Think back quietly, in a daze. Read your past with your heart, how many vicissitudes your life has brewed, and how many emotional stories have disappeared; Feel your own warmth and coldness with affection, how many dreams are shattered by half a window of wind and rain, and how many secularities are melted. Say goodbye to the eventful years, look back on joys and sorrows, bury helplessness and sadness deeply in your dreams, and never give alms to others inadvertently. Drizzle, that's my feelings, fluttering and sprinkling, sprinkling my feelings; Breeze, that is my heart, frank, easy to enter the world, broad-minded, accommodating the love of all things in the world.
They can give me a clear dream and make me clear in the wilderness; You can also repay me an emotion and swim in the long river of your life. I like their quietness and their generosity; I like their indifference, I like their free and easy. Tired, you can wash your mental fatigue; When the weather is hot, it can lower my inner temperature. Maybe their actions have cooled the whole world; Maybe their laziness masks the sadness I have accumulated for a long time. Put away the wandering memory and let the rain tell it to the fullest; Let go of the imprisoned feelings and let the breeze wander freely. Despite the hustle and bustle of personnel, although playing with their own happiness, it is soft. ......
Like passing water, flowing shallowly, bearing the bitterness of a lifetime; The past, like smoke, drifted gently, bearing the joys and sorrows of half a life. In fact, the journey of life is in a hurry. How much effort, how much hardship and how much wind and rain do you have to pay to keep your pure land and green leaves? Stepping into the world of mortals, who wrote that scroll painter? Solve the fallen petal language, who will give it to the fallen petal and fill in the ambiguous word. A thousand kinds of past events, all kinds of thoughts, twist the past events into a rain curtain, which can't stop the disturbance of the world of mortals; Give your heart to the strings to play, and no one will stop to listen. Clean hands and a bright moon, why not banish your mood, let yourself fly, let your life be free and easy on your own road, and sing along the way. ......
Drunk and dusty, leisurely in my heart. Standing by the river of the years, thinking about the time along the way, all the scenery has passed away. At present, life needs time to know the innocence of childhood, experience the happiness of childhood, lose the value of knowing youth, and face the helplessness of fleeting time. Maybe my words are too dull to bear heavy thoughts; Maybe I was too shallow to cross the tunnel at that time. But I always feel that on the road of life, I savor those lost years with a weak mind. Experience the beauty of life with a kind heart and feel the happiness of life with a sincere emotion. Let the mind walk, let the wings dream of traveling, and collect those distorted memories.
The years are late, and the years are agarwood; The world of mortals is boundless, and 3,000 people died. A flute is clear, half a window is misty and rainy. Throughout the ages, how many literati sighed and left behind eternal articles; How many people with lofty ideals roared in the sky, leaving an immortal spirit. Bathed in tang style Song Yuzhong, I feel an intriguing possession and a little sadness; After wading through the long river of life, I felt an unspeakable pain. After the pain, I was born again. In fact, life is a one-way street, there is no turning back, and it will not start all over again. There are also many post stations in life. If you are tired, you can have a rest. Tired, you can get rid of it. A post station, tortuous mind, lost feelings; The other post station, however, shook off the dust and smiled. In this way, I came to the end of my life journey.
The noisy river of life is used to wandering aimlessly. Whose ferry ran aground for the rest of my life and settled in the gentle breeze; Whose harbor warms my heart and walks in the fragrant fragrance. The pen is all over the world, the ink falls on the barren hills, and a drizzle moistens the heart; The fragrant dust settled, the autumn water was long, and two breezes refreshed the world of mortals. Let the sunshine warm my thin and cool feelings, and let the autumn wind cool my fiery feelings. Only by letting go can we understand the free and easy life; Only when you get rid of other thoughts can you feel relaxed in life. Feeling romantic, I put down all the fetters and stopped living in my own care; Grateful rain and snow have cooled all my feelings, and I am no longer entangled in the troubles of the world. Let the words jump with the mood and the mood will grow old with the words.
Misty rain and red dust have made my romantic life. Write a sad song in the heart with faint words, encounter a season of butterfly love, and interpret a period of joys and sorrows; Morning star and bright moon, give me a ray of time and write a colorful picture of life. Look at life with a simple eye and measure it with gentle steps. Everything in the world, grass has the feelings of grass, flowers have the fragrance of flowers. In fact, everything in the world is giving and taking. Grass green the earth, the earth provides supply for grass; Flowers attract bees and butterflies, and bees and butterflies spread pollen to flowers; White clouds are dedicated to the blue sky, and rainbows are amazing in vilen. The reason is so simple, why think so much and so complicated? Complicated the simple life. And simplifying the complicated life, that is the original intention of people.
Is it too shallow or too attached? My thoughts are misty in the misty rain. From spring flowers to autumn moon; From summer rain lingering to winter snow. Flowers bloom naturally, and spring comes and goes regularly. Feel the lost time with the lotus mind, and the stage of life will not be desolate; With the mind of the sea, to tolerate the vicissitudes of the world, the journey of life, so as not to get hurt.
Life is like a dream. Let the soul roam and let the soul fly. ......