In this noisy world, I always believe that there is a kind of person who does not pursue the exquisiteness of all sides, and does not pursue the joy of the world. They surround a silent fireworks, live in solitude, and make peace with everything. They take words as their companion, ** as their soul, flowers and shallow grass as their poems, and warmth and purity as their hearts. They are a warm person, neither humble nor arrogant, clear and kind.
Such people may not be good at words, but they know how to listen. They may not be looking for prosperity, but they love life. They find strength in silence and self in solitude. They make peace with everything, not because they don't know how to fight, but because they understand that by being reconciled with the world, they can face themselves better.
Their world is not noisy, but full of poetry. They use words as a companion to record the bits and pieces of life and understand the true meaning of life. They take ** as their soul, tell their own stories with musical notes, and soothe their hearts with melody. They use the fragrance of flowers and shallow grass as poems, so that life is full of poetry, and the soul is full of fragrance.
They are a warm person because their hearts are filled with love. Their love is not the kind of flamboyant love, but the kind of deep love. Their love is silent, but it can make people feel warm. Their love is clear, without a trace of impurities.
They are neither humble nor arrogant, because they know their worth. They know their strengths and weaknesses, and they accept everything about themselves. They will not be proud or inferior because of momentary gains and losses, because they understand that life is a long-distance race, and it is not a momentary victory or defeat that can be decided.
They are clear and kind because they have no malice in their hearts. They are sincere to people and serious about things. Their kindness is not to be rewarded, but from the heart. Their clarity is not meant to be shown to others, but to make themselves happier.
After all, it's not the eight-sided delicate woman who can't please the people from all over the world. Only to end up surrounded by a silent fireworks, peace with solitude, and peace with everything. With words, with **, with flowers and shallow grass, with warmth and purity, to be a warm person, neither humble nor arrogant, clear and kind.