Maybe it's because of age, a heart has become very soft. Looking at the child's smile, the heart is soft. Holding the hand of the lover, the heart is soft. Staying by the side of my parents, my heart is soft.

Living in the trivialities of the world, looking for the bits and pieces that can make the heart soft, it turns out that it is the love in the heart that makes the heart soft and life warm.

Qiu Lang finally took that step, he had no hatred for his mother Yang Suqing, and hoped to get to know her slowly in the next few days, and one day shout the word "mother" to her.

During the meal, he looked at Han Yi and was grateful! On this trip, I let go of the resentment of my first love and my mother, as if everything was destined in the dark, and it was like stepping into Han Yi's "trap" step by step.

There are many kinds of love in the world, and there is always one around you, like fireworks blooming in the passing years, dazzling your life.

Qiu Lang has seen the way Han Yi and his parents get along, and Han Yi often says that if the woman he loves does not honor his parents, then he will not hesitate to give up his love for that woman. Then he would talk about everything his parents had done for him.

Coupled with the fact that his father Qiu Minsheng silently paid so much for him, he actually understood that the greatest love is the love of his parents.

The first embrace in swaddling, the first support in toddlerhood, the first communication in babbling, and the first letting go when entering school······ How many firsts in my life have the deepest love precipitated in the eyes of my parents.

Even though many, many Yang Suqing were not involved, she was always the one who gave him life. In their eyes, he will always be the child who has not grown up, and needs their love to live a happier life. Even if he has gray hair, as long as his parents are alive, he is still a treasure in the palm of their hands.

The most touching love is the love of lovers. A heart is often full of love and full of each other's shadows. A look, a handhold, and a hug are enough to warm the heart that has been dry in the world for too long. One person's loneliness needs two people's love to warm it. Even if I meet you later, I only wish the rest of my life would be you. Since then, walking side by side in Hongchen Mo to see the scenery of the world, holding hands in the true meaning of life in the passing years.

The most affectionate love is the love of friends. Love needs the collision of hearts, in fact, the same is true of the most genuine friendship. People will meet many people in their lives, but not many of them really remain in their lives. How many people just pass by and disappear without a trace in the trajectory of your life. But there are always some friends, and a thick friendship has fulfilled the years of knowing each other. When you are in trouble, they will be the first to lend a helping hand. When you are sad and depressed, they will listen attentively and give you valuable advice. You can share the joy together, or you can taste the bitterness together. Such friendship is precious and heavy, and it needs to be cherished by each other with sincerity.

In this complicated world, you may not be able to enjoy every kind of love, but there is always one that appears in your life, so that your lonely heart can be relied on, so that you

Lonely souls can be comforted.

Clusters of fireworks of love bloom in the journey of life, warming the heart. Live up to the love of your parents and let companionship become the bond of parent-child relationship; Don't ignore the love of lovers, let happiness hold hands for a lifetime; Don't blaspheme the love of friends, mutual dedication is the source of long-term friendship.

Qiu Lang has now understood Han Yi's words of envying him as a big winner in life, because he has deeply experienced these loves.

Love is a firework that blooms in the passing years, dazzling his starry sky and making his life journey more exciting.

Time changes, no one cares about the attachment in your eyes, and no one will help you record the ups and downs of this way, gradually, time freehand a face that is no longer young, unconsciously, the sideburns of parents have been dyed with gray hair, and we, too, have learned, in the whirlpool of life against the current, understand what is strong.

As you grow older, your parents will grow old, your children will grow up and stay away, you can't change anything, maybe life is a journey that is getting farther and farther away, you don't have to keep it, you don't have to chase, love, it's the best practice.

Years have passed, we have lost and gained along the way, all the blank spaces are between turns, and all the beauty is in the place of looking back. After all kinds of things, the only thing that remains unchanged is the dedication to life, and we have been up and down like this, stumbling through year after year.

