Sometimes, I like to be alone, slowly carving time, reading books, cooking tea, playing the piano, or sunbathing, daze, nothing to think about, raising flowers and planting vegetables, do not have to go out of the ordinary, do not have to carry the weight of traveling, put down the fame and fortune, and only enjoy the beauty of the mountains and rivers, and the world of the long peace.
Modern people into the world, the more long, the more fascinated by the world of happiness. Being in the world, there are always too many stormy world affairs have disturbed, to completely put down the mundane distractions, return to the mountains and forests, the world and independence is not possible.
Unbeknownst to me, the more addicted to the world, the more tired I feel. Life as a leaf, a lifetime of fall, step through the spring, drunken old west window, although the earth has been deserted, the heart from the fragrance, enjoy the food time, calm and quiet, even if there is a storm outside the window, but also years of incense.
The flow of time, time and tide, feelings gradually feel into the decline of the evening, luan mirror face shock dark change. The end of the world weary guest, looking back to the road, met people, sometimes think, really is a look back, the mountain square seven days, the world has been a thousand years.
The mundane things, see understand, nothing more than male love, nothing more than the interweaving of fame and fortune, nothing more than the sadness and joy of the intermingling of the dial heavy human smoke and fire, but the world is the abyss of the floating world.
Some of the smiles behind the teeth of the soul, some of the numbness behind the indifference of the vicissitudes of life. The more we grow older, the more we know how to build a high wall for ourselves, deep cover up all the possible beauty, to lonely as snow solitude, quiet to the world.
The geese have passed through the sky without a trace, and woke up in a dream without a shadow. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see what's going on. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
God gave everyone a cup of sweet wine and a cup of bitter water, some people first sweet and then bitter, some people first bitter and then sweet. Come to this earth trip, always have to taste the taste of sweet and bitter mixed half. Many times, life is always so difficult, put all your efforts or can not be circumscribed, because we are all the first time to come to this world.
Rolling dust, a dream of a thousand searches, each of us are busy rushing, busy with rapid aging, suddenly look back, the west wind soughing blowing, the cold moon on the hillock soundless, the cold river stands alone in the heart of the road is not yet central, do not think about it has been pathos.
Perhaps the best life is to have the ability to love yourself, to have the spare capacity to love others, to have the time to accomplish what you want to do, and to have the sentiment to explore the poetry and faraway places. I always believe that human life can not be measured by the length of time, when the heart is full of love, the moment is eternal; when the soul dance, life is alive.
The landscape and the journey, spring and autumn a few times, the smoke and water prosperity, half a lifetime of dust and dreams. The deepest part of the time is unspeakable, the deepest part of the deepest love affair, those fine and beautiful touch, the dream woke up still warm. The most beautiful feeling, but and know people, in the rain under the eaves, a cup of old tea, flipping through the time together.
Not everyone is able to find another self, not everyone likes to run in the rain. The life is still so long, the heart is still on the road, I wish you are not by the dust of the old dream trip, all the way forward, the wind, meet many people, see more scenery, encounter better and more beautiful yourself.
Life, originally is the dust of the sea, just, look back, the world of cool interpretation of the bitter, spicy and sweet. The fireworks on earth, a go back to the flow of years, there is nothing a year ten thousand years, nothing forever, we have only in the heart!