Chapter 348: What is Hidden Behind the Disappearance (4)

Give life a reason to be happy, and don't be a burden on life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info A person can not be special, but try to be the only one, life is one's own, the mood is also one's own, the journey is hurried, not controlled by trivialities, do not take the mood as a meaningless funeral object, go a journey without regrets and live out of oneself. The world is complicated, cold and warm are changeable, many things are not not cared about, but there are more things to do, and there is not so much energy to stand in place and entangle. The road is walking every day, and what we really walk is not the road, but the cost of life. Time will not wait for anyone, and we cannot afford to squander the years. Walking all the way, as long as you are worthy of yourself and do not drag others down, it is enough.

The years drive the journey of the footsteps, and every rising sun and sunset being swallowed up by the night means that this day will become the history of tomorrow. In the alternation of black and white, stories are being interpreted, moods are repeated, entanglements, grievances, and all kinds of complexity will always cast a shadow on life. But time urges life to grow old, and every wrinkle depicts the vicissitudes of life. The pace of life's journey needs to be light, and it is necessary to identify the distinction between priorities and priorities, and we cannot walk with history after all. Then borrow a wisp of wind to blow away the haze of yesterday, take a spring leaf, cut out the wings of a butterfly, dance in the sun, and sing for life.

Life has given life the best tempering, and the growth of every ladder requires a careful effort, and every maturity has gone through a bumpy foundation. From impetuousness to stability, how much bitterness is needed to set off? How much helplessness and persistence does a sentence contain? Who really understands that a heart like a stagnant water is a trickle of thousands of waves colliding with each other? Tossing and turning, how many years have passed, how much dust has passed, how many past events have been sung. Life shapes life, and life smooths the edges and corners of life. People pass by with the wind, a few wisps of dust melt into contemplation, the years are like a stream, and a few important things are sent to the sun and the moon. The wind and dust swayed the thin face, and only the constant heat accompanied by the heart of gratitude, walking through the mottled time, grateful for the wind and rain.

Happiness is a kind of climbing, and every step is forged by wind and rain. Pursuit is the driving force of life, and it requires unremitting efforts. The complexity of the world, the impermanent changes can change a person's fate at any time. Life is a messy vein, and only by patiently combing it can we avoid the blockage of the blood. Life is like a boat, the foundation of wavering, and keeping the brain sober can clarify the accuracy of the route and cultivate a calm heart. Life is a kind of vicissitudes of life, every day in the face of human feelings, the blend of various complicated events, learn to let the mood control the evolution of the situation, sweep the dust in order to make the pace more stable.

The years walk in the red dust with its light posture. It uses its gentle voice to give us full of emotions and create a heartbeat scene after scene. At the same time, with a cruel coldness, it plundered our green onions and separated the human feelings that penetrated into the bones and hearts. Life is like a light boat, bumps and dust surges, uneven journeys, pushing the swaying figure. Life is half cloudy and sunny, and different landscapes are intertwined with the touching of life. Falling into the dust, a warm heart, remembering the perception of the years. If you can pour a tranquil state of mind and give life a flower, although you can't be fragrant for a long time, you will definitely be able to go on a journey with your heart.

The wind rises and the clouds pass, the clouds gather and the rain falls, the black and white alternate, the full moon is cloudy, and each has its own rhythm. A flower is a world, a leaf is a Bodhi, and it has its own fixed number. A flower is full of fragrance, but it is difficult to hold the prosperous world, and the grass is verdant, but it is difficult to resist the cold autumn barrenness. Just like a rain will wet the mood, it can also warm life, and each has its place; Looking at a tree and flowers, but not accepting a leaf withering, it is difficult to understand one's self-nature. A greedy thought, the fall of all kinds of troubles, it is difficult to purify the ethereal spirit in the heart. Everything is self-evident, coming and going indefinitely, and there is no distinction between you and me. Bodhi has no tree, the heart is pure and self-evident, gathering and scattering with fate, and the gains and losses are up to fate. A miscellaneous, a rebirth, a small flower blooming in the dust, all are life.

The red dust road is far away, who promises to be crazy, who leaves behind half the glass? Is there silence or expectation left after the prosperity? In the long river of years, all the stories will be a kind of legend, no one can redeem the world, and no one can see through the ending. The journey of life is not expected, the fate of the fate is scattered only and regretted, life does not have the beauty that can be grasped forever, but I wish to cherish a first sight of gratitude. Many landscapes are powerless to pick up, and letting go is distance, and many stories can only leave a chance to look back. There will always be a corner on the road, but no matter how it changes, it is heading towards an unknown return. Wading through the vicissitudes of wind and rain, after all, will be silent in the chaos and messy, through the tenderness of the fingertips, lightly pick up a purity, in the years of quiet a calm, and walk with time......

Literally understanding maturity, that is, the flowers bloom and the fruit is ripe, and ripeness means growing up, many people think that maturity is a kind of growth, children grow into adults and have a sense of maturity, and peaches are sweet when they are ripe.

In my world, maturity is the transition of life from one realm to another. This is true maturity.

No matter how old you are, whether you are young or very old, as long as you experience a major event, you will change your mentality, which becomes a kind of maturity. For example, the love-hate entanglement, where your important person has passed away. Frustration at work. We can't say that teenage boys can't be mature, and we can't say that successful bosses who have lived a lifetime are very mature. How many fatherless orphans have supported their families early, and how many rich bosses have found a mistress. If those bosses are lost in money and live a degenerate life, this can be said to be a kind of immaturity and inability to treat life correctly, we create money, not money to control us. And those poor children who participated in Hunan Satellite TV's "Metamorphosis" knew how to reduce the burden on their families at a young age, because their life realm was different from that of other children of the same age. This can also be said to be a spiritual maturity.

When you lose yourself in society and play various roles, can you still be yourself? I can say that you must have experienced something that led you to this conservative state of life, and it can be said that you are more mature than before. But when you meet true love and tell you to love your truest self more, you enter a new realm, and life is like this, constantly maturing, constantly blossoming and bearing fruit. If you only think that maturity is the physical growth of age, then it is estimated that there is only one adolescence in this life, and it is impossible to enter adulthood twice. Maturity is a state of life that accompanies you at all times. (To be continued.) )