On the road of life, we are all running. We are always chasing some people. If we fall behind, we will be bullied. We are always being surpassed by some people. The secret of life is to find the speed that suits you best and not be overwhelmed by disease.

Life is wasted because of slowness. The joy of life is to walk your own path and see your own scenery! Life is short, why bother for thousands of years, love others, love yourself, love life, life will be bumpy! Life is a long journey

In the confrontation, some people had the last laugh, and some people won! Destiny will not favor anyone, it just depends on how long you can chase and how long you can persist!

Take a walk and look at the pond. Swallows are flying in. Look at the half-acre square pond. It rains heavily. Open the rain curtain and the classical atmosphere is filled. There is no need for the leisure and comfort of shady benches. I refuse the bustling and bustling of birds and flowers, only the continuous rain.

, can nourish the hungry heart. Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, get rid of the word "tired", walk into your own Sanwei Bookstore, and let your tired and worldly eyes rest between the lines of ancient poems.

So there are tears in the blue sky, bit by bit, and wet plantains; there is nostalgia, clouds and mist, and cages on the street; there is the rhythm of silk and bamboo, ticking, dripping on the post road; then there are willows, streams, and frogs

There is a humming inn; there is rain, wind, night rain in Bashan, and candles in the west window; there are water villages, mountains, flowers, sky streets, Huangdu, wild roads, dark clouds, and river boats with open fire; there are spring tears

There are peonies, there are roses lying on the branches, there are carps on the beach at night, and there are painted boats tied with weeping poplar trees; there are chanting at night, and there are also people asking for directions during the Qingming Festival; lay people are prone to sigh, green and fat, red and thin, the leader of the city village

Appreciating lotus beads; boating and fishing without coming back, wearing light and heavy makeup like the West Lake; representing talented people, flying like swallows in the wet atmosphere...

Then I remembered the beauty of watching the "Colorful Tower Flying over the Nanpu Clouds, Bead Curtains Rolling over the Western Mountains, and the Rain at Dusk" at Tengwang Pavilion. Su Shi was drunk at Wanghu Tower, listening to the melody of "Dark clouds cover the mountains with ink, white rain jumping into the boat", and appreciating "Thundering Ten Thousand Peaks Falling"

, "Rain Falls on Ten Thousand Peaks" on the mountain road...

"Oh, I read ancient poetry on a rainy day, and I felt refreshed and in a trance;"

I read it lightly; I read it very seriously; I read it with joy and sadness; I read ancient poems on rainy days, and read myself into a poem in the rain, floating on the outskirts and plains where "the grass is far away",

Lazy...

Who do I think?

"The figure of the swallow crouched in front of me, writing these rhythms with my heart, describing the distant scenery."

The warm summer sun shines on the windowsill in the afternoon, and the lazy swallows become sleepy and weak when alone. The weeping willows by the river are already green, and the flowers in the fields are blooming one by one. Bees and

Butterflies are like tourists, focusing their attention on the delicate petals. Birds are flying around on the branches, and the grass is stubbornly showing fresh green under people's feet. They say that spring is infinitely good, but you are lazy on the balcony

, can't bear to take a walk in spring. You believe that the spring outside is as beautiful as poetry and painting, but you are just afraid that without his presence, the colors of spring will fall into your palm like petals, and you will feel lonely.

The wind in early summer is so refreshing, and the blooming roses are swaying in the wind, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The shades of red are always so passionate and strong, not hiding the love for the sun and wind and rain. You want to pick the reddest ones and give them to

People from far away, tell them that your lady is as strong as this flower. But you are reluctant to take it off and embarrassed to express it. Smile at the flowers, hoping they know your thoughts.

What I fear most is that hot summer, when the sun tans people's thoughts. The long days are even hotter, and no matter how much shade there is, they can't hide their thirst. The distance is farther, the scorching road extends to the scorching distance, and there are few people.

Where can I go back? My thoughts are burned out in the season of fire. On hot summer nights, I will occasionally have short dreams that wet the morning dew. I listen to the cicadas and watch the thunderstorm. There is no one to accompany me, so I just silently recite my name in the distance.

If you are not careful, the fallen leaves will bring autumn. In autumn, the mountains and forests are filled with sunlight, the birds returning to the forest are perching, and the lonely time is gone. The colorful fruits are full of joy, and I believe that there is also a brilliant golden autumn in the distance. The maple leaves in the mountains are burning with the hottest passion.

Red, guarding their passion in the quiet mountains and forests. Every season of the year, no matter the year, month, day, return date. If there is love, there will be clear water and eternal life, no need to ask. You turned the acacia into wine

, fermented deep in the cellar.

In snowy winter, swallows hide under the snow. There is no need to wait for the spring breeze to wake up. Do not touch the past like a dream. Just melt in the warmth of the sun, slowly flow into the depths of the earth, and become the secret of life, no need to decipher. Cong Cong Cong.

The sound of gurgling water is like a joyful song, rushing towards the happiness of tomorrow.
Chapter completed!