Early in the morning, I looked up and saw the dew-stained thoughts flashing on the branches and leaves, so I walked between the pen and ink according to some emotional color, hooked a bright color, received a wisp of fragrance, and carefully put back the hoarded joys and sorrows one by one. Walking silently in the long corridor of the years and the depths of the world of mortals, holding a simple note and drawing a picture of Danqing is a memory of the lost years.
Life is like a mirror. If you cry at it, it will cry at you. You smile at it, and it smiles back at you. Your attitude will not change the essence of life. Therefore, it is life to face the gains and losses of honor and disgrace indifferently and face setbacks and adversity with a smile, instead of taking pleasure in things and not being sad for yourself. Learn to be an elegant lotus, with light bones and water as the heart, clear but not evil, straight through, not crawling, clear fragrance, graceful, no matter how many vicissitudes, a quiet lake.
Wake up in an empty dream every night, once the picture emerges in front of my eyes, and once the oath echoes in my ears. This memory, which is only about romance, has been looming. Not everyone is your dream, not all dreams will come true, the reality has drifted away unconsciously, and I am still alive unconsciously. There are some things you want to do but can't do, some things you want to say but can't say, some happiness you can't catch forever, some love you can't explore, and some wounds you can't walk through.
I always yearn for the life of "my road twists and turns through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat" in ancient poetry, have a cabin of my own, live a life without competition, weed and raise flowers and enjoy the moon in my spare time, and enjoy the fruits of my labor in the harvest season. There are no earthly disturbances and trivial troubles here, only the shadows of apricot blossoms and the wind coming to the waterside pavilion. Isn't it fun to be alone?
Things are complicated and changeable. Deacons are not difficult to understand but difficult to change. Honesty is not difficult but sensitive. Some of the past, about happiness or pain, can only be buried in the bottom of my heart, some hope, about the present or the future, can only choose to forget. Live with your heart and love life, and some unimportant things will naturally drift with the wind. The so-called grievances are over and my heart is free. When you explain your motives and reasons, accepting your incomprehension is someone else's business, not yours. The important thing is to have a clear conscience.
From the start to the present, from the start to the flameout, from the start to the end, all the way is calm, all the way is calm, not arrogant, and only you know how charming the scenery is. Others are just passers-by Those visible or invisible, looming, have been hovering around you and never gone far.
Life is like a play, which often means the touch of strangers on the road. As long as the heart has consciousness and repentance, life will not be in vain. I see the clouds in the horizon smiling and the flowers in the distance waving to me. I will keep going, go forward and go far away.