Time is shallow, indifferent and self-sustaining.
Feel a wisp of book fragrance, blindly taste tea Zen, soak in a meter of sunshine, hold a cool and shallow time, and flow gently in this tranquility.
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Always fantasizing about such an afternoon. Soak a cup of tea, hold a roll of beautiful articles, sit lazily by the window, bathe in the sunshine, and let time slip away quietly, but a person prefers this shallow time.
I don't like complicated troubles, I just want to be a lonely plum in a deserted ferry, which has nothing to do with romance, and I just appreciate myself in my own corner. Even a travel-stained traveler will inadvertently set foot in it and forget it at a glance. Shuang Ling is proud of snow and looks at this fascinating world coldly.
Sometimes I fall in love with a quiet night ...
Listening to falling flowers all night, twisting one's heart is fragrant. Invite the bright moon shadow, drink alone, and let your thoughts trickle. Bright moonlight and ethereal eyes, roaring thoughts meet Song and Tang Dynasties. Add fragrance to tea, cut candles and iron out the damp desolation in your heart. What's wrong with sadness? Alone in the world, this dusty heart has been sealed in this life.
"At that time, I was drunk and fell asleep in the spring. My gambling book was splashed with ink. This is normal." Self-sustaining indifference, accompanied by poetry and books, and the moon shadow interaction. Time goes on, expelling all uncertain ideas on the other side of the world, waiting for someone to sing again.
I don't want poetry and wine to take advantage of the years, and I don't want fragrance to be full of summer. I have a childhood brew tea and a splash of ink. Even if the flowers are all gone, there are still manzhushahua on the other side.
The night is as cool as water. Cut a cold plum and gently touch the cold heartstrings. With gentle poems and gorgeous proverbs, I got a good character and Zen.
The old note on the case, time opened the ink mark, blurred whose thoughts; In front of the window, the ancient banyan and moonlight shed broken mercury, which mottled who's short-lived dream. The years are seamless, but whose face is getting old? Indifferent to the world of mortals, may the time be shallow and the years be peaceful …
The past slipped away like a cloud, and time was just an encounter with a white rhinoceros.
When the sultry sunshine covered the desolation of the place I left behind, I lost my way in a place where no one cared.
Sometimes, do you think it's time to stop being persistent? Timid and incompetent.
Because the past years have passed, leaving some fragmentary pictures, which may be called memory.
No matter how stubborn I am, it is at best a temporary worry and helplessness for you.
However, what I can't mention is the flowering period when 040 1 (April Fool's Day) began to multiply, and the spring thoughts were broken all over the place.
Maybe you occasionally waste 1‰ memory in a lolo dream. For you, flowers will eventually turn into spring mud. Seven years have passed, and time has turned into an instant. When fireflies fly, tears fall all over the floor, which is already the past.
Someone in my dream said to me: We are like sand in an hourglass, knowing that we can't escape the cycle of fate, but we are trying our best to deny our short-lived good friends. Not life, not fate, not you and me. But in the lush years, I looked back indifferently for countless times and chased you for thousands of times. Face to face, I can't say anything that moves you.
The past slipped away like a cloud, and time was just an encounter with a white rhinoceros.
Eternal happiness
I am a mediocre woman. Like women in the world, there is a touch of acacia in my heart; Sometimes it will be disturbed by other inexplicable feelings; Sometimes I miss the past and indulge in the beauty of the past. When I am bored, I will be free and unconstrained style, dreaming dreams that I have never told others in my heart; More often, I will be eager to live a normal life surrounded by my family.
