Keep an indifferent heart and have an indifferent beauty.

Indifference is a kind of beauty, a kind of mentality, a kind of self-restraint and a kind of realm.

Indifference is a quiet and far-reaching look across Qian Shan.

Indifference is a steady walk between the wind and the clouds.

Indifference is Xu Lai's cheerful demeanor.

Indifference is a gentle and sincere feeling, which moistens things silently.

Indifference is a street lamp waiting for you in the quiet night, bright, kind and unknown.

Indifference is a lonely tree, which makes the seasons alternate at will.

There have been lush, withered and charming.

Anytime and anywhere is a touch of scenery.

Indifference is a quiet stream, flowing slowly, clear, beautiful and calm.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

Simple food, no honor or disgrace, plain and carefree life.

Indifference is a quiet night, like a courtyard in the moonlight.

Soak a bay of fresh water and make a pot of weak tea.

Sit quietly and taste slowly, taste life and taste mood.

Taste the bitterness, but also taste the faint fragrance.

Indifferent is a simple, diligent, frank and calm woman.

Woven with kindness, tenderness and wisdom, the light color of life is natural.

Stay away from vulgarity and meanness, from impetuous utilitarianism, from tolerance and openness, from love and hate.

Laugh at the gains and losses of grievances and leave vicissitudes in the deepest heart.

Let the deep pain precipitate into peace and enrich the connotation of life.

Restore a happy and peaceful living atmosphere.

Indifference means having money, not putting on airs, and not saying success or failure.

An upright gentleman who does not deviate from setbacks.

No worries, no joys and sorrows, natural, calm and brave.

Face the challenges of life calmly and calmly.

Indifferent as me, plain and light, let nature take its course.

Holding a faint heart, living a life as calm as water.

In my spare time, I will casually hold a favorite book and sing a faint meditation in a low voice.

Only taste the faint sadness and loneliness, and feel the faint complacency and melancholy.

Enjoy a touch of tranquility and elegance, quietly intoxicated in the light and elegant atmosphere.

Express calm thoughts

The long road of life, watching the clouds roll, bloom flowers fall.

Suddenly look back and smile

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Feel lonely

A sea of people. How many people envy, how many people linger in the glory of the stars holding the moon, the bustling streets, the cozy banquets, or the romance of spring clouds and summer rain side by side, or the enrichment of old friends in other places, mountains and rivers, wandering in the communication field, and the glitz back and forth in the romantic pavilion. ...

However, the light of dreams can't always split the shadow of the night. (1) The short flower season will eventually wither, and the wine in the cups can't pour out the sorrow in my heart. When people hold up their cups frequently, some people make the tea cool. Therefore, in the noisy market and quiet countryside, a unique state of mind-loneliness often enters everyone's heart.

Loneliness is not the departure of a lonely goose in autumn, it is the direction of a young eagle spreading its wings, pregnant with the flight of the Ming Dynasty. This is a meditation on life.

Loneliness is not a golden flower swaying in spring, it is a strong grass, looking for soil to take root. That's a demonstration of life.

Loneliness is not the floating catkins scattered in autumn, but the seeds that germinate quietly at the end of the cold spring, which is a kind of life force.

Loneliness is not living in a closet and building a car behind closed doors, but opening up a pure land for you to work hard at your desk, talk in words, accompany with music and chew the ups and downs of life. Is that the cultivation of the soul and the taste of life?

Loneliness is not white clouds floating in the blue sky, but snowflakes falling on the ground, revealing indifferent thoughts in the dry soil, a calm mind and a lonely and clean ethics.

Loneliness is a pine tree in a busy city. It is a deep regret to be used to the vicissitudes of life and the cycle of years but no one talks about it.

Loneliness is the cold plum that has been attacked by the weather. It disdains to compete with flowers, but it is an unyielding mind and a silent commitment.

Loneliness is the sentimental soul under the lonely lamp. Although I look across the autumn water, I always miss the stationery, which is a kind of deep helplessness and broken love.

Loneliness is a cup of tea to sober up after people are tired, a real loneliness after eliminating the noise, and a taste of life.

