I know that the closer life is to dullness, the closer the heart is to brilliance. The wise man who has experienced the world finally realizes that anything that is too forceful and too public must be a bluff. And inner peace is the real peace, it is cleaner, purer, and closer to the place called the soul.
If there is an afterlife, I want to be a tree and stand for eternity without any gestures of joy or sorrow. Half of it is peaceful in the soil, half of it is flying in the wind, half of it is covered with shade, and half of it is bathed in sunshine. Very silent, very proud, never relying on, never looking for.
Life is not about the present, life has poetry and distance.
True peace is not to avoid the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, but to build a fence and plant chrysanthemums in your heart. Although the past is like the past, the sound of the waves is still there every day. As long as we eliminate our obsessions, we can be quiet and peaceful.
Counting the past in life is an immortal legend of its own. Stretch out your hands, hold a wisp of breeze, blend them with a touch of elegant words, and turn them into little flowers of life, pin them in your hair, Use the notes of the passing years to write down bits and pieces of the past, record the spring and autumn that are unforgettable, and engrave your heart in words to interpret life...
Be calm in your heart and be at ease in the world. The clouds are light and leisurely, and the water is light to nourish all things. Things in the world are full of chaos, right and wrong, gains and losses, and perfection is hard to come by. If you want everything to go your way, you will get stuck in the quagmire of carelessness and cannot extricate yourself.
Flowers bloom for a season, and people live for a lifetime. If you are more optimistic and casual, you will be more relaxed and comfortable. The good or bad external environment is not the source of happiness and suffering. The real initiator is our heart. Smile naturally when you think about it, and let it go after seeing through it.
Youth, the prosperity of a prosperous age, I am willing not to pour out the city, not the country, but only everything I have. Just to live a simple and stable life, simple and ordinary. A plain pen, a cup of scented tea, a period of time, a smile and peace.
Clusters of withered flowers, incomplete moon rings. Time passed by the fingertips inadvertently, and as soon as I turned around, the Duanyan outside the building was already so far away that it was hard to leave behind. I wonder who is writing poems for you at the broken bridge in the middle of the night.
In the quiet heart, there is the most beautiful scenery. Despite the complexity of the world, the heart remains, the feelings remain; despite the bumps and wanderings, the steps remain, and the pursuit remains; despite the vicissitudes of time, the world remains, and life remains.
When we look back, it may not only be memories that have accumulated, but those wind-like past events and those song-like years are all drifting away in our thoughts. You should cherish what you have; after all, what you miss can never be found again.
It is no longer the age of ignorance, nor the flowering season of dreaming. The passing years have written the wandering past. The gurgling river of life, the journey of flowers blooming and withering, the ups and downs, bit by bit, bloom in the heart lake like a piece of coriander and duckweed.
In life, there are always some people who come peacefully, wait quietly, and never leave; there are also some people who are as strong as wine and crazy as drunk, but they are nowhere to be found when they wake up, and they come and go. Like the wind, there is no trace of dreams.
Indifference is a kind of beauty, a state of mind, a kind of cultivation, and a kind of state.
Someone asked me, will what I lost come back? How should I put it? Well, I still can. However, I once lost a button, and when I found the button later, I had already changed my clothes.
Life is like riding a train. The scenery in the past is so beautiful that it makes you linger, but you always need to move forward. You tell yourself, I will definitely come again in the future, but in fact, often you Will never go back again. The retreating scenery and the people we meet will eventually drift away.
No one knows when disaster will strike, and no one can predict when the end will suddenly appear. All we can do is cherish everything we have around us. The future may be better, or it may not be. But family, relatives, and lovers are everything at this moment. Don't always use busy work to distance yourself, don't always use making money to push away, embrace the people around you from now on.