In the breeze, a quiet place in the world is suitable for the soul to dwell in. Summer is getting deeper and this is the last day of June. On the plain paper of time, the ink and wash are lightly dyed, and the prosperity and lushness flow in the quiet time, blending with the colo

In the small wind, it is a quiet place in the world, suitable for the soul to dwell in.

Summer is getting deeper, and this is the last day of June. On the plain paper of time, the ink and wash are lightly dyed, and the prosperity and lushness flow in the quiet time, blending with the colorful light shadows. In the tranquility and changes of the years, the vicissitudes of the world are written.

The seasons change, and the cycle begins again and again. The years are very long and endless, and life is very short, as short as a day and a night. When they are young, they like nights, noise and sadness, while in middle age they yearn for dusk, countryside and tranquility.

Having passed half of my life, I feel the nostalgia of the years, the beauty of those low eyebrows, the scenery that moistens my eyes, the joys and sorrows that hit my heart, deep and shallow, layered with fleeting memories, hidden in the changing seasons. There are dreams in the world of mortals. They gather and disperse impermanently. When you first see the flowers bloom, when you turn around, the flowers fade. The faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk, and there are dreams that follow you for half your life.

In the entangled world, the soul sometimes needs a proper exile and a timely landing. Touching the text and writing three or two small characters is to exile the soul to enjoy a joy outside the world in a moment of silence.

When a person reaches middle age, he practices wisdom, lives a simple life, is calm and quiet, feels the life of one vegetable and one meal, the love of one spoonful of vegetables, one house, two people, three meals, four seasons, and turns ordinary days into scenery... ...

I remember reading a passage: "When we get old, we will live in a small courtyard, away from the hustle and bustle, eat simple meals, watch flowers in spring and the moon in autumn, and watch stars in summer nights and snow in winter. In the yard, there are people walking together In the spring, summer, autumn and winter, there were flowers and plants, cats and dogs, laughter and leisure time. Just thinking about such days makes me happy. "

One step away from the water, one step away from the mountains. The clouds and smoke in the ancient alleys, the passage of time, the thousands of years of wind, swept away the cry from the bottom of my heart. Long pavilion and short station, the post house is noisy with carriages and horses. Hand in hand in the vast place, the still water flows far and wide. The dream of seeking knowledge is gone, and the mortal world is boundless...

Life is too short, and there are too many regrets. Filter out those things that should not belong to you. I reduce my luggage again and again. If it is not the end, I must keep smiling all the way. ; The sunshine is not strong, the breeze is not dry, life is sunny and warm, in ordinary days, understand and tolerate others, live indifferently and peacefully, simple and contented.

After walking through the years of mortal life, I have seen the prosperity of the world, the tranquility and joy, and the flowers blooming one after another. I hope that you and I can see the world without seeing right and wrong; looking at the years, we can return to ordinary life with scenery in our hearts, and enjoy the light joy of life...