In the world of fireworks, each has its own bonds, and each has its own relationship. All kinds of flavors of life, each has its own happiness, each has its own way of living.
Everything that happens is like spring and autumn, and people are accustomed to it. "Good things are always memorable, but they're a thing of the past. After the baptism of time, we have long been accustomed to this world we love.
Listen to the snow cooking tea, hold the pen for safety, and write for reading. This is perhaps the most lyrical poem of winter.
Listen to the wind, laugh and watch the snow fall, in the Zen of the soul, embrace a quiet and indifferent, and taste a leisurely taste.
As long as you have a compassionate feeling and a clear state of mind, in front of the smoke-like past, everything will eventually be relieved.
As long as there is love in the heart, there is scenery in the eyes, a flower and a world, a leaf and a Bodhi, it is a happy time worth having.
I am glad that in the coldest season, the enthusiasm in my heart has not been buried by the wind and snow, and the love of life is still immersed in pieces of snowflakes, lingering on the snow-covered land.
The shape of the years is sunrise and sunset, autumn and winter;It is an unstoppable complexity and reincarnation;It's a sleepless day, a month, a year.
In the fireworks of the twilight of the year, I boiled Bo Nian, quietly looked forward to the plum blossoms on the mo, and silently looked forward to the spring on the ridge. Taste life with a contented heart, imagine the world with a grateful heart, and forget and follow the wind in the time that is gradually moving away.
With a joyful heart, slow down the daily life;In the name of the years, a long life.
Life is very flavorful