Some people say that the people who make the years into subtraction have great wisdom, in this red cherry, green plantain time, we are always tossing and turning between meeting and parting, waiting between the ups and downs, wandering in the lack of the moon and the full moon, experiencing and discarding at the same time, but also picking up.

Just like the ten or thirty years of hatred in Qiu Lang's heart, after all of them are subtracted, all that is left is beautiful, and then you will find out how happy you are.

The long road is lonely, and it will eventually need some beauty to support, and life must always maintain a happy hope. We will be in the blooming spring, looking forward to the maturity of autumn, but also in the silence of autumn, yearning for the spring of the purple and red, perhaps the beauty of life, lies in the hope, the implication of life, is to taste a thousand tastes, can still be grateful, thank fate for every good given us.

Time is always gentle as a flower, which allows us to meet happiness between turns. Time, like a small poem, is always in circulation, allowing us to find poetic beauty.

Many times, we are waiting, waiting for the arrival of the morning light, waiting for the right encounter, waiting for a snow to fall, waiting for the grandeur and magnificence of heaven and earth.

And all the waiting is just to let the heavy mind walk in the clearest posture, just like the ineffable realization in Zen.

etc., not necessarily indisputable, not necessarily disdainful. etc., just to go through all the barrenness, through the joys and sorrows of the years, and let life move forward in the alternation of time. Then, with good intentions, meet another better self.

Bingxin said, "Wait, don't look for it." "Come to think of it, all the gentleness and goodness will be vigorous and abundant in the generous palms of the years.

If understanding is the most beautiful way to remember, then wait

, it is far away and clear.

People have no foresight, they must have near-term worries, because they know the shortcomings of the moment, they will wait, they will learn from time to time, and they will learn from the past. Reserve all the gentleness, do not avoid, do not be confused, behind the busy, be a clear and clear self.

One day, you will find that when we give the years a shallow accumulation, the years will give us back deeply, quiet and abundant.

A journey of warmth, offering the simplest happiness, those once in the eyes of the prosperity, will gradually fade into the twilight, all the joy and sorrow will also fade secretly.

And an indifferent mood, down-to-earth gentleness, is the tranquility of time, which is set aside in the heart to breed the flavor of the situation, so that we can live brightly.

Thinking about it, the most beautiful life is like this, in the condensation of time, with peaceful eyes to examine the joys and sorrows of the passing years.

Perhaps, there are still some traces, which are no longer as clear as they once were, but warmth, because of the overlap of tolerance and tranquility, will always keep the affection in the bottom of the heart.

Life should be like this, just as the sun will converge brightly, and the drizzle will also damp the breath.

But all of this will not stop the heart's yearning. As long as you put every bit of calmness and enthusiasm into life, listen to the Sanskrit sounds of the years with your heart, precipitate yourself in waiting, and accumulate steadily.

Then this respectful walk, even if there is thorny entanglement, must be full of hope, and finally go to the brilliant.

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 be the melancholy of falling flowers and flowing water, there will be the openness of the sun, there will also be the trouble of cold and haze, there will be quiet paths, and there will be open windows, 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, half of the peach willow new, half of the elegant and tranquil, half of the still water deep flow, half of the plain heart is warm, the prosperity is all plain, after the hustle and bustle is the warmth, the depth of time, is the overflowing of 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, the life you want needs to work hard, the painting of the years, you also need to paint the most beautiful color.

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 and the long sky, from the shallow summer like smoke, to the railing to see the falling snow, the scenery, through the years, those freehand in the depths of the pure white poems, like a sea of flowers, have been raised, falling on me

In my heart, my life is fragrant.

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, there is always a scenery that can unload the tiredness of the body and accommodate our joys and sorrows.

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 breeze, bring a window of warm sun, and try to live a breezy life.

Time to cook rain, years sewing 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 gathering and scattering, can not all cause and effect, with a quiet and gentle, smile to warm.

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.

(End of chapter)