Chapter 313: Unjust Cases in District 9 (7)

How many times have we chosen a lively journey because we couldn't bear the loneliness, and finally failed and failed......

To endure loneliness, in fact, is a state of mind, a kind of wisdom, and a kind of spiritual connotation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoLoneliness is not a sad song, but a river that flows forward without hurry, and in the twists and turns it is pregnant with real success in life...... Immersed in words, just piling up dreams, boundless thoughts overflowing at the fingertips, swaying out of the heart lotus. The years of favor, hidden in the night to chew carefully, casually laid out, in the shallow years of streamers, engraved a heart sound.

The traces of the letterhead that have been written, more or less will be forgotten by time, put aside by the heart, like some people, some things, but I have always been the same, the most comfortable and brave, is still the clouds and clouds, plain heart and plain pen, happy and peaceful. The wind is light, the old cold is still clinging, a thought is willing, a thought is put down, everything is especially self-determined. When you have a sense of separation and understand your mind, you will use time to correct your mind and greet piety with watch.

The three states of life: survival, life, life. Each state, to a greater or lesser extent, is affected and entangled by the reality of prosperity and hustle and bustle. Some people are wandering, some are confused, and some people continue to live their lives as before. No matter what state it is, in the process of life, as long as you are awake, as long as you are quiet, as long as you have hope in your heart. In this life, it seems familiar, but it is different. This life cannot be replaced, cannot be copied, and cannot be restarted. A unique year of life, every season has a color, and if you already know it, then enrich your life.

Time turns lightly, the years are fluttering, several years, and the smile is shallow. I know that all of this has to do with the state of mind. The obsession of the past was unremitting perseverance, longing for the wonder of flowers to dance with your heart, and settle at your fingertips. How far is the so-called forever? Outside the mountains, the thoughts are long, and the wandering and scattered add sadness, why is it for a long time?

I was quiet, but I was worried. A note of heart and a dream for a lifetime, how can I do it, this trace of loneliness, cold and warm red dust, is at my fingertips. The four seasons of life, how many emotions toss and turn, encounters, parting, beautiful, sad, cold and warm, just like clouds. How much sorrow flowed under the fingertips, full of sadness. Do you think too much and feel lost? Is it that the obsession is too deep and you feel tired?

This half spring flower, half autumn moon, half bright, half sad, half noisy, half silent. Life is always like this, this life is long, coming and going, seemingly impermanent, but there is permanence. It's not as beautiful as we imagined, it's not as bad as we think, and don't we also move forward paradoxically every day? People live for a lifetime, not only to come, to remember, but not to come in vain, not in vain, not in vain. Living in the way and style you like is the best way to live.

Reading some people, writing a word, warming a pot of landscapes, I look forward to one day, I can also embrace the warm sun, gently listen to the whispers of grass and trees, I just want to be quieter, quieter. Some memories are gently salvaged in the bottom of my heart, as if in front of my eyes, I can carefully consider every sentence and word, so casually and casually, so simple. Return to the truth, plain heart and no makeup, plain paper and plain pen, and peace and quiet. Walking into the indifference, into the tranquility of the soul, so quietly boiling a pot of quiet, drinking with the bottom of the heart, talking to the years, so good to think about it!

However, the prosperity of three thousand, all living beings, who can escape the washing of the years, who can jump the erosion of the seven emotions and six desires, and finally dance in the far-fetched dance, the morning and twilight are still the same, and the past quietly walks on the side of time, one left and one right, and gradually drifts away in a rhythm. Listen to the wind and count the rainy days, it is good for someone to understand.

Many times, the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of life are not that I don't know, but that I don't want to talk about them; The rain, snow, wind and frost of the years are not unaffectionate, but they don't care. It's just that in the life that is gradually drifting away, it also needs to be integrated into all kinds of flavors to become rich and heavy, eternal and profound, and the journey of life may be full of breeze, flowers and birds.

You and I are mortals, born in the world, running around and toiling all day long, but never idle. Perhaps, this is life! Do you say life is cute? If you love, you will be lovely everywhere; Do you say the world is hateful? If you hate, you can hate anywhere. What's wrong with life itself? It's just that we have deceived ourselves by taking life wrong in the first place.

I believe that those who love can love to return, and those who believe in the past can be blessed. If there is love in the heart, life will be unique and abundant; If there is love in the heart, it will not calculate how much or little you give, and you will not care about the gains and losses you reap; Only with love in our hearts can we warm and get rid of all the sorrows and pains in the world, and only then can we make those boring lives full of interest and meaning, and let ourselves show the brilliance of life.

"Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say that I want something?" In the red dust, who did the wishful thinking promise? After washing away the lead years, the heart is still as elegant and calm as stopping water, and in this water-like time, it slowly returns to the heart. Everything follows the wind, everything follows the fate, I have seen thousands of scenery lightly, and I look back at the past, as light as a cloud! Giving back the years is like a mirror.

I only feel that the dust is like a dream, and there is no trace of waking up from the dream. Walking quietly and alone, watching a season of falling flowers enchanting the green years, tranquilizing all the glitz in the world, and staining the clouds. Just between thinking and not reading, Wan Er smiled, and he had learned to be light and light behind him. Some words can only stop at the lips and teeth, and some pains can only be hidden for a lifetime.

When the autumn rain ripens the fruit, time propels the years. Taste it carefully, the so-called quiet, is the busy figure and the indifferent charm of the complement of each other, is the old scene of poetry, falling flowers drifting. Even though it is late summer and early autumn, the cicadas are still singing, the sun is flowing and the sun is on fire, and there will still be a little pleasant coolness in my heart.

On the road of life, others are just passing by, and the real master is himself. Perhaps, we don't have to pay too much attention to other people's lives, and please don't forget what we set out for, and don't forget that life is also happy. Then give yourself the most beautiful smile, love the world, love the people around you, and love yourself. Because, whether it is sunny or rainy and snowy, it is a beautiful scenery that cannot be abandoned in life. Put aside all the fetters, throw away too much flashiness, precipitate your heart, cherish every day of your life, and let your life be soft and calm, light and free.

There is a kind of life called indifference, there is a life called Yiran fragrance, there is an attitude called pampering and humiliation, and there is a kind of happiness called being at ease with what happens.

In this way, the product is quiet for a long time, and the maturity of the years is quietly enjoyed in the flickering. I just want to watch the passage of time in such a time. Laugh all the way to the dust...... (To be continued.) )