Loneliness is a space to chew people's flattery or advice, and it is a rare leisure in life.

Loneliness is that although you have many friends, you often live alone and taste a lingering sadness, which is a kind of trauma in life.

Loneliness, like happiness, is also an experience of life, but also a feeling of life. ...

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Wearing a trench coat? Zhang Xiaofeng

Every time I put on a windbreaker, I feel very strange. I don't know why, especially when I just fastened my belt, I always wonder if I am going to wander.

When I put on my windbreaker, I only felt that the road ahead was stormy, and there was an unknown road in Wan Li waiting outside the alley. I have a feeling of endless misty rain about my life.

The day you wear a windbreaker should be windy, whether you are new here and not used to the gentle spring breeze or the autumn wind with a steep chill after the green ebb tide. The wind calls you in the clouds, and the wind calls you through thousands of leaves with a bleak vibrato. The days of wearing trench coats are always bleak for no reason-but they are also magnificent for no reason:

Wearing a trench coat, it seems that there should be a story to start.

There will be wind in the south of the Yangtze River, blowing green willow curtains on both sides. ...

There is bound to be a strong wind blowing in Saibei to drive away weeds and make you surprised to see cattle and sheep in the desert. ...

There is bound to be a wind like the streamer in the old play, gently surrounding11100,000 square kilometers of begonia leaves.

The wind will blow like a song and a flute in Los Angeles overnight.

People who have read the white clouds of Emperor Gaozu, the peony of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, and the vulgarity of Lu Fangweng have also read your hair today. You are wearing a trench coat and walking in the eternal wind.

Is the wind the length of heaven and earth? Does the wind disturb people when large pieces of blood are surging?

The wind swelled the lapel of the windbreaker, and the wind messed up the hem of the windbreaker and brushed my leg. I look around, life is so vast, and I feel that there is an infinite horizon waiting.

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idyll

Carl Chapik

Holland is a country with water, flowers and pastures. On the green lowlands between canals, black and white cattle, black-headed cattle and black cattle with white waist and blue mouth are grazing. Some cows are covered with damp-proof blankets on their backs. Cattle eat grass and ruminate, sometimes standing still, as if thinking about something. The calf looks like a noble lady and has a dignified manner. The old cow, like the parents of the cattle, is very dignified. At first glance, it is surrounded by green velvet grasslands and black and white cattle. This is the real Holland.

This is the real Netherlands: turquoise lowlands are embedded among canals, and herds of horses are fierce and strong, with legs as thick as cylinders and manes fluttering in the wind. Nothing can stop them from flying to Utrecht or Zfler except canals covered with deep grass. The vast Yuan Ye seems to belong to them. They are the masters and dukes of this free kingdom.

There are white sheep on the lowlands, and they are carefree on the green grassland like a paradise. The black pigs kept snoring, as if to express their approval for something. There are thousands of chickens and long-haired goats, but none. This is the real Holland.

Only in the evening did I see someone coming by boat, sitting on a small bench and milking a serious and silent cow. The golden sunset lay in the western sky, with occasional whistle in the distance, and then silence. Here, no one shouts, and the bell hanging around the cow's neck doesn't ring, and the milkman is more silent.

In the canal, ships full of milk barrels run slowly and smoothly, and cars and trains carry cans of milk to the city. After the car passed, everything was calm again. The dog didn't bark, the cows in the pen didn't make the sound of Cleisthenes, and the horseshoe didn't kick the baffle of the stable. It's really quiet Sleeping livestock, silent lowlands, dark night, only a few lighthouses in the distance glow slightly.

This is the real Holland.

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The feeling of autumn

Text: Purple Yutan

It's already1February, and the leaves on the tree have turned yellow, but most of them are hanging on the branches.

At night, under the faint street light, I saw a golden tree. At that moment, I froze.

Looking at the fairy-tale golden tree, flapping its branches and leaves, I was moved to tears.

I always thought that autumn, dead leaves, only represented desolation and loneliness. Autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad that the ancients described autumn in this way:

It is almost like autumn, its color is dim and smoke is gathering; ……

Its cold gas hurts the bones and muscles; Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely.

