Even if Bian Que is alive, even if Hua Tuo appears, there is nothing I can do. I can't heal my pain. I am at a loss in the contest of hot water and exhausted in the bitter vicissitudes.
Fish trust water very much, and water cooks fish differently. Leaves believe in the wind so much that the wind blows them off. Life, how can everything go smoothly; Life, how can everything go smoothly. Not true to the past, because it can't afford it; Don't be true to yourself, because you can't afford to be hurt; Not true to pain, because it is worthless; Don't be serious about villains, because it's not worth it; Unreal reality, because life has to go on Why should I be so hard on myself? Why should I be bitter and feel sorry for myself?
Who is the scene in whose mind? Who are the guests passing by? How many flowers bloom, who is waiting for the old? Who is waiting for a lifetime of love? A person's floating life, a person's flowing water, a person's spring flowers, a person's abstinence, a person's smelting into steel, a person's life can also be turned into a song. Poetic wandering, even tears can dye a blue sky; Life is like a poem, and fireflies shine in dreams. Looking at the sun, the moon and the stars will make you feel lonely, and you will drive all the tedious things out of your heart with love. When you wait for a love that consumes all, you can slowly return and meet a different self.
After vicissitudes of life, I believe there will always be a flower that will shine for you, turn your extraordinary story into a note of the years and jump on the pulse of life.
Life is a process of constant experience and understanding. Those things that keep you from letting go, make you cry and make you sad will eventually bloom in a bright and quiet day.
Life needs to be cleaned up, know how to get rid of, delete spiritual garbage, and refresh yourself every day in order to redeem yourself in a new life.
For the rest of my life, I don't ask anyone to see the hidden wound behind my disguise, to try the courage behind my smile, to be unforgettable in whose world, and to make a big fuss in whose life. The so-called strong, is crying in the quilt at night, forcing a smile during the day, pretending as if nothing had happened. "Prosperity is separated from incense dust, and running water is ruthless." I just want to stand in the unique scenery and wander quietly in my Fiona Fang.
Walking, I want to get over it. "You can achieve your ultimate goal only if you don't forget your active attitude," but "the initial heart is easy to get, and it is always difficult to keep." You know, in this world, if you are good enough without reservation, the other person will dare to be bad enough, so your goodness should have a bottom line, be sharp-edged and give it to the right person. Because, if there is no principle of forgiveness, there is no personality to please. If you don't cherish it, why maintain it? Leave the final dignity to yourself, when love has become a ruin, even if your heart is negative to mine, so what? "Let the wind and waves rise and sit firmly on the Diaoyutai." If I am not treated tenderly by the world, if the world kisses me painfully, I will sing back.
Walking, I found myself changed. Become like a cactus growing in the desert, not afraid of wind and rain, not afraid of sun exposure, no matter how difficult the environment is, it can grow freely and carry all difficulties by itself.
Walking, I look down on the indifference of the world and the warmth and coldness of human feelings. In this changeable world, I continue to choose to live deeply and strongly.
Walking, I see, being a man should be both internal and external. The experience of life is like a pencil. It is sharp at first, but it becomes smooth with more experience. If you can't bear it, it will break, you won't hurt anyone, and you won't choose to get hurt. The gravel of the years will eventually smooth your edges and corners.
When you walk, you want to overcome it. Some things can only be done by one person. Some customs can only go through by one person. Some roads can only be walked by one person, and you must walk alone.
Walking, I no longer lament the "natural moat" on my face, nor complain about the "life buoy" on my waist. "I didn't know Sang Yu was late, because the sky was still full of summer." Accept the gift of years, accept the youth that has gradually drifted away and become silent, and accept the imperfect self calmly.
"Tibetan language in the chest is like a valley, and there are poems in the belly." Even if "life is wrapped in thick cloth", even if "the downtown area is covered with a broken hat", even if "the pommel horse is left out in front of the door", even if "we should not know each other when we meet", even if a river flows eastward, even if no one cares, so what?
Trees wither, horses trip, and people fall. Life is like a drama, and drama is like life, and each has its own story. How to interpret it is not for you to decide. Laughter and sadness, ups and downs.
"The bustling place is indifferent, and it is quiet and nourishing." Smile in the sun, run in the wind and rain, grow up in tears, and become strong and mature. Because life is half a memory and half a continuation, stick to the long road and walk slowly, so that you can live irreplaceable, not confused, not trapped in love, not nostalgic for the past and not afraid of the future.
Keep walking, keep walking, the road will get wider and wider!