Hu Ye said: "Troubles are not necessarily not all good things, in fact, they are the foundation of a clear mind. This is because, for people with good roots, when they encounter troubles, they do not feel that it is a problem, but on the contrary, they can see the essence of things from the surface of things, so that they can see the true face and transform the disturbing mind into a clear and peaceful mind.

Tranquility is a fine quality and elegant state of mind, an elegant temperament, simple feelings, and an attitude towards life; Tranquility is a cup of tea, floating in the white porcelain cup, but the fragrance floats...... Only in a state of tranquility can the heart's words be boiled into soup and savored in a quiet green shade. No one understands how far away it is, as long as the window of the soul is opened, and the happy sunshine and moonlight pour in, the peaceful heart has an endless source of happiness. When we have this tranquil beauty, everything will be like a passing cloud, and the wind will be light.

It has been said, "Whoever you love, let him be free, and if he returns, it is yours, and if he does not return, it has never belonged to you." Quietly keep the tranquility of a heart, if the ups and downs, please don't lose yourself, if the clouds are light and the wind is light, it is the best gift that the years give you.

Life is an endless sea, people are a flat boat on the sea, the sea is not calm and calm, so people will always have joy and sorrow together. When the helpless melancholy rushes in, don't let the sigh wrap your heart, lift up a corner of the curtain, and let the faint moonlight carry the stars in the sky, and enjoy a beauty.

Only by waiting for this quiet heart, can we face up to our true self, in order to maximize our potential, and only by continuing a quiet heart can we taste the wine of life in the deepest, most subtle and most unique way, so that you can find an oasis of soul and enjoy spiritual comfort in the hustle and bustle of the world. Let's embrace life with a quiet heart, and listen to the soul whispering a happy song, isn't it a different kind of beauty

The long lonely night accompanies me to spring, summer, autumn and winter. One night of spring breeze, one night of coolness. The spring breeze sent warm greetings; The spring rain moistens the parched soul; Spring flowers, fragrant with dry smiles; The spring sun brightens the bleak and helpless heart. Words, like the elves of spring, quietly slipped into my wet eyes with small steps like water, allowing me to feel the charm and temperature of words.

The heart wants to be free, but it can't fly out of the cage of self-restraint. I want to use words as the key to open the iron cage; I want to use words to sing a song for myself and sing the world, but who can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles with me; I want to use words to relieve the anguish in my heart, words, like the Sass wind of the night, the dance party in the temple of words, leading the rhythm of the whole stage, the melody it releases, gorgeous and enchanting, delicate and romantic, but who can dance with me all night of psychedelic dance; I want to use words to step into the country where everyone laughs, fall in love with people who are obsessed with words, fall in love with people who walk silently in words, fall in love with confidants who hide their hearts in words, girlfriends who dance alone in the dark night of words, and integrate all the happiness of small hearts into the friends of life and death in the dark fragrance of ink, but who knows my heart

Words are inseparable from those who love you and the people you love; It is inseparable from firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea; It is inseparable from the dream of the rainbow; It is inseparable from melancholy and happiness; It is inseparable from the ups and downs. The text is rich in pictures, pulling out the golden rice and writing the joy of the harvest; There is the sweetness of spring water on rainy days, moistening every inch of land; There are thousands of miles of ice in winter, thousands of miles of snow drifting, a spectacular scene

The long lonely night accompanies me to spring, summer, autumn and winter. One night of spring breeze, one night of coolness. The spring breeze sent warm greetings; The spring rain moistens the parched soul; Spring flowers, fragrant with dry smiles; The spring sun brightens the bleak and helpless heart. Words, like the elves of spring, quietly slipped into my wet eyes with small steps like water, allowing me to feel the charm and temperature of words.

The heart wants to be free, but it can't fly out of the cage of self-restraint. I want to use words as the key to open the iron cage; I want to use words to sing a song for myself and sing the world, but who can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles with me; I want to use words to relieve the anguish in my heart, words, like the Sass wind of the night, the dance party in the temple of words, leading the rhythm of the whole stage, the melody it releases, gorgeous and enchanting, delicate and romantic, but who can dance with me all night of psychedelic dance; I want to use words to step into the country where everyone laughs, fall in love with people who are obsessed with words, fall in love with people who walk silently in words, fall in love with confidants who hide their hearts in words, girlfriends who dance alone in the dark night of words, and integrate all the happiness of small hearts into the friends of life and death in the dark fragrance of ink, but who knows my heart

Words are inseparable from those who love you and the people you love; It is inseparable from firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea; It is inseparable from the dream of the rainbow; It is inseparable from melancholy and happiness; It is inseparable from the ups and downs. The text is rich in pictures, pulling out the golden rice and writing the joy of the harvest; There is the sweetness of spring water on rainy days, moistening every inch of land; There are thousands of miles of ice in winter, thousands of miles of snow drifting, a spectacular scene

Words, like nostalgia, always bring people a little bit of sourness. Hometown is forever a sour and sweet scar in our hearts. Elderly parents are looking forward to the return of their children, silver hair, wrinkles, all of them are telling their loneliness and longing for wear. Perhaps, in some villages, the mountains have been moved to flat land, the water is no longer clear, the rice fields have been converted into new houses, and only the flowers in the depths of the mountains and forests are still fragrant. The fragrance is like the past, yesterday's past lingers in my heart, and the little bit of sourness and strong concern is still blooming in the hearts of every hometown parent and wanderer.

Words, like nostalgia, always bring people a little bit of sourness. Hometown is forever a sour and sweet scar in our hearts. Elderly parents are looking forward to the return of their children, silver hair, wrinkles, all of them are telling their loneliness and longing for wear. Perhaps, in some villages, the mountains have been moved to flat land, the water is no longer clear, the rice fields have been converted into new houses, and only the flowers in the depths of the mountains and forests are still fragrant. The fragrance is like the past, yesterday's past lingers in my heart, and the little bit of sourness and strong concern is still blooming in the hearts of every hometown parent and wanderer.

Words, like nostalgia, always bring people a little bit of sourness. Hometown is forever a sour and sweet scar in our hearts. Elderly parents are looking forward to the return of their children, silver hair, wrinkles, all of them are telling their loneliness and longing for wear. Perhaps, in some villages, the mountains have been moved to flat land, the water is no longer clear, the rice fields have been converted into new houses, and only the flowers in the depths of the mountains and forests are still fragrant. The fragrance is like the past, yesterday's past lingers in my heart, and the little bit of sourness and strong concern is still blooming in the hearts of every hometown parent and wanderer.