Chapter 355: What is Hidden Behind the Disappearance (11)

Like, the new green of the branches in spring; Like, listen to the poetry of lotus in summer; Like, the quiet beauty of autumn sunset leaves; Like, the purity of the winter sunset snow, like, with a no-makeup attitude, in the ferry of the flowing year, sitting by the stream, with free and easy, laughing at the ebb and flow of the tide, in the familiar piece, salvaging the beauty of the past, in the oasis of the soul, pouring the sun, so that all the disturbances in the fireworks, light with the wind, with a clear heart, keep a clear joy, look at the time, hold the warmth that follows all the way, pour the heart of the text, in the corner of the years, write the most beautiful red dust. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zen is like a flower, blooming in the heart, then suddenly enlightened; If you drive on the road, the peak will turn around; In the passing year, the eyes are full of abundance.

We always like to stop in other people's stories, expecting others to give us a long time, but more often, it is a person's joy and a person's trickle. The gathering and dispersion of the world is just the distance between the heart and the heart, there will eventually be people coming and going in the red dust, learn to be grateful in the encounter, moved in the experience, rich in tolerance, one day, understand or not, love or not, it doesn't matter, the fate of the gathering and dispersion, this is ordinary, plain handwriting, but also joy. It's just that those who have had, those who have passed, have been the most beautiful scenery in life, and I hope that every encounter is a warm embrace; Every time you look at each other, you can see each other's most beautiful smiles.

Life is a difficult trek, moving forward with an indifferent attitude, making joy in suffering, and enjoying it. Today, the sun is shining as ever, why is the fog and misty! Give yourself a good mood, look forward to the distance, and the breeze is blowing, very comfortable; Give others a gentle smile, glowing with kindness, dark fragrance blowing sleeves, and warmth in the bottom of my heart......

In vain, a decision that pained in the bones for a long time, and finally determined that the diffuse, tears, were swirling when they were secretly kissed dry by the sun. Then, a person becomes a kingdom, in a word, becomes an eternity, and for the rest of his life, he is weak and weak, and it is difficult to bear the emptiness of love. The summer flowers are getting thicker, the scarlet smoke is dissipating, the love is falling to the end of the world, and on the wound, a row of fresh flowers is resolutely stood up. The direction of my favorite, the wind, continues to dance beautifully, the sky in June, so blue, full of pure colors warmed by the sun. The sunset, always want to bring me infinite sorrow, now, the cinnabar red has become the shame on my face, finally, I am no longer afraid of the night, continued to sigh for half a life, exhausted and died, a heart, warm out of the peach blossom spring.

The years are shallow, and life is unharmed. Falling red pieces, all over the ground! There are all kinds of meanings, those who understand do not need to be explained, those who do not understand do not need to be explained, life is like this, pain and happiness! Sitting on a season of smoke and dust, relying on the shallow time, making a pot of tea, dipping in the ink fragrance of the years, and writing a poetic life. The years and I, in the fine tasting and appreciation, the dark fragrance is full of sleeves, tranquil and quiet!

Life creates different experiences, and growth composes moods. The journey is rushed, criss-crossing and complicated, and the ups and downs are blended. Time keeps slipping away in the hourglass of time, and we have to keep our feet steady and adjust our mood. Life cannot be hesitated, and we cannot afford to live up to life. The journey of the years is engraved with joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, and today we have passed through the scenery of a road past, and the experience has shaped the stability of life, and the overlap of gains and losses has made us know how to be grateful and tolerant. After years of passing, it is no longer a mixture of joy and sorrow, but a life of heritage, engraved with exquisite layers in the annual ring.

There are many pursuits in people's lives, and everyone is looking for a kind of perfection, but what is perfection? No one can give a reasonable explanation. If you have health, you want money, and if you have money, you want fame and fortune...... And we're constantly distorting in the taking. Desire is a deep sea, and no amount of hourglass can fill it. Demand is like waves of the ocean, endlessly impacting, and eventually sinking in a certain wave. Life is not just a gesture, but also a mind that controls oneself freely, and does not rewrite one's life for the sake of external materials. Contentment is the root of happiness, and if you explain a fame and fortune, you will win a peace of mind.

Life is a kind of sound, from the casual cloudy and sunny at the beginning of crying, to the passionate majesty of the mountains and flowing water, and finally lying in the heart of Yunshui Zen to listen to the process of flowers.

The years are shallow, and life is unharmed. Sitting on a season of smoke and dust, time to cook rain, make a pot of tea, taste a touch of incense, leisurely in the years. Shallow with a touch of indifference, quietly appreciate the prosperity, find a trace of warmth, elegant a poem, slightly drunk in the red dust. Savor the years and express life. - Xiangxue Ruolan

Passing through the red dust, pushing open the door of the years, along the vein of memory, dancing lightly with the fragrance of the heart, gracefully in the past of the passing years. Swaying a water, agile in the twisting streamer of the season. Life is picturesque, and the heart is like flowers. Like a year of flowing water, warm and warm.

Leaning on the windowsill of time, holding a cup of fragrant teacup, thinking remotely, chasing dreams with light yarn, and also intoxicated with faces and veins in dreams. The wind and rain were shaking, and they also shook the red pieces all over the ground. On the slender dust, along the way, there are some fates, destined to rub shoulders. Some love is destined to be lost. Some love is eroded with just a stroke.

Only with love can life not be lonely and the world will not be lonely. Because of love, I feel through the bones; Because of lovesickness, I feel love; The years that have passed cannot be revisited, but they can be looked back; People who have loved can't stay together, but they can be recalled; The tears that have been shed cannot be taken back, but they can be tasted. All experiences are a touch of fragrance left by time to the years.

The joys and sorrows of life are understood by time, by years, and by you and me. I know, it's an elegant landscape. Understanding is a string of happy notes. When happiness comes, accept it bravely. When happiness is far away, let go calmly. Encounter is a kind of fate; Knowing each other is a tacit understanding; Loving each other is a kind of happiness. The happiness we seek will not last long, it is our happiness, cherish and care for each other.

The heart will understand the bitterness and sweetness of life, but don't talk about the heartache, experience it yourself, because we know that life will not be smooth sailing. There is a kind of feeling, sometimes melancholy, sometimes tangled, but tangled is silent, hidden in the bottom of the heart, because we know that life is not necessarily full of moon. The heartbreak, the pain, let us experience the various states of the world. The sadness, the bitterness, let us taste the flavors of life.

Time is a boat, and the heart is the helmsman. Sometimes love, just a gesture, the heart is intoxicated. Sometimes in life, just a touch of indifference, the heart will bloom. What about the many unsatisfactory, wading through this river, there will be a shore; Crossing this mountain, there must be a long road.

Through the red dust, if it is in the morning and twilight. Occasionally, there will be some inexplicable little sadness, climbing up to the sky. Occasionally, there will be some inexplicable little bitterness, strung into the heart. (To be continued.) )