The pace of the years is rushing, it is like a gust of wind, taking away the clouds of yesterday and leaving the sunshine of today. I, on the other hand, longed to hold every moment I could grasp and let them bloom into colorful flowers in my hands. These flowers, they are the footnotes of the years, the traces of growth, and the marks of life.
The hourglass of time, flowing slowly, brings us a rare tranquility and peace. In this world full of ups and downs, we gradually lose our patience and love for life.
What was once a hustle and bustle is now quiet and peaceful. Instead of seeking those fleeting pleasures and satisfactions, we begin to look for a sense of inner peace and ease. We have learned to let go of those unnecessary struggles and troubles, and to feel those small and beautiful things with our hearts.
Once, I always thought that the word plain was like the old clothes, which made me ashamed to show others. However, as the years go by, I gradually realize that it is just a word that is often quoted in the chicken soup for the soul, like a **elixir, warm and **.
Bland, it is not a gorgeous brocade robe, but a warm cotton jacket. It is not as dazzling as a brilliant gemstone, but it is soft and delicate like a ray of afternoon sunshine. It's not a strong spirit, but it's like a refreshing green tea, moisturizing and soothing.
In this bustling and noisy world, we always pursue gorgeous and brilliant, but often ignore the beauty in the ordinary. Like a butterfly carnival in a sea of flowers, forgetting the daisy that blooms quietly. Let's revisit the ordinary and feel its beauty like a clear spring.
Nowadays, I feel more and more the unique charm and inner temperament contained in the old things. They are like green pines standing proudly in the wind and snow in winter, interpreting the precipitation of time and the long river of history with their tenacious posture. That kind of calmness and atmosphere often makes people inadvertently feel awe.
The old things are whispering, they are telling the story of the past, outlining the contours of the times. They witness the flow of time, carry the memory of history, and silently interpret the flow and changes of the years.
The abundance and fulfillment of life do not need to be deliberately created and rendered, it is like a picture scroll, quietly displayed in front of our eyes. There are traces of time flowing in the picture scroll, recording the bits and pieces of life, let us feel this beauty with our hearts.
Sometimes, doing what you want, happy and unknowing, is like a secret ceremony, without gorgeous display, without deliberate show-off, but it can exude the highest sense of ritual in the ordinary. This ritual, like a beautiful symphony, is free and natural.
Just like a butterfly dancing among the flowers, enjoying the baptism of the sun, we also fly freely in our own world, feeling the rhythm and rhythm of life. We use our own way to interpret the beauty of life, to experience the uniqueness of life, to feel the highest sense of ritual.
Just like at this moment, the soft lights in the room warm the whole space like the warm spring sun. A quiet tune, like a trickle, flows gently in the ears, making people feel inner peace and peace.
A cup of light flower tea seems to have a slight fragrance, and after entering it, it seems to be in nature, isolated from the world. And I, sitting here alone, seem to have become the master of my own mountains and seas, enjoying this loneliness and tranquility.