Always wanting to arrive, just like those roads that cross mountains and rivers. Just to find the way home.

Picking up a piece of fallen cinnamon leaves in the morning breeze, respecting life and loving life. A breeze, a touch of sunshine, a body of wind, rain, snow, frost, are all the books I have read. Every journey has a loss, a journey.

Gain something. Don’t over-whitewash sadness, nor over-exaggerate happiness. Maintain a calm and calm attitude, neither sad nor happy, like the coolness and beauty of this golden autumn. Regardless of the hustle and bustle of the world, plant bodhicitta in your heart and persist in it.

Zen mind, facing the unknown pain and joy with a normal mind.

Speaking of autumn scenery, you will definitely think of the moon. The flowers of the full moon float from the west. When everything returns to its original color, the bright moonlight quietly sneaks into the soul and illuminates a quiet place on the autumn night. Since ancient times, the bright moon has been

The darling of autumn. On a refreshing autumn night, it is very pleasant to sit alone in the yard, embrace the white moonlight, and listen to the melodious chirping of insects. Let your heart be immersed in the quiet and profound moonlight.

If you want a pair of powerful wings, you can fly to the Guanghan Palace on the moon and see if the leaves of the big tree have turned yellow. The autumn on the moon must be beautiful. I am a person who likes fantasy, but I also

Know that life is always full of challenges, and all good things are for those who are prepared. When we strive for our dreams, we may suffer a little and be a little tired, but when we are down and out, sit down and watch the clouds rise.

Our dreams will eventually come. The delicate moonlight allows me to clearly recognize my position, allowing me to settle down, enrich myself, not be impatient, and live until I learn.

The autumn moon is the eternal scenery in the night. The most beautiful scenery in life is always on the road. Whether it is withering or blooming, it has its own beauty. Suddenly looking back, we are not the scenery in the eyes of others. All efforts in life are for the better.

Life is all about meeting a better self. Borrow a handful of charming moonlight, pour yourself a glass of kindness like water, find half an acre of flower fields among plain poems, plant wind and moon, cut out a wisp of poetry, and the autumn colors are like the blue sky

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How many springs, summers, autumns and winters I have gone through are enough to soothe me how many times I have been reincarnated. When I listen to the west wind and open the curtains, I can see the afterimage of life outside the window. When I think of life, I have forgotten the time. I cannot forget it. It is the voice of life left in the years that brings it.

The smoke and clouds of history dissipate in the long river of time. Although time passes by my face, it cannot transform my soul and teach me the piety of praying wholeheartedly and melting into the beauty of mountains and rivers.

Life is always out of place. The joys and sorrows of life and death cannot be perfect in this life. Why can't this life be perfect? ​​I didn't wait for the grand invitation to show off my clothes, so I quietly returned to my hometown and mourned silently. Review the beauty of life, modify the measure of words, and delete them.

Superfluous words are for fear that life will be reckless and gentle, for fear of blasphemy. It is difficult for a pure heart to dress up a delicate life in a blank life, and it is also difficult for pure love. Writing about life must be shocking.

The words of mountains and rivers; to describe life, life must have a clever painting technique. It is not only the wind and rain of life, but also the wind and rain of my life, copying the traces of vicissitudes, which is more like life, showing my hard work and loneliness.

The world lives up to life. The ink marks of ingenuity reflect the shadow of life in the ocean of time, and then flow into the hearts of everyone who looks up to life. In the cold words, life is engraved fieryly in the golden memory, shining forever.

, illuminate every footprint that comes here. As long as the world remains, life will never grow old. Those who put youth between their eyebrows and set sail will eventually return, burning a lifetime of embarrassment and panic with life!

The stopped second hand thought that fate could be reversed. The flowing panic, the sail unable to grasp a leaf, tossed and turned in the turbulent tide, praying that it could hold on to the next stop and reach the shore safely... The scattered wreckage finally

After waiting for the news of safety, after a difficult and dangerous encounter, I finally saw that safe face. In the end, God favored me even more, but at this time, I had nothing to say to explain this difficult and dangerous process. Thank you for this unexpected and unexpected

Safe results.

Life does not move. As time goes by, heaven and earth rush by, and the beauty in the painting is silent. For whom the heart is moved, for whom the love is surging. As for the questioning of time, life is silent. In life, we must also understand the suffering in the world.

In the face of hardships, begging, and crying, life always smiles and blesses. Who says that life cannot cry, that is when no one is around; who says that life can only laugh, that is the innocence that only children can have; who says that life cannot speak, it is

The bustling world and the noisy sounds are so noisy that the sounds of life are drowned...