Taking it as a sound, it is sad and cut, but it is difficult to call.

Listening to the autumn sound and watching the leaves fall one by one is a farewell, and it is also the exhaustion and disappearance of life. Sadness, reluctance and helplessness always haunt me. I appreciate the autumn wind. I am intoxicated with her elegance and exquisiteness, but at the same time, I always fall into a sad mood inevitably.

Today, this brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.

That tree, a person, stood there stubbornly, almost stubbornly, with branches covered with gold, standing firmly in the wind.

It turns out that autumn is also strong. It is persistence and patience.

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= = Sails of the Four Seasons = =

Author: Li Peifen

Who spilled the glory of a season, the glory of a season? Who threw away the purple and green of Yuanye?

Every time Hong Zhong-like spring thunder broke out in the sky, every time a silver needle-like spring rain floated in the sky, and every time the shadow of swallows was brought to the horizon ... Spring came gently and quietly! I love spring, and loving her brings warmth and kindness, as well as vibrant information.

Look at that after the spring rain, a colorful bridge hangs in spring like a vault, like a smile on a person's face, which is intoxicating. Chunshen, did you come from this bridge? Listening to the echo of the mountain spring, is the gurgling music like Bai Juan? Who will automatically play a beautiful melody? Look at the choirs chirping in the treetops, one after another, praising this lovely spring. Looking at the blue sky, there are several white friends dotted with white clouds. Why not "put aside melancholy and forget disappointment; Go outside and let's see the clouds "?

As the saying goes, "a flower leads to a lifetime, and a grass leads to eternal life." Open your heart and warm your angelic heart!

Love summer

I don't know why, but I always like the song A Midsummer Night's Dream. Except for the flying notes, especially the titles, it gives me a dreamy and foggy feeling, especially familiar with ... so far away. ...

In the hot summer, it is a supreme pleasure and enjoyment to wander by the blue sea. The sea, an ever-changing and unpredictable natural wonder, is surprisingly quiet: golden sunshine shines on the calm sea, like a lake covered with gold powder, dazzling; Sometimes the choppy waves, with white spray, are like a furious tiger beating a weak lamb, which is fierce and striking. Whenever the golden bird is attached to the west and the sky is still covered by a cloud, the sea and the sky meet, and the depths of the sea seem to send out a series of whispers, sea! What the hell are you talking about?

Looking at the dark sea, thinking about the vastness of the Milky Way, the mystery of the universe, the purpose of life, and the ultimate destination of mankind ... Alas! Sleep! A midsummer night's dream should be sweet!

melancholy autumn thoughts

I was puzzled by the song "Qiu Si": "The crow in Bai Shu in the atrium, the silent and humid osmanthus in Coody Leng, the moonlight is full of hope tonight. I wonder whose home is Qiu Si? " I also shed tears for Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha", "Old vines are faint, bridges are flowing, old roads are thin and horses are thin, the sun is setting, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world". Autumn, what a bleak season!

On a bleak autumn night, find a bright moon and a quiet forest, and send a message to friends far away: You once said, "Friendship is like an immortal flower, like an eternal candlelight." But, year after year, why can't I find you in my dream? Pieces of maple leaves carry my infinite thoughts, and let the glittering and translucent boat carry your glittering and translucent blessing!

Hometown behind the white clouds: the crystal-clear glass tower in Kaifeng, the gorgeous peony flowers and spectacular White Horse Temple in Luoyang, and the antique remains of the Thousand Buddha Rock in Longmen … often come back to my dreams. Just, when can I see your flying soul?

Hope in winter

What hangs high in the sky is loneliness, which falls in the silent winter of the earth, covered with catkins of a mountain, bringing bleak north wind. There is a saying: "years are like dead branches, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle." Winter! Should I hate your early birth or the late arrival of spring?

The process of growing up is bitter, but we really don't need to be afraid, because behind every sadness, there is joy of growing up, just like the frost and snow of pine and cypress, and spring is always accompanied by severe winter.

Someone once said, "What's the point of knowing how to fly? How many people know the true meaning of life? " I wonder if he has found the real answer. But I believe that the true meaning of life lies in nature, and the meaning of life lies in the four seasons. Let me raise the sails of the four seasons and sail for a promising tomorrow!

