The temperature has dropped, the westerly wind has tightened, and the start of December has slowly begun.
There is a peace, accompanied by the end of the year, quiet and leisurely. With a touch of warmth, embrace the joy of the years, and the beauty and tranquility of plain colors.
Adapted to the cold winter, the wind blows through strangers, and you walk alone with the impression. There is no wandering loneliness, there is no lonely loneliness, the sun and moon who have struggled all the way, your certainty and tenacity, shaping the calm in the cold wind.
The fallen leaves of the shallow winter once carried your faith, you want to feel at ease, and you want to wander with it.
I want to unload heavy responsibilities, I want to go with the flow, regardless of the consequences, regardless of gains and losses.
But in the end, it is a calm, calm state of mind. If you have a dream in your heart, your direction will not drift. With a goal, your steps won't waver.
The warm winter sunshine also ** your romance, want to be free and easy, want a better life. Without patience, without effort, that is to lie in peace and not care.
How I want to be immersed in the caress of the winter sun, how I want to dance with the ginkgo biloba, forget the years, and not know the suffering of the world.
But I still turned around, hid in the trivial daily life, tried my best to precipitate in the work, and walked through the sun and the moon wholeheartedly.
Some people say that the meaning of shouldering the burden of life is to have an eternal light in the heart.
Perhaps, for some, what is free and easy is a defense of the transcendent theme. Xi is used to moving forward, recognizing the path of stretching, the lofty posture is the wordless proof, and the clear eyes are the endorsement of happiness.
So, when the wind whistles, we feel that the years are late. Sudden sigh, but no regrets, only Enron.
Looking back all the way, happy all the way, all the way singing. The blue sky and white clouds form a picture scroll in the winter sun, and the dead leaves condense into vicissitudes in the whispering wind. Time is warm, there are traces of struggle on the painting, and the vicissitudes of life are filled with the heaviness and richness of the years.
At the end of the year and the end of winter, you can finally lean against the window and read leisurely, indulging in the fragrance of tea. The sunlight filled the room, the shadows of the trees fell, and the warmth of the heart rose densely.
In the boundless land of time, looking at the ups and downs of life, the coming day is fragrant, and the four seasons are like spring. Once the bitterness and bitterness are dispersed, the tempering of the vast rivers and mountains becomes a simple and elegant scenery.
Passing through the desolate world and getting out of the fragile human feelings, the harvest is sudden, and the accumulation is abundant.
Never expecting to have nothing, now I know the importance of living hard. Work hard every day, see your limitations in the hustle and bustle, and experience the hardships of life in hard work.
Be a man, give sincerely, and be kind to others. Do your job well, do your best, and have a clear conscience.
Never complained, and now I'm grateful. Thanksgiving for the vicissitudes of life, gratitude for the years, gratitude for all encounters, is an experience, is a practice.
Warm your heart and cherish every moment.
Looking at the time, I collect every touch.
Leisurely in their own rhythm, in the warmth of the drips of deep memory. Live with your heart, be kind to the years, and harvest your own abundance and abundance.
In December, Ping An entered the twilight of the year, the vicissitudes of quality, the feeling of light and warmth, to be an eternal practitioner, to be his own ferryman.