A poem that fills our hearts with sunshine.

Poems that fill our hearts with sunshine

Growing hearts are not perfect, nor seek perfection, but natural.

A growing mind has nothing to ask for, nor does it deliberately give up, nor does it have these two red lines, because it just follows fate.

A growing mind knows how to be grateful, grateful for everything that already exists, and forgiving sins.

A growing heart knows how to cherish. Life is a miracle. Just bloom yourself and don't need to go anywhere.

The growing mind knows tolerance. There are no two identical leaves in the world, and we also respect everyone's life. The sacred pursuit may not be closer to the mind than the natural secular life.

A growing mind can accept all the good without drawing a line. Traveling all over Qian Shan, there are scenery everywhere.

A growing mind can also see through the falsehood of good and evil, and suddenly everything becomes empty, only selfless love lasts forever.

A growing mind is just going with the flow, not swimming hard. If it is an illusion, who can turn it into reality? If it is a dream, it will always wake up. It is the urchin of the dream game, only thinking about the joy of playing, not knowing that it will inevitably wake up tomorrow morning.

The growing mind, without warning, has natural sincerity and natural call, and speaks out from the bottom of my heart.

The growing mind has no God, but it is not arrogant, has no responsibility, and only has enthusiasm.

The growing mind has no teacher, only a child's curiosity and listening, but it can't remember anything.

A growing mind has no purpose, but only laughs everywhere.

A growing heart has love in it, but it is equal to all people. I don't know how to be grateful or resentful, as if I were heartless, and I was always moved and filled with my heart.

A growing mind asks for nothing, but a peace that makes no difference.

A growing mind knows that children have different preferences, but may never use toys for others.

a growing mind, which does not shy away from the richness of existence, may perform hundreds of plays, but it does not belong to it.

The growing soul is a bird's trace in the air, but it can't be described in a thousand words.

Maybe you and I are just growing hearts, just like the seeds that broke the ground just saw the lush forest. But with a fearless heart, you can add greenery.