Stationed on the other side of time, choose a quiet place, lightly trace and spread your thoughts, twist a finger of thin thoughts, practice in time, the years can be quiet and joyful, but also undisturbed.

In our years, there will be a new scenery of peach willows, there will also be the melancholy of falling flowers and flowing water, there will be the openness of the bright sun, and there will also be the trouble of cold and haze.

There are quiet paths, and there will also be open windows, and it is precisely because of the warmth and coldness of the four seasons that we can feel the real years.

In our years, there is the gentleness of the wind, the fragrance of flowers, the elegance of clouds, the warmth of the sun, the simplicity behind the complicated and trivial, the fullness and abundance do not forget to leave blank, subtlety, with the beauty of Zen.

Our years are half of the peach and willow new, half of it is plain and elegant, half of it is still water, and half of it is plain and warm.

The prosperity is all plain, the hustle and bustle is followed by the warmth, and the depths of time are the years of overflowing flowers.

The best years, on the way to each departure, in the first ray of sunshine every day, in the smile of a flower, in the hope of a green leaf.

The meaning of life is to do oneself well, and the life you want needs to work yourself, and you need to paint the most beautiful colors with the painting of years.

In the years, there will always be someone on the road to extend a warm hand for you, there will always be kindness and compassion for your soul, there will always be scenery for you to stop, there will always be a harbor for you to dock, such years, how can you not be loved.

Walking in the years, living in the cherish, from the spring and white snow, to the autumn water, from the shallow summer like smoke, to the railing to see the falling snow.

The scenery of tossing and turning, passing through the years, those poems that are pure white in the depths of time, like a sea of flowers, have fallen in my heart, fragrant my life.

If the heart is sunny, it will be warm, I love the peach and willow in the years, and I am close to every inch of sunshine and warmth.

On the way forward, the sunshine may occasionally be absent, but it will not always be dark, shallow smile, deep love, there is always some warm affection, blooming in the time like a flower.

In our years, there is always a corner where the soul can be placed, and there is always a scenery that can unload the tiredness of the body and accommodate our joys and sorrows.

Time will naturally take away some things, and it will also give you what you want.

In the years, with a simple heart for life, do not deliberately cater to others, and do not have dreams that are not related to themselves, the journey of time, there are always distant places that you can't reach.

Learn to put the past in the original hometown of the soul, keep a tree with a breeze, bring a window of warm sun, and try to live a breezy life.

Time boils rain, years sew flowers, time, we are all people in a hurry, with the sketch of the soul, lightly describe the fragrance of the passing years, simple encounters, are clear proverbs.

In the chaotic world, how many ups and downs, fate gathers and scatters, and it is impossible to fully understand the cause and effect, embrace a quiet and gentle, and smile warmly.

The years have not spared me, we have not spared the years, in the depths of time, the goodbye will be goodbye, the reunion will be reunited, our years, after a hundred turns, are still beautiful and vivid.