For a thing, a person, and a life, the beauty after liberation is unattainable. We often hold on to everything we can, so we are full all day long, live in a hurry, and our moods are good and bad.

Bad, I don’t feel relaxed and happy every day.

Even if the scenery is picturesque, it is difficult to find the feeling of standing in the painting without a relieved heart.

The two words "years", some lingering, some quiet, are filled with all my joys and sorrows. Those touching fragrances often remind me of my easily moved self back then.

Every day, I happily meet, meet a better me, meet a better you. My heart is a city, with fallen leaves, clusters of flowers, and bits and pieces of those years. The smiles of chance encounters guide the way.

The warmth is the flowers blooming in nature, rooted in the heart.

My heart is like a lotus flower. I painted the first impression. The moment I met, I saw the mercy of the years. On a secluded road, not all smiles can be exchanged for respect and hugs. Those memories that belong to me, whether happy or

I cherish all sadness and don’t want to forget it.

Time is a beautiful flower. If I can maintain joy and peace in my heart, even if my heart is tired, there is still a smile in the corner of my eyes, that is the most beautiful makeup that time has given me.

I always believe that time has memories, and I will record the affection of this journey, such as the encounter with flowers that year, and your bright eyes, which decorate my pure memory. I always feel that the years will always reincarnate, and we will eventually meet again on the long road.

.If we can meet again at the next intersection, can you and I still laugh and reminisce?

Some memories don’t need to be hidden, they are just there. Have you ever been suddenly touched by a song or a piece of text, which made your heart soften instantly? Have you ever stood on a street corner and seen a sea of ​​people passing by, and your heart melted

Extremely lonely? Perhaps, everyone has a story in their heart, and every parting is separated by a past event. The lights here are dim, and the thoughts and unreads are all deep feelings.

The clear words written in the chapter will be immortal even in the season of lotus blooming, and the original intention will not be forgotten. The dream written in the youthful years! Just like the white moonlight in front of the window, the lingering nostalgia, if you look back gently, you can get a glimpse of its beauty.

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I always like to look into the distance under the sun, longing for the gorgeous colors, as if I am holding the years and the passing years in my hands.

Those beautiful scenery, such as the white moonlight in front of the window, no matter how time changes, they will always remain in our hearts, just like the poems we once loved many years ago, on the hillside full of gardenias, with a certain

Personally, you can understand. As time goes by, folding words into poems, selecting words to recite, is like reading an old book with broken threads.

Those passing scenery will always be remembered in life. If life is just like the first time, if you know how to cherish and cherish fate, will there be less melancholy of missing you? When I was young, I thought that the future road would be full of flowers, until one day

One day, deep affection and shallow affection turned into calm compassion, and only that sentence remained. The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but hiding from the rain together.

I long for the years to become a poem, the rhythm of the poem, the raindrops strung under the eaves, and the ivy that nourishes life in every quiet dusk. Not everyone is related to you, we only need to remember the warmth of those who pass by.

If the years are a song, it is sung in a low voice, with a long lingering sound, and every note is a swan song, without copying; if the years are a poem, it has thousands of rhymes, and every word comes from the depths of the soul. Dialogue;

If time is a painting, with just the right light and dark, and careful white space, every description is a deep affection for life.

Time is very long, and it records the mountains and rivers of this journey. Once upon a time, we all stubbornly sketched the outline of our lives, and then walked on it unscrupulously. No matter the ups and downs, we never sighed. Suddenly one day, I

I found that I had been watching, but I had achieved the deepest loneliness in my heart. In fact, time has never treated us badly, but sometimes, we use our land as a cage to imprison us with our hearts.

In life, don't let your mind be cluttered at any time. If you don't want to be burdened, you must learn to make all the complexity simpler. If you don't want to be entangled, you can see all the noise clearly in your face.

Write indifference on it. On it, put happiness between the eyebrows, so that the simple and peaceful years will be filled with the fragrance of water and poetic green onions.

A friend once said: "Time does not let others go, and I never let time go. When we are young, we enjoy the hardships to the fullest."

We are always unhappy because we want so much that there is not much room for happiness. Learn to open your hands and try to let go, and you will find that the world is not just the little things we hold in our hands, and everything is beautiful.

There are too many things to care about in life. I care about what others think of me. I am still in my prime, but I am worried about my old life. Even the few white hairs on my head are afraid of being seen by others.

If you care too much about your feelings, you always feel that life is not good for you. If you can relax and wait, then you can accept the ups and downs of life with a smile.

Purify your mind of material desires and distracting thoughts, and a pure lotus blooms. Liberation is the feeling of inner peace and happiness after doubts, objections, etc. disappear.

The same is true for loving someone. Love deeply, but find that the result is not what you imagined. So, I am not reconciled. I can't let go of the small favors in the past. I fell into pain and thought about it. In the end, I missed myself.

time, which affected my work and lost my peaceful life.

Simply put, let go. You will find that the person you love is not that good. When I meet someone better, I will look back on my past self and even feel disgusted with myself. In fact, there is nothing that cannot be let go.

Time flies, and when you look back on the past, you will find that what you thought you couldn't let go of is just a springboard for your life to grow.

Liberation is how easy it is to let go after relief. Relief is the epiphany after seeing everything in the world. Liberation is when you gradually grow into what you like after going through ups and downs. Liberation is a power that dispels despair and sadness. Liberation is a kind of letting go.

Our calm state of mind.

The young monk asked the old monk: "Master, why do people suffer?" The master found a water cup and put a spoonful of salt in it for the young monk to drink. The young monk said it was salty and bitter. The master took the young monk to the lake.

Next, put a spoonful of salt in it and let the little monk taste the water. The little monk said it had no taste.

Master said: "When your heart is small, you will feel overwhelmed by a little pain. When your heart is big, you will understand that nothing is worth suffering for yourself.

Open-mindedness after liberation is the realm of life.

The beauty of life, like flowers on blue and white porcelain, lasts forever; although middle-aged people are happy and quiet, they love civilians and cotton clothes. Some things are no longer so persistent, but their love for life. It has never been deleted;

The sun is gray, the green mountains remain unchanged, but the temples are pale.

Time is an endless journey, and life has endless scenery. Along the way, setbacks will always pass; there may be tears, but they will also be put away. No matter how the wind and rain pass, the moss on the rocks is still deep and green.

, the tiny flowers on the roadside are still swaying in the breeze, blooming for no one, falling for no one. The baptism of time will eventually precipitate the true beauty, we have been waiting and expecting, and never stop.

See the world with a pair of clear eyes and cherish the wind and moon with a clean heart. You will find that Xiaokou Chaifei is also poetic. When you touch the desolation, there will be sunshine. A lamp is also warm. Where the years pass by

, there is always happiness growing.

If life is a book, I hope it has rich plots, rich text, picturesque scenery, beautiful flowers blooming for a season, clear mountains and rivers, and beautiful autumn leaves. Although the freehand brushwork is rich, it is simple and simple, and mountains are mountains and rivers are water.

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There should also be poetry between the lines. The plain charm does not need to be gorgeous, but you must know how to leave blank space. The brushwork has the lingering wind, flowers and snow, free and easy elegance. There is a silver bowl to hold the snow, and the flowers are ordinary. Just like this, when I am old

, sitting under the light of dusk, facing the wind, reading softly, my life is not in vain, I live it seriously.

I look at the flowers, hiding a sense of peace in my heart, and savor the tranquility of the years.
Chapter completed!