If the mind is still like water, you can be neither sad nor disgruntled. You can't sleep because of a person's sad heart. You can't sleep at night. You can't send your lungs because of a person's smiling heart. If the mind is still like water, you can not hate it or hate it. You cannot hurt one's provocations and get angry and hurt your own wounds. You do not feel sorry for one's misunderstanding and pity. If you feel like water, you can not be ignorant or obsessed; you cannot be frightened by one's voice
"All life is fate," and it makes sense to see this sentence. One of my friends said: "I just want to live well. I can't wait till it's over. I can't finish it sooner or later." After reading it, I can't help laughing and I also feel that many things in life are really not easy to explain! You say that materialism or idealism is worth mentioning. Anyway, some people can't tell! Just like "researching" Buddhism, Daoism, Confucianism in my spare time
The wind of the homeland gently touched the branches, and the osmanthus scattered strewn across the land. The osmanthus fragrance wafted over every corner of the village and lingered over the tiled houses. The roar of chickens broke the quiet morning of the hometown. The village was covered with a layer of fog. There was a kind of embarrassing beauty. The black chimney plunged into halos and the smell of smoke filled the mountains and rivers in the hometown. I didn't know which one was good. Woman breaking in dawn
Life, into the two words of your life, one by one, across your time or a long time. Perhaps you have not paid attention to the path it has taken and have not paid attention to the footprints it left on the years of land; because you have been looking up at the sky of your dreams and neglected the aromas you have left behind in the soil of life. When you walk through the ardent land of life and lose your direction when you come, in fact, life is long gone.
Years have always slipped inadvertently. Many of the time do not know where to use, many people are sighing where to go, did not know that time slipped in his fingers. When I was young, I thought that there was a lot of time. A lot of people were wasting time on this and knowing that the time would be gone, but still watching it slip away, even if the time is no matter how
In the past century, I had been able to cross the ship and I had been sleeping for thousands of years. Between husband and wife should understand, trust, respect and tolerance. More than one patience less violent; more than one care and less reproach; more than a little less respect; more than a little less tolerant. The home is a harbour of feelings. The home is the cradle of growth. The home is the habitat of the soul. The home is the place where one can best indulge. The home is the joy of the spirit.
Does anyone have the same desire as me? I don’t know who to say; if there is anyone like me, I’m more courageous if I want to avoid it; if there’s anyone like me, when I’m faced with a choice There are phobias; there is nobody like me who is prone to suffer or lose in any one thing. Watching everybody's face gingerly, wanting to live quietly in the corner, but discovering that it was
Everyone’s life cannot be accomplished with everything and everything goes smoothly. As long as one is grateful and has a wide heart, one can look down on everything. After experiencing it, you will understand it. Once you experience it, you will grow up and experience it. It also improves. My heart is small. All my trifles are big and my heart is big. All the big events are small and difficult. I look at my adversity and my admiration.
The fleeting year is a song without words. Those who care about their hearts, those feelings of grace, and rivers of time, are engraved with the traces of the years we have gone through, and they have a fragrant scent in the aftertaste. Life is another way. ——The inscription  met with the sunshine of early spring, with fragrance, bright and clear interpretation. For a long time, I didn’t stop writing and writing.
The seasons are twirling, sways the warmth of the depths of the years, and sips a warm autumn day, warming the time. Pick up the laughter of a year, and on a bland day, keep quiet inside. Those feelings that fall with the autumn leaves are the most beautiful poems of this season. — The inscription once fell down and knew the autumn, lightly leaned on the corner of the season, listening to a cloud of Zen, shut the door temporarily, looking for a quiet place in the deep red, unloading
The ocean that picks up the happy life may be blue and clear. It may be calm as time goes by; it is a long absence from peace, happiness is wandering around… —— Inscriptions are collected with a grateful attitude – to reap happiness. Grass is grateful for the sunshine and rain, and when it grows old, it sprouts new green. The tree feels grateful for the fierce sun and grows upright from childhood;
The time is light, and the years are gloomy. With a touch of emotion in the fleeting years, the warmth and touch that are engraved in the rhythm of life are the traces of happiness that life has left us. – Inscription lonely autumn, with a warm gesture, caressing the face of the season, the bright autumn sun, with the fine crushing and mottled time, warm and cool season. Lightly lean on the threshold of time, look out of the window
In Yu You’s case, the most intimate of the human world will always be the hometown sound of the hometown, the hometown of the attachment that is always the hometown, and the warmest home will always be the swaying light of the home, the most unforgettable one. It is always his mother standing at the entrance of the village. – Inscription time, like water flowing past, the footsteps of the new year with all the way to the wind and dust. Blowing in the north wind, year
Wen/Ye is gradually tired and lazy after singing and dancing on the stage of the heart. It is like performing a drama. Many of the figures under the stage were diffused, and finally left empty. A mood called helplessness wrapped up in time. There is no star and moon outside the window. The night is very long. A cup of unsweetened bitter coffee has just been washed out. The light smoke rises, and the thoughts are seen.
The dead leaves make people think, and the snow meets spring. After a few degrees of autumn, it is always in this winter. Now, when you turn around, it will spring up. If you see me now, you must not think I was a weak escaper. Go in a story that is not ending and travel through a strange city. Think again, I don’t know what kind of power I’m going to give back to sunny.
Life is a boat that passes through naive childhood and enters the harbor of youth. What is youth? Youth is a cup of tea, and the regular product is not greasy. Youth is a book that does not tire of reading 100 times. Youth is a river, running more than it is; youth is a song that never fails. Youth is Wei Zi Yao Huang, Li Qingqing's speech is difficult to describe its beauty; youth, is the harmony of beads, it is difficult to depict the precious flowers.
【1】 In the winter afternoon, alone in the warm sun, the breeze blew over the long hair that fell on his shoulders and gently swayed. Once I remembered the deceased loved ones, my tears were always gloomy and my heart was in my heart. Today, I have deeply understood the meaning of the phrase "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not there, and the child wants to keep it and never kiss it." Finally, I understand that the pro-people’s
Wen/Ye is born in this world and appreciates this life and heart. It will inevitably stir and give birth to many emotions. Many times our hearts will feel exhausted and confused because of the disappointments and pains of their feelings and life. Don't even know where to go. I think, I'm not a very lucky woman, nor is it a very happy woman. These many years of pressure and lots of
Beautiful soul in the dark, quiet people. Like unbridled and leisurely mind, leisure, peace, with a little humor and a touch of sentimentality, such a state is a touch of deep feelings in the heart. We often go through a thrilling fight and will rest in the depths of our hearts. After a brilliant pursuit, we will ponder in the depths of the soul. After an arduous exercise, we will be tenacious in the depths of our hearts.
There are many things that cannot be said when people are alive. Sometimes we go too far and often forget the original road; sometimes looking too clear, often do not see things; sometimes too much thought, often lose self. Life is like a mirror. If you have a heart, you have it. If you have no heart, then you will be quiet. If you have a hollow heart, you will realize it. Learn to smile, learn to face, learn to let go, let everything follow, feel free, and follow. Read one person, you