The morning breeze blows across the treetops, and the green mist slowly dissipates and lingers, exposing the scenery in the distance to your eyes. The faint outline is the golden edge outlined by the sun, and the soft glow sets the sea and sky like a dream, and the rising clouds are like fairies' dance skirts, dancing with the breeze.
The rolling waves, with the courage of the destruction, beat the reefs into a sonorous rhythm. The momentum broke through the shackles of time, gradually polished the thousands of years of carving and polishing them, and delivered a satisfactory answer for long-term persistence.
I have never counted the wear marks of the years, never cared about the wear and tear of time, but just searched hard for the persistent heart in the gaps of life. Time flowed like water and smoke, free from the blink of an eye, how many obsessions can be avoided by the wind and rain of life in this seemingly long time, but there is an end to the end, and still retain the passion and vitality of the past. What kind of mood can withstand the assimilation of the torrent of time under the changes of the world, and preserve that sober persistence.
Life never lacks the effort of doing everything and is not afraid of the turmoil of wind and rain. However, in the long-distance running of survival with all your might, there are also a moment of breathing. This is the gap in life. How many dreams can be preserved during rest? How can the once persistent protection be eliminated in fatigue. The gaps in life may not only allow us to stop, but leave space for our persistence. 
