The mood of joy, the good times of happiness, need a yard to take in. I planted the spring wind in the sunshine and leaned on the petals of the petals.
The building of a half-threshold courtyard is accompanied by wooden fences, pavilions and trees, stone tables and stone benches, Qingquan tea for life, and long-awaited views, etc. Flowers bloom slowly, slowly and quietly. To build a small life house, simply paved the way, the house is filled with a pot of moon, bamboo chair slowly shakes time, the desk reads a line of poetry, the story is ambiguous, Yangliu Yiyi window, scattered a paper tree This is my small yard.
The time is woven with rain, and the years are quilted with flowers. In the small courtyard, I plant the sun just right, plant the memories of the situation, plant the rain and snow, plant the flowers of the heart, the small courtyard of life, the four seasons are like spring, Yi Hong fast green. With. Just yesterday, you today, today, I meet in a seated place, sighing and lingering, ten spring breeze, carrying Weiyang song, all the way to chase dreams in the water, walking in the hometown of the clouds, into the heart of the station, stay in this small courtyard .
As Sanmao said, "Heart, if there is no place to inhabit, is everywhere wandering…" To the soul, build a small yard, you can dock to rest, hold the joys and sorrows of this life, back to the side of pure land, clear water There is a yard to carry joy and sorrow, joy, or sadness. There is a tree under the shade, back to back, and it is a kind of safe happiness!
People have joys and sorrows and joys and sorrows. There is a gap between the moon and the moon. Knowing and knowing oneself is a necessary process. It is a must for storms to mature. It is believed that the four seasons have their own merits and demerits, and their various postures are all unique, benefiting and smiling. Fate will not be favored by whom, neither haughty nor humble, cherish the present, grasp the present, the edge to greet the heart, the edge to go with the wind, do not waste this, is the real life!
In one of the hospitals where life was planted, the flame of hope was planted, and the eyes of a pair of souls were used to transmit the frosty coldness of the flower, the warm flower blossoming and the falling flowers and lanterns. The relief came from a window and a window. Let the string of tension be in the darkness of the sun and the moon. After the declining depression, it is still possible to find a way to return.
Lang Lang gave life as a spring, and it could dispel the haze of the top of the clouds, set the clouds to see the sun, and rejoice in the light of dawn. There are no undefeated heroes, no eternal winners, impermanence in life, black and white pawns, no regrets, no fear of failure, no fear of cold wind and cold rain, stretching of the tension, release of the width of freedom, self-inflation, and freedom Sweet, it's good.
To build a small courtyard of life, carrying good things, but also gather bitterness, doping with all kinds of colors, regardless of the number of more or less, confluence together, ink dyeing, to achieve a unique style of painting, this is life!
After walking through the winter, he learned the spring and all the laws of nature exist. When the razor blade was sheathed, there was a small courtyard with a heart, a window full of sunshine, leaving behind the heart. So regardless of everything, we can all move forward and backward with ease.
There is a life small hospital to accompany it all the time, talking about troubles and harassment, recalling the product carefully and freely, still smiling, not regretting, failing to speak a word of failure, and reassuring, my heart is sunny, and it is very contentment!