Author: Zimo.
The shuttle bus at the end of the year has left, looking back on the past, but it is unbearable to look back, like the smoke drifting away, the fireworks in the world are still prosperous.
In the picturesque seasonal wind, the wind blows the fallen leaves, in the messy and mottled light and shadow, reflecting the story of time, the residual scenery is the old time, but also the memory of the red dust love song.
As the years go by, there are always many interesting and beautiful things, and now looking back, they have become memories.
In the coldest season, it is a warmth to meet with beauty, and it is in the sun, quietly listening to my inner voice, awakening my memory.
Sitting in front of the window, I also watched the north wind whistling by, blowing through the old dreams, whispering about life, and in the falling leaves, full of nostalgia.
In the change of seasons, time flies by, and when encountering a new season, I will let myself look at the world with an appreciative eye, appreciate the beauty of flowers, the poetry of flowers, look down on human affairs, and watch the clouds outside the sky.
The years are like a shuttle, the quicksand between the fingers, the moment is fragrant, after the years, we have time to beat the horse, we have also from the green boy, to the temples white, from the spring tenderness overgrown branches, to the forest dyed a bleak, blank world, a snow can not fall indifferently in winter, everything has changed in the change of seasons.
Time flies, the years are not quiet, in the snap of a finger, the world has changed the scenery, all say that the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life, but in a blink of an eye, it is already full of desolation, and a year quietly left.
If we can do it all over again, perhaps, we will still choose the life we once had, although we will regret it in a period of old age, but those yellowed stories are still the best choice in life.
Organize your mood, and then, in a corner that no one cares about, put the past in the depths of your soul, let yourself learn to let go, no longer entangled in the success or failure of the past, say goodbye to the past, and from then on, no matter what you have experienced, after the storm, you will give yourself a deep affection and tranquility.
Perhaps, only when the heart is quiet, can you hear the truest voice in your heart. Sit down, enjoy the good season in the world, but between the flowers blooming and falling, the streamer is easy to throw people away, meditate and understand, life is impermanent, and it is also the law of nature.
When we see the world clearly, we also learn to laugh at the wind and clouds, face everything calmly, and harvest a kind of affectionate and quiet joy.
Although life is ordinary, we can't live up to it, the most beautiful fireworks in the world are three meals and four seasons, the lights are amiable, and let yourself live an ordinary life poetic.
Exquisite life is to make every ordinary and ordinary day full of hope and fun.
Simple life, without too much beauty, content with firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, the ordinary, trivial and trivial days, in the way you like, live into your favorite way, is also a kind of beauty.
Therefore, life is half fireworks, half poetry, and it is also the most beautiful scenery in life to live the ordinary and trivial days as you like.
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