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Walking in the world of mortals, waiting to go home at any time, whether the scenery is charming or not. One day, we will achieve the same goal through different channels.
The most beautiful thing in life is not meeting, but meeting again.
She said: "1In the early spring of 997, A Yuan died. 1at the end of 998, Zhong Shu passed away. The three of us were separated. I lost it so easily. Good things in the world are not firm, colorful clouds are easy to disperse, and glass is fragile. Now, I am the only one left. I clearly see that the apartment that used to be "our home" is just an inn on the journey. Where is home? I don't know. I'm still looking for my way home. "
Extended data:
"You are the most beautiful practice in my life" is a brand-new prose work published by best-selling author Bai Lome on 20 17. This work tells the story of the author's ten years of dust, ten years of traces and ten years of transformation, and it is a review and review of the important ten years of life.
Landscape flowers and trees, white clouds and cool breeze, the scenery we walked through, the people we met and the stories that happened all fell into words, revealing a quiet and leisurely lifestyle and life sentiment, bright and gentle, every grass and tree has spirit, and every word has affection. The content of the manuscript is elegant, positive and poetic.
Quotations from Bai Mei
1, the loneliest dusk, hides the bright sunshine. It is said that autumn water is dust-free and autumn clouds are unintentional. The mountains and rivers in this season should be silent. Hà Thu is still here, but she has lost all her youth.
And we don't have to force the broken scenery, because time is still flowing proudly. Always believe that the existence of all things, with a mission, regardless of ups and downs, has its own character. Since there is fate in the world, we should take it easy and have fun with the mountains and rivers.
This is an old lane called reincarnation. How many people are looking for the scattered past here. In fact, the story has already rewritten its original appearance, but it can be fleeting. Why are you so sad? There must be something I accidentally forgot.
Otherwise, the lights on the street corner wouldn't be so bleak. Otherwise, what was left yesterday was not just a faint confusion. If I give my whole life, can I have what I want forever?
Give me an old time, sitting alone under a mossy wooden window and making a pot of leisure tea. Never mind, when can the swallows flying to the south go home? Don't ask, where will that boat be exiled?
Don't think about how much of the past years are true and how much is false. If I can, I just want to be a plum blossom left in the world and watch the sunset clouds with a person who is home at the old ferry.
4. When did this big white wall built near the water become the hometown I can't go back to in my dream? I used to pack my bags in such a hurry, and I wanted to use the years for the past.
Walking through the world of mortals and enjoying the world, I realized that life is just a dream. If you love someone, you can forget them. The mistakes made should be forgiven. Please allow me, with the rest of my time, to talk to the grass, trees and tile eaves here again.
I heard that it is autumn, and I used to like the drunken weather in the frost forest. Now I don't want to hear anything about autumn. That's because I'm afraid of getting old.
None of us are brave in time, and we can't afford to lose time. I want to go on fearlessly. When I am white-haired, I still have a clear heart. Then cherish all kinds of earthly love and make every day peaceful, compassionate and simple.
6. Open a teahouse. In a place near the water, there is no ostentation or noise. Some are old, some are thin, business is deserted, and even forgotten. None of this matters. As long as there is such a guest, there is such a guest. In the lazy afternoon sunshine, drink a cup of tea until it is tasteless; It will be a song, which sounds without rhyme; Read a book without words; I have no intention of loving someone.
7. A rush of fallen leaves makes death so brilliant and peaceful. It is said that light is like a dream, and I am used to autumn moon and spring breeze. The same is true of life stories, but after all, we can't give up a beautiful encounter.
The past is like a silent autumn red, and the fleeting time is just a plum blossom. Even if the water is empty, the old days can still be charming. Even if the years are hazy and the world is far away, you can still find the traces left by those years.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Bai Mei