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Dating with snow

Holding a flower umbrella, walking on a long snowy road, watching the snowflakes flying all over the sky, at first, it seems that I met her very often and didn't think much.

The letter hand patted a snowflake, and the coolness penetrated into the bottom of my heart. "Snow falls silently, just for the cold"? A moist feeling that seems to have been stored for a long time comes to mind. Is snow really silent? Simply put away your umbrella, and suddenly I feel that snowflakes seem to have spirituality. Can't help but take turns for a week. Now I really hope to understand their whispers and their feelings.

What are they talking about?

Remembering that snow is the messenger of spring, "Winter is not far from spring", are they whispering the message of spring? Remember that snow is an ancient poem, "Without snow, there is no spirit, without snow, there is no poem." Is she calling for inspiration? Oh, snow is audible, she announces the message of spring, and she walks lightly with ancient steps; She is great, completely burying all filth; She is selfless, turning herself into a quilt to keep the wheat seedlings safe for the winter; She is very clever, and different feelings endow her with different spirituality. In the thinking of "like a spring wind, blowing at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", Cher has inserted wings that travel through time and space and will fly further.

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Fairy tales in full bloom in autumn

Autumn rain hits the phoenix tree, dribs and drabs, and the tall buildings look forward to dusk; The autumn moon reflects the soul of the river, echoing back and forth, and the moonlight is soaked. -inscription

Suddenly began to miss autumn. Autumn wind, pavilion leaves and autumn water reverberate and extend to the end of the distant sky. I am a lonely traveler, walking on the road of life, in a unique autumn night, following a ray of beautiful Juan, clutching the wheel tracks given to me by years, and moving forward leisurely.

I haven't been so nostalgic for a long time, but those cheerful shadows always linger in my mind! Always relishing the dreamy autumn night:

The dead butterfly flying all over the sky is mixed with faint night rhyme, and suddenly stands up to look for the flute, but lingers in this dreamy and confused night! Meet in the autumn night, in the wonderful melody created by God for us, you look back and smile, and complement each other with the clear spring of a spoonful of pool and the moon nine days away, like a dream immersed in a bubble, which reminds people and stops!

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Constant yearning by the sea

The moment the plane took off, my mood was very complicated. Because I have been longing for the sky, because someone told me that the blue of the sea is because of the background of the sky.

When the plane passed through the clouds, I sat by the window and glided on the clouds. You can clearly see the traces left by the plane in the sky. I don't know whether it is white in blue or clear in white ... The sky above the cloud is not a flaw, so complete, covered by continuous clouds.

Continuous clouds cluster into water, water gathers into rivers, and rivers merge into pieces of sea! Yes, it is the sea, the endless sea, the surging sea, which can be vast, beautiful and gentle. It looks big and spectacular. It only makes people wonder, "Maybe I can float on the water in this sea. It's beautiful and moving." The sea is white, against the blue sky. What about this blue sea?

The plane took me away from the endless sea, and I want to leave the flawless blue sky! The lingering thoughts of the seaside are soft and floating in my mind!

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Breaking waves and splashing

You came in a hurry and left quietly. ...

Once upon a time, wandering on the soft beach, enjoying the touch of clear water and the kiss of the river wind. Melancholy, lying on pebbles, looking up at the blue sky, listening to the birds singing gently, throwing the small bluestone into the rapids with deep sadness, and letting the splashing water decorate a wonderful dream.

I sat quietly on the beach, watching the snow-white waves safely, calmly thinking about the true meaning of life and savoring the pure life like a dream. The dreams and longings of watching in life are as crystal clear and fascinating as this spray. It awakened my enthusiasm for sleeping for many years and activated my feelings. I am very happy. Drunk in my little world, with the waves in front of me, I run forward from time to time and tighten my back.

Now, I have a lot of thoughts and my heart is full of inexplicable confusion. I really want to go to the river and listen to the guidance of the waves. However, I can't find the former waves, and I can't find the charming beach. My eyes are at a loss. ...