Morning wind and mist, wake up in life
Original text: Tugna Ritu Network (invaded and deleted).
At the end of the year, the winter fog rises, and romance surges.
Everywhere there was a thick fog that covered everything, and there was a chill in the air. In the steaming mist, a glimpse of it. Seeing the flowers in the fog, beautiful and hazy, just like the poet's emotions.
The smudged fog is sometimes thick and sometimes light. Everything is hidden, revealing only a faint outline, flickering and blurring in the churning mist.
A cold breeze swept by, peeling back the layers of mist, and the city came into view like a Danqing ink painting. It's not smooth!
Pedestrians and vehicles are immersed in the misty fog and weave through the corners of the city. Such prosperity and vitality make the journey easy and tug at the heartstrings of dreams.
At this point, it is impossible to tell whether it is fog or light rain that is coming. But all seem to remind us to love our uncertain lives with the utmost equanimity.
More often than not, life is like this, with mixed truths and falsehoods. Maybe at some point, because Changyi is full of hope in life, he will also become depressed because of frustration.
But we all understand that time makes deep things go into the bones, and let shallow things leave no trace.
The calendar is thin, the years are thick, life is also wandering unhurriedly, and the process of life is either ordinary or complicated, idle or busy.
When people reach middle age, everything is settled, but it reveals a certain sadness. No more, no less, just fill in the depths of your heart.
I often miss the group of playmates in my childhood, the wanton and hard work of adolescence, and the "warm and firm, sincere and brave" past.
Nowadays, when life is crumpled and placed in the crevices of the glimmer, what gathers is fireworks, and what spreads out is the world.
The long road of life is a bit crowded. It seems that most people are used to being busy, but rarely have time to relax. As if one is not careful, it will be drowned. In fact, only when you are busy and leisurely can you have a self-consistent life.
Only when all things have the law can life have hope.
As Liang Shiqiu said: "Idle, you must be idle, busy, you must be busy and valuable, so that you can be like a person." ”
Collapse during the day, ** at night, has become the norm for people. When night falls, a book, a cup of coffee, and a soft **, the hustle and bustle of the city quiets down. At this moment, I just want to connect with another self and enjoy a moment of joy alone in the dark night.
Just as "there is moonlight when the sun goes down, and there is a rising sun when the moonlight falls", the cycle repeats, life is the starting point and the end point in the world.
We don't have to worry about others having it before you do. Turn joy into the companionship of every day and night, clear the clouds for you, and allow you to see the scenery in the clouds.
You just have the ability to love, arrive at the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and put every frame of starlight into a bag full of dreams.
May we all aim at the moon, and even if we are lost, it will fall on the bright stars.