The sun dwells in the moon, slowly like a dream.
When I woke up, there was a pot of tea, boiling for time.
The kitten looked at my lover with affection, as if I was the superfluous one in the family.
suddenly found that affection can't be hidden, how can there be any seamless crush, it's just that the person you love is pretending to be stupid!
Pick up the cat, be intimate like a **, stand in front of the mirror, and see what you look like when you force a cat.
only to find that the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes have been dug deeper by time.
I wonder who those who are not afraid of old age? I can't be at peace anyway.
I really want to grasp the years that have ended, but I find that my fingers are too wide, and I can save a lot.
In fact, there are a lot of things we want, but the days force us to cut through the complicated and simplify.
The more people you know, the more you realize that a person is the triumph of life.
I'd rather spend time with cats and dogs, flowers and plants, than in the crowd.
Many people make me feel speechless, and of course, I am also a speechless person in the eyes of others!
Believe in cause and effect, so try to release the greatest kindness.
knows that people's hearts are never clean, so they are mean to keep the bottom line.
The more people who offend, the more correct the path must be taken, otherwise sooner or later, the wall will fall down and everyone will push it.
Don't worry too much, don't ask too much, leave yourself some room to make mistakes.
The corners of his eyes are crawling with vines, which are the traces of the passage of time, and they are also the medals of life that have ended here.
It is sad to grow old, but I have also figured out how to live from experience and lessons.
Happiness is all given to oneself.
Don't be a good teacher, focus on improving yourself. Be nosy and focus on the days in front of you.
Hongchen is emaciated, and the years are sluggish.
The rest of my life is getting thinner and thinner, and every page has a meaning to be cherished.
I have seen the prosperity and returned to the rustic.
I would rather be entertained by time, boiling wine and tea in the small courtyard, and meaninglessly brewing poetry.
I don't want to be infected by the taste of the world, and I am physically and mentally exhausted by obsession.
At this age, it is understood that nothing can be forced.
If there is fate, they will be hospitable. If you don't have a chance, you will let go with a smile!