I use my time to fight against life, so do we have time to be together? Can life feel my heart, what kind of feeling is it, continue to run for the world. I know that I cannot have this beauty. This beauty

It only belongs to life. It is about my thoughts and thoughts, just like the scenery outside the window. Frame life in the picture frame. Even if the soul of life has flown away, I still think that life is still there. In that picture frame, life can lie to me.

to the end of life.

Whenever night falls, you can see the corners of your eyes twinkling in the dizziness of the lights, like the stars in the sky, knowing the secrets in your heart and revealing them to me privately. I will not laugh at you, rest assured, I am too.

I am a person who is often laughed at in this world. Even though I have always adhered to the rigor and duty of being a human being, I still cannot win everyone's love by playing multi-faceted roles! But I am not discouraged. In this way, my life has been filled with hard work.

The world is carved and cannot please everyone, not to mention that I am just naturally self-sufficient!

Time flies so fast, and there is no time to embrace the spring sun. I turn around inadvertently, and it is another hearty autumn. Looking back on the past, waving goodbye to the dark green figure of summer that is fading away, there is a kind of involuntary giving up in my heart.

If you want to keep life, you can't keep it. Some things you miss will last a lifetime.

Time is quicksand on the fingertips. Only when it flows over the head of life, will this short time of life stop flowing and freeze everything in this life. There are no ifs and afterlifes in life, so I have to learn to relax. When

The past is like smoke. All we can do in life is travel lightly, appreciate the autumn of this season, read about autumn, and feel the autumn sky.

If a person's life is compared to spring, summer, autumn and winter in a year, then people of my age are autumn. In the autumn of my age, I encounter the golden autumn of the four seasons, and there is a feeling of maturity and vicissitudes everywhere. This autumn

One's thoughts and dreams can be realized. The reluctance to look back, the nostalgia in the smile, the helplessness in hesitation and stopping, and the deep affection in the silence are all left in the quiet late autumn. The charm brought by late autumn is like a person arriving

In middle age, I have experienced ups and downs, and when I reach the realm of honor and disgrace, I am like a drop of morning dew or a fallen leaf.

Although the vicissitudes of time have changed his appearance, his heart has calmed down. Time has tempered his will, but it has also enriched his legacy. He has also learned to look down on the glitz of the world. He no longer has the childishness of his youth.

And recklessness, what is left is more prudent and mature. He will not think too much about gains and losses, but will face the front more, leaving a solid weight.

Autumn comes from the rhythm of the seasons and brings me into a poetic time. The sun is so gentle, the air is still so refreshing, the same flowers are full of the moon, the same sky-blue water is beautiful, but there is more time on my face. The past

Traces. The seasonal colors outside the window are still so bright, with bunches of bright yellow showing through the dark green, and the fluffy little yellow osmanthus flowers are not eye-catching, but they dedicate the strongest fragrance to the autumn that loves life deeply, and to the people who like themselves. ​, for the world

Present a feast of fragrance.

The four seasons change from shallow to deep, and life changes from light to heavy. Looking back on the path I have walked under the corridors of time, I feel the joy of flowers and the melancholy of flowers. I can feel the temperature of the season and the warmth of human feelings. I am holding a book and

Sitting in front of the window with a cup of tea, my eyes are full of poetry, and my fingertips seem to be blooming. Dip the tip of the pen with thick cinnamon, string the pure beauty in my heart into a rosary, and write it on the stationery of the years, engraved with the meaning of time.

Seals and chanting of poetry.

Sit quietly with time, enjoy the scenery as you wish, the scenery stays in the tea at this time, with a little desire to appreciate the world, the world also stays in my heart. The tea I am talking about is actually a cup of warm boiled water. I am very

I don’t make much tea, and I don’t know much about China’s long tea culture. It’s not that I don’t know how to enjoy life, or that I’m ignorant, but I like the light and refreshing taste of boiled water, just like the clear and high sky in this golden autumn, the taste of simple days

Very good. In this life, from morning to night, from the sparkling love to the blooming hair, time will realize everything, and time will always give us what we want.

The beauty of life lies in the undying hope in our hearts. When we are tired, we will stop and recall the past scenery, review the road we have traveled, and review the past years. In some understatement of the past, maybe we can always have a clear understanding of the past.

The feeling is warm, and I can always realize that the beauty of life does not lie in how bright it is, but in whether we have found our true self and whether there is something that can activate the soul of life.

In the early morning of the golden autumn in October, a yellow leaf danced in the breeze, and the coolness made the morning dew turn slightly white. The palm-sized sycamore leaves slowly floated in the air full of rich cinnamon. From sprouting on the branch to returning to its roots, it calmly completed this big task.

The process of contrast lies quietly on the ground, and then turns into a grain of mud in the wind, frost, rain and dew. Germination is the beginning of life, and falling leaves is for the continuation of life. Life can be said to be a journey, one mountain after another, even if
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