Life is like a tree with flowers blooming, either quiet or enthusiastic, lonely or brilliant. The days gradually thicken in the annual rings of the years, and those innocent, active, or contemplative souls are engraved with deep and shallow marks, thick or light, in the bustling and hustle and bustle.
appreciates this sentence: Life is a delusion. In fact, over the years, everyone has been trudging in this illusion. Crying in the real smile, laughing in the real cry, a misty rain, half a dream, many times, we have to admit: life is not lonely, we just don’t want to say it.
Listening to the world in silence, I gradually understand: in life, there will always be a lot of helplessness, hope, disappointment, longing, and hesitation. Only after suffering can you know the sweetness; only after suffering can you know how to be strong; only after being stupid can you grow. In life, there are always some embarrassing gaps. Some people make you care, but you can't stay together; some things make you envious, but you can't have them; some misses make you miss them, but you regret them all your life.
In this noisy mortal world, we need a place suitable for ourselves to rest our souls. Maybe, it's a quiet house; maybe, it's a wordless scripture; maybe, it's a maze of paths. As long as it is where your heart goes, it is a stop, so that when you set off for the future, you will no longer be so confused.
The world of mortals is three thousand feet long, and my thoughts are in the mountains and rivers. Life is not always smooth sailing. Because of love, I let go; because of letting go, I was silent; because of understanding, I looked back with peace of mind. Perhaps, days with wind and rain carry the weight of life; days with light wind and clear clouds are more suitable for quiet understanding.
deeply understands: not everything in this world conforms to imagination. Sometimes, the mountains are the story of the water, and the clouds are the story of the wind; sometimes, the stars are not the story of the night, and love is not the story of love. In the journey of life, many people fall apart as they walk; many things fade away as they look at them; many dreams fall apart as they are being dreamed; many tears dry up as they flow. Life is originally a vicissitudes of life, but when we look back, the harshness of the world turns into bitterness, sourness and sweetness.
likes the kind of beauty that is so light to the extreme, neither impatient nor impatient, neither warm nor fiery, with soundful steps, soothing and orderly; a slight smile, thousands of deep feelings, a little dust and smoke, and simple thoughts and actions. In the depths of time, quietly watch the flowers bloom and fade. Although they have gone through many vicissitudes of life, they still smile and feel as warm as ever. In fact, it’s not that I’m not affectionate, it’s that I was too deeply affectionate; it’s not that I don’t understand love, it’s that I know how strong I am after I’ve loved. In the streets of life, no one can change the criss-crossing past. However, as we look back gradually, those who have been hurt and cried have become strong; those who cannot bear to forget and those who never forget have dried into the scenery.
Standing at the top of the years, grazing the soul, a journey through the mountains, a journey through the water, the world of mortals, vicissitudes of life, fleeting years, pure joy, a person's night, we finally learned: in the indifference of one mind, smile at the white moonlight of two people.
A touch of understanding, collecting bits and pieces of happiness, passing through the years, through the temperature of the fingertips, hoping that the years will be quiet. Along the way, you will find that living with us, warmth, has always been a kind of pulling, isn't it? Riding on the waves in the ocean of life, at the end of the cloud sail, looking back lightly, there is a unique cave sky everywhere, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle.
There is a kind of going through many vicissitudes over the years, there is a kind of distant view called tearful smile, there is a kind of pursuit called shallow walking and quiet contemplation, and there is a kind of beauty called being indifferent to the extreme. Give life a reason to smile, don't let your heart carry too much burden; give yourself a way to keep warm, pursue it with the obsession of the wind, the tranquility of the lotus, and a smile, polishing the years into the most beautiful scenery on the branches of life.
