Talk and laugh at your fingertips.
Time, like water generally travels, spring is gone, summer is coming, summer is retreating, autumn is following, autumn is over, winter is over, the pace of the four seasons is alternate, layer upon layer, merciless. In this busy world, people are boiling, some people are crying, some people are laughing, some people are celebrating each other, and some people are crying in despair.
In this world, perhaps, there are people who live as plain as water; Some people live with passion; Some people's fate is like a small boat with no refuge; There are people who live happily every day. Every day of life, people are like acting, in this dojo of life, the joys and sorrows of their lives are constantly interpreted.
When a person is born, it is as if he has stepped onto a stage where he can interpret a story. When the curtain opens, people will appear, and the drama of life will begin to be interpreted, and when you enter the play, life will begin to have a story. Whether it is heaven, earth or hell, a background, a narration, a line, a fall, a beat, a thought, a word, it speaks of the impermanence of the world, and sings about the transient changes in life.
Many times we have to hide our true selves, but hiding our true selves does not mean that we have to be others and forget ourselves. Because life is always your own, you are always living in your own fireworks. Sighing at the morning and twilight, quietly crossing the years, picking up the passing time, savoring the aftertaste, in the mottled time along the way, the colorful and beautiful that had been performed are now all peeled into an empty shell by the time bomb, sprinkled all over the ground.
Many times we will feel that the world is clear, how do we know that in an instant, a catkins rise and fall, come and go, and we don't know where to go**? Life, is also just like the catkins in the years, obviously dancing lightly in the eyes, spinning, beautiful, gorgeous, once stretched out his hand, but the catkins are missing across the fingertips, leaving behind is the regret of the wind, and the clouds and water over the years, the vicissitudes of life, the world is smoky.
The years are mild, passing like smoke, the wisps are light, and the dusty word box is opened, and what is stored inside is not a little talk, floating words, only a silent stay and peace after middle age. Counting the bits and pieces that were already covered with dust, looking at the figure that was gradually moving away in the vastness, there was a touch of warmth in the yellowed memory.
For the rest of my life, I just want to find a secluded place and bring those complicated personnel and messy relationships out of my life. Invite the breeze and the bright moon, confidant and family, in a corner of time, boil tea and brew wine, watch the clouds roll up, watch the snow and light rain, and then book into a book of memories. In life, forget all your troubles, face life with an optimistic attitude, and treat others with a broad mind. Don't care, don't complain, live every day happily, and try to live as you like.
There are bitter and sweet on the road of life, and there are difficulties and easy. Whether the days are bitter or sweet, it is the normal state of life, and you should hold a normal heart. Life is in a hurry for decades, live happily, live clearly, let your life have fewer regrets, grasp the moment, and strive to do your best, such a choice is the smartest.
Six reincarnations, the world must be in a moment. This time, I don't live for anyone, I just try my best to make myself happy. Live for yourself, be kind to yourself, we are all dust in the red dust, relying on a happy mood, in this busy world, to be a person who can take care of yourself, but also to be a kind person, to be a generous and open-minded person, to be a person with a bottom line, not to be a good person in other people's mouths, only to be yourself in your own heart, only in this way, our faces can smile brightly, and life can be happy.