In the early winter morning, the sky is blue, the sun is smiling, the weather is rare, the air is filled with romance, I sit quietly on the balcony, enjoying the quiet time alone.
The flowers and plants on the balcony grew more happily, red, yellow and green complemented each other, and the branches swayed in the breeze. In the plain silk of winter, the morning glow and the warm sun decorate a few touches of red, drawing a wonderful picture, which makes people happy.
Compared with the long days and the ethereal future, I prefer to live in the present and be steadfast as promised.
Listen to the quiet sound of the wind, pick up the heat of a ray of morning light, and enter the bosom with the fragrance of flowers, in the winter scene, let the warmth spread to every cold corner, and use the sun to illuminate every path to pursue dreams. Let every day that comes to us be spent in gratitude, truth, splendor, compassion and gentleness.
While the children were still asleep, I put on a thick coat and went to the vegetable market unhurriedly, looking at the fruits and vegetables freshly marketed in winter, looking for delicious snacks in the deep alleys, listening to the loud and long shouts, and feeling the daily life of the common people full of the smell of fireworks.
A person's life is just like the 24 solar terms, with alternating cold and warm, spring planting and autumn storage, and summer lotus and winter snow. There is a temporary scenery, a season has a season of moving, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the plain heart that has always bloomed quietly like a lotus.
After forty years of spring and autumn, experiencing the change of morning and evening and the accumulation of years, the years have blurred the memory and mottled the story. I walked through the dense time, deep and shallow, rushed to one unknown encounter after another, and arrived at the other side of the dream with anticipation and joy.
The station of life is never forever, but at the intersection of the years, there will definitely be new encounters. Whether it is a journey of wind and rain or a journey of thorns, it is a heavy invitation to growth that life has sent to me.
I learned to practice in the hustle and bustle, precipitate myself, enrich myself, not let myself sink or forget my duty, keep that peaceful heart, insist on being my true self, and strive to shape a higher version of myself.
Be a caring person, turn ordinary days into poems, live the watery years vividly, and turn all year round into beautiful scenery.
I would like to be the most tender person in the world in Bai Luomei's works, bowing his eyebrows for a flower, stopping for a cloud, and being moved by a drop of rain.
Time flies, in the vast universe, we all aspire to be the lonely brave who fights against fate, but we can't afford to lose time. The rest of life is short, and only the present is eternal.
For the rest of your life, let your practice be the most important thing. Cherish what you have, do what you want to do, live up to yourself, and live up to the years.
Make yourself softer, make your life simpler, make your heart more transparent, and take better care of yourself and your family. Delete the complicated and keep it simple, let the world sway, still keep the original intention unchanged, and move forward all the way.