The heart is as bright as water, as light as tea, and as quiet as Zen;Life, fade away from the glitz, and the fragrance is fragrant. In the red dust, if you care about too many gains and losses, you will have a lot of sorrow and a little less happiness, and everything is not as light. In the fireworks, the years have been wasted, you want this or that, but most of the results are not good.
In the depths of the passing years, who has responded to whom's catastrophe, who has become someone's obsession, as long as it has nothing to do with you and people, you should inquire less and live your own life, which is enough.
Life is sometimes like an encounter that is as faint as the evening breeze, and when things change, it is forgotten. Everyone is inevitably forgotten, so you don't have to be too attached to it. Some of the past events are like shadows in the years of flowing water, but they are as light as dust and as quiet as flowers.
Choose a good day, dust off the eaves, and dust off your heart, and a round of moon, a gust of wind, two by two. Then add a wisp of incense, the window moon is restricted, purify the soul, taste a cup of tea, the eye waves flow, sit and watch the mountain covered with the glow, the water color smoke willow, cut a branch, serve the bottle, the branch is sparse and clear, and the hairpin flower in the mirror.
Life has its own beauty, just like the summer evening breeze is getting cooler, soothing the restless heart;It is like a tea fried in spring water, which cleanses the heart. Life, thousands of days and nights, every day of serious life, there is a love hidden. Whether it is deep in love, or lonely entanglement, wait until the years climb up to the cheeks, cover the forehead, and then talk about joy, laugh and sing the rivers and lakes, the evening scene of the years, and it is like a lotus.
The breeze turns over the pages of the years, there are peach blossoms on the face, willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, there are also flowers under the corridor, smoke willows draw bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, and there are 100,000 people.
There are always people who study ink and put pen to paper just for a piece of the past, and some people unfold rice paper and draw the smoke and rain of life.
Life is like reading a thick book, which includes the ancient temple of Hanshan, the wind-moving fishing boat, the full display of roses, the shallow lotus leaves, and the begonia makeup, the autumn grass qintai, the red furnace is lit with snow, and the paper clouds are smoky.
Over the years, the green shirt is half old, turning into a heartstring, faintly making a plain pen, and the ink color of the pen is old. A cup of weak tea, reflecting the past, floating obsession.
Now, as the years get older, as long as life is tight, the world is blank, and there is no quarrel with the heart, you will no longer feel the cold. Autumn and Winter Check-in Challenge