Someone once told me that the land of tenderness is the tomb of heroes. Indeed, the hero is lonely, fighting desperately outside, defending his empty reputation and only a little position. Meeting the right person in a foreign land is as gentle as water and as tender as silk. Who won't give up his irrelevant reputation? I always feel tired after walking too much and always want someone to accompany me. There is a caring person listening to the pain hidden in your heart. I have lived alone for more than 20 years. Since I was sensible, all the rules have been on me, and I don't tolerate making mistakes. Because I made a mistake, there was no one around to help me correct it. If you act recklessly, your whole body will be shattered, and your life can't bear such a heavy burden. Face this life with trepidation. Suddenly one day, someone appeared in my life. He allowed me to make mistakes and even tried to tolerate my unreasonable demands. At this time, I was ecstatic. I could have been qualified to make mistakes. Since then, the atrium has collapsed, and that faint feeling has inadvertently invaded it. To this end, I began to try to give up many inherent obsessions. Began to yearn for a plain life. He, I, and a little tolerance and indulgence in life. I can wait like this all my life, face life calmly, laugh at the elegance of life, and watch the flowers bloom before the court.
This is eternal happiness.
Happiness notes
Xi Murong's poem says, "Who says it's endless? Who said he would stay up all night? In fact, our life is just a window with limited space. It really makes sense to think about it. From birth to now, we are surrounded by the eyes of love all the way, and our growth is obvious. Parents see it in their eyes and remember it in their hearts. Later, when I grew up, I began to have a little secret, so the content of the exhibition was different. We may show the lovely and bright side to the people around us, but darkness and bad habits may be left behind and no longer made public. Gradually, these bad things have become the past, and good things will continue to appear in the future and be placed in the most conspicuous position by us. Gradually, we forgot our own darkness and thought that glory was as always. Really?
I like reading poetry, it is so beautiful and wonderful. Poetry is not about rhythm, but about thoughts, feelings and connotations. This reminds me that the nobility of life is not because of money and power, but because of ideals. Poetry is not only very popular in ancient times, but I think it should be carried forward and celebrated in modern times. Modern people are eager for quick success and instant benefit, and do not have many feelings of leisure and purity. Poetry should be a kind of attitude towards life, adding peace to their hearts in today's impetuous and noisy. What a pleasant situation it is to be full of poetry. I'm afraid this pursuit is decreasing sharply with Japanese dramas. This is not a great pity. I think people who love poetry must have rich and delicate feelings in their hearts. If they have this feeling, they will feel happy.
Let's talk about specific happiness first. Happiness lies in creation. The word happiness itself is warm and powerful. There are ten million kinds of people in the world, and there are ten million kinds of happiness. The soldier said, "Happiness is the peace of the country and the people." The workers said, "Happiness means smooth work and a good life for the whole family." The happiness of the old people is that their children and grandchildren are full and enjoy their old age. Children's happiness is laughter and carefree. Tolstoy's happiness is to live for others, Seiichi Morimura's happiness is to share with others, and Nikolai Nikolai Gogol's happiness is to contribute. Mom said, "Your happiness is my happiness". Where is my happiness?
Happiness is the harvest of hard work. Only when the goal is firm can we know how to irrigate with sweat. Maybe the hard work and tears will make us forget our original intention and lose our enthusiasm. But as long as the ideal is still there, one day we will recall the days of unremitting struggle and have a strong sense of happiness in our hearts. Isn't it a kind of happiness to grow up bravely, grow into a towering tree and embark on an ideal journey?
Happiness means tolerance and gratitude, tolerance of some minor disappointments, tolerance of some minor resentments, more attention to the future and looking on the bright side. People may find that even cobwebs have neat and beautiful geometric shapes. Aside from paranoia and unwarranted prejudice, what you have is infinite possibilities. Appreciate the gift of life, love and happiness coexist.
Happiness lies in creation, building a ladder for the growth of others, creating a better future for ourselves, lighting a lamp for people in the dark, finding a direction for life, and creating a harmonious and warm environment for families. Happiness lies in all the beautiful search, all the faith persistence, and all the future reclamation. People who do nothing but sit still can't get real happiness. True happiness is to bring happiness to others, and at the same time let others pass on this happiness. It's also to make myself happy, and to make myself capable of making more people happy.
No matter what the process of life is, no matter where we are, as long as there is love, faith and sincerity, any desperate situation can create happiness. It is a seed buried in the soil, which needs our cultivation and nourishment to break through the ground, thrive and flourish, and finally open a flower in our hearts. Only by knowing how to create happiness can we feel real happiness in the happiness under the green forest tree.
Hope to adopt! ~~~~~~~~~