Talk and laugh at your fingertips.
The season has opened the curtain of warm and unrestrained, carrying a warm and unrestrained life, extending to the depths of the years. The wind from the distant mountains came with a solemn call, which seemed a little hasty and panicked, as if it were a prophecy about a fleeting life. Every time passes, I will inevitably feel a little emotional, I don't know if it is for the scenery that turns yellow and green in the trees on the shore, or a few new strands of gray hair on the sideburns? If there are any, or no, the mind is difficult to describe, the mind is unpredictable, and the churning thoughts are always inseparable from the deep meaning.
The years do not live, the horses pass, season after season leaves, season after season comes, frivolous and frenetic, it is difficult to look back, and there is suddenly a lot of reluctance in the heart, which is mixed with a lot of extravagant hopes, and the extravagance is mixed with the beauty of the season for a long time, but also mixed with some chagrin, annoyed that they did not read and cherish that beautiful time. Fortunately, the stream sends the fragrance of flowers, and the falling petals are hidden in the sleeves, even though the rolling red dust shakes off a lot of cherished things, there will always be some beauty in the four seasons.
I don't know when I have closed the door to the chaos of the world, I am happy with the four seasons and the moon, I am content with the fireworks and three meals, I love the tranquility and plainness, I only focus on my inner world, and occasionally use the inspiration given by the four seasons, I will write some small words, scattered randomly on the road, if anyone passes by, I may pick it up gently. As a result, the chaos is eliminated, the mood is hidden, and life has gone from vigorous to ordinary, and some trivial lives have also become calm and beautiful.
Sit quietly in front of the window and watch the four seasons, scorching vicissitudes, watching the rotation of the bustling depression, the spring flower street, the summer rain lane, the autumn maple garden, the winter courtyard snow, all in sight. Stop in the smell of fireworks, inhabit in the faint fragrance of fruits and vegetables, cook a bowl of soup to comfort yourself, taste the thickness of the soup, watch the boiling in the depths of the years, and enjoy the mediocrity and joy brought by fireworks poems in ordinary days with the mood of shallow love for the world. Hehe! It turns out that the true meaning of life is nothing more than a simple one.
Now, in his own small world, he has been sitting and turning into a lotus without panic, listening to the sound of the years with his heart, even if he is sad and desolate, he is deeply hidden in his heart! There is no one in this world who does not have regrets, but there are people who do not cry out for pain. If there is any shortcut to happiness and happiness, then looking down and looking away is the beautiful scenery on the road. In life, we are all mixed with joy and sorrow at the same time, no one is smooth sailing, the autumn harvest scene on TV is beautiful and moving, but such a beautiful scene, which is mixed with hard work and bitter sweat.
Xu a piece of peace of mind, cut a period of plain brocade, with a bright attitude into their own life, as long as you live with your heart, all the mundane at hand can be inked into poetry. No matter how many red lips and white teeth have been experienced over time, it is not as good as this, in these long years, you can maintain your inner calmness and tranquility.
Slowly drink the thick soup of fireworks, savor the taste of fireworks in the world, learn to reconcile with all the reluctance in life, and use the chicken feathers in a place as flower arrangements, which is also a beautiful beauty. Fireworks, three meals, four seasons, ordinary life, ordinary people, enough to warm the years, warm and cool, warm people's hearts.