It was cold at the end of the year and everything was bleak.
The air is dark, like a huge secret. The hope in my heart will also rise and fall, bouncing and exciting.
Snowflakes fall elsewhere, some regretful, some dirty, but there is still hope.
One day, there will be romance, there will be the grandeur of the vast white expanse. Don't rush, wait slowly, be patient.
Even if the wish is disappointed in the end, it has been a long wait, there is a leisure, and there is a calm.
Let this faint loss once again turn into the gift of the years, wash away the glitz, and leave the innocence.
Stumbling along the way, how many sorrows have become clouds, thousands of troubles have been dispersed with the wind, and what knot cannot be untied?Is there anything else you don't understand?
All encounters are spiritual practices, and all experiences become experiences. So many days have flown by, only the indifference and not surprise of the present. There is such a deep entanglement of bitterness and hatred, and now there is relief and sudden enlightenment.
The seasons don't change, so let it be. The ups and downs of life have their own rules, so wait for the flowers to bloom.
Trace a forest and snowfield in your mind, and touch the long-lost throbbing with the wings of imagination. With beauty, with blessings, a greeting can usher in a large piece, and a deep affection can also watch the snow dance.
Time is light, write a line of hearts with sincerity, and pave a poetry with enthusiasm. Embracing the vicissitudes of life, accompanied by wind and frost, lingering in a string of clouds, and singing in the lingering of the bright moon in a window.
Or himself, but not the sentimental woman. Time has changed a lot, but it has also left a lot.
Ordinary days, but no longer sad. The bright heart illuminates the face, and the light in the eye illuminates the journey.
When there is fog in the morning, in front of the warm window in the afternoon, under the amorous lamp at night, or walking slowly on strangers, or taking a fragrant nap, or wandering in a book, there is a kind of peaceful and quiet embrace, and there is a kind of tranquility that follows you like a shadow.
No more worrying about gains and losses, no more worrying, no more hesitation. Life has gone through thousands of mountains and rivers, and thousands of hearts are scattered, and they are also scattered in the wind.
There used to be so much disgust, and I smiled and walked away in the years. The once deep obsession has also quietly disappeared in the changing situation.
It's not that the environment has changed, it's that I look weak. It's not whether the reality is gentle or not, but whether the mentality is clear.
*Someone,** there will be all kinds of entanglements. If I'm not involved, it's none of my business.
Some relationships don't need to be maintained, and some circles don't need to be included. I am not greedy, everyone understands me, and I don't sigh that it is difficult to find a confidant.
You can enjoy loneliness, you can break loneliness, because you have peace of mind.
Do what you love, do your best, and live in the moment. Don't seek fame and fortune, don't seek gains and losses.
What do I have to do with this world?The world is prosperous, why be greedy?
People don't need much in life, and there is no need to chase them. Life is simple, there is no need to cheat.
For the rest of my life, I wish to accompany the wind and the moon, accompany the rise and fall of the grass and trees, and watch the clouds for a long time.
Time is like water, calm and safe. A simple heart, kind to time.