After a cold rain, winter came. The change of seasons always gives birth to a trace of melancholy for no reason. Who can hold it forever? I just feel grateful. The dribs and drabs in those lost years, with subtle light, are the only warmth in my life journey.
It seems that at an age, I will not deliberately maintain some human feelings that will fade with time. In my bones, I am willing to be silent before being silent. People and things that will get lost once they are unfamiliar don't need to waste their feelings to maintain.
Years will make people settle down and yearn for a simple, clean and warm atmosphere. What should be met will always be met, and what should be left will no longer be forced. What time filters down will be the truest touch in life, calm and warm, beautiful and beautiful and true.
It is not Qianshan that separates people, but love. A happy heart is a persistent desire to depend on each other.
Quiet days, reading, writing, along the smooth ups and downs, smiling and walking in the ink. In the distance, in the direction of the wind, there is a silent company that warms the soul. This time, it was so quiet and beautiful. It was good to breathe the oxygen exhaled by plants and trees in the morning and purify the heart and lungs.
Like, keep your little happiness, lingering with the years. Take a bunch of flowers, especially leisure, and watch the warmth wading in and landing on my fresh dress. More often, I am used to being a bystander. Twist, a few small words, some ink, leaving only a blank, warm and * * *.
In fact, time is an affectionate poem, and you and I in the end of the world are smeared with the tranquility and customs in the deepest part of the soul. No matter how difficult the knot is, as long as there is gentle and warm company, we are not afraid of cool thin time after the smoke clears, and time will eventually give each other the gentlest treatment.
If the heart is simple, it smells like Zen; Time goes by, things are different. Cook a happy lamp, warm a pot of poetry, and make all the noise complicated, irrelevant and non-interfering. So, how nice.
Many times, happiness is the uninterrupted sewing of years, and gently falling will produce a kind of tenderness in the heart.
Walking through Qian Shan and seeing the glitz in the world, I realized that there was a fate that touched the vacancy in the depths of my soul. When I look at it, it is the true feelings in running water. Years are singing an affectionate song, and the best affection is a long and tireless companionship. Meeting with destiny takes a hand, my heart will always be touched.
A time of love, if it comes from a black and white background, will blossom into gorgeous beauty with your fingertips. Just because of the turning eyes, I am willing to leave it as an eternity. When the thin heart of a tree covers all the elegance, the lightness in the sleeve will still be the youth in the brow. Xi Murong said: The essence of love is as simple and gentle as life. I believe that all reflections and congenial feelings are calm and peaceful, just like the code word in winter is warm.
Plain winter, slightly cool. If the dust is safe, a glimmer of light in your heart. Knowing is joy from the depths of the soul.
Sometimes, the mood is like a tightly wrapped nut. Although it is repeated, it is deliberately indifferent. If you think that you don't care, you can be harmless, sad, and deliberately vague, you don't have to bear too many stories of joys and sorrows. In fact, the fortune of this world, with a lot of persistence, will not be so fickle, just like big waves scouring the sand. After Qian Fan, there will be sincerity, and I will write a gentle heart for you in an eye-catching place.
Fireworks on earth, floating water and quicksand, let go of those who leave; Cherish what is left behind.
People who know you will naturally depend on each other, and those who cherish you will naturally not leave.
And all the beauty, all the warmth, will also precipitate in the bottom of my heart with silence, heat and brightness.
Life, seemingly long, is actually short. Too much affection to do, too much unpredictability, staged a series of earthly joys and sorrows in cool thin's golden times. Many people, many things, such as a glimpse, just a brush, will rush by, thinking that it will never be an instant. After a while, I disappeared into the endless fleeting time, without all the glitz of 3,000 years. Perhaps, what we can really control is to grasp the present, do what we want and do what we should do. Happiness is silent.
If someone knows, it is a relief; If someone treasures it, it is a kind of happiness.
The fragrance of the years is faint, and it is also faint. It is hope, beauty, warmth from the bottom of my heart, warm thoughts, accompanied by long blessings.
When a calm and warm feeling goes away in winter, a clear and thin shadow is produced in the text, and those sighs that can only be understood by shadows will return to their original innocence and look at the other side of time with a smile.
This world of mortals, who becomes attached to whom, seems to be an act of god and unpredictable. At a certain intersection, because of a certain chance, we met, and the wind chimes that passed through the years, such as warm fragrance, made a lonely heart. You know, this is a cold world in the cold and cheerless. Perhaps, it is precisely because of this impetuousness that we cherish the warmth of meeting. Looking at each other, if there is a person who can miss his life, in retrospect, he has no regrets about the ups and downs of the rest of his life.
We are all a shadow on the page of this autumn water. Perhaps, only by seeing through all the scenery, the messy sorrows and joys along the way will be properly placed, and the so-called choice will not ask for any results. A heart lives only for itself, but also for you and me we met along the way. Study incense cooking words and lay a ten-mile lotus flower. Silent feelings, because of understanding and deep feelings, grow in the water, which is the warmth in the depths of the years and easily crosses the boundless life.
If the flower is pity, let it go, if the heart is pity, I just want to be good.
Believe that some love is with time; Some people are warm all their lives.
Smile, fleeting time, brocade, fragrant pulse. I only hope that a warm flower will grow in my heart forever.
Just because. Over the years. Very beautiful.