Life is a tree that blooms, quiet or warm, lonely or bright.

The days are getting heavier and heavier in the rings of the years, and those naïve, vibrant, or contemplative souls are engraved with deep and shallow, thick or faint imprints in the prosperity and hustle and bustle. I appreciate the saying: Life is a vain.

In fact, after many years, everyone is not trekking in this vanity? crying in real laughter, laughing in real crying, a note of smoke and rain, half a curtain of dreams, many times, we have to admit: life, not not lonely, just don't want to say.

Listening to the dust in a silent place, I gradually understood: In life, there will always be a lot of helplessness, hope, disappointment, longing, hesitation, after suffering, you will know sweetness, after pain, you will know how to be strong, and after being stupid, you will grow.

In life, there are always some embarrassing blanks, some people, let you worry, but can not keep together, some things, let you envy, but can not have, some miss, let you nostalgia, but regret for life.

In this noisy world, we need to have a place for ourselves to rest our souls.

Perhaps, it is a quiet house, perhaps, it is a wordless scripture, perhaps, it is a labyrinthine path. As long as it is where your heart goes, it is a post station, so that when you set off in the future, you will no longer be so confused.

The red dust is 3,000 zhang, and it is read in the mountains and rivers. Life is not always smooth sailing. Because of love, so let go, because let go, so silent, because of an understanding, so peace of mind to look back.

Perhaps, days with wind and rain carry the weight of life, and days with light wind and clouds are more suitable for quiet comprehension.

I deeply understand that not everything in this world is as imagined. Sometimes the mountains are the story of the water, the clouds are the story of the wind, and sometimes the stars are not the story of the night, and the love is not the story of love.

In the journey of life, many people walk and walk, and then they disperse, many things are looked at and watched, and they fade, many dreams are made and done, and many tears are flowed and flowed, and they are done.

Life was originally the vicissitudes of life in the wind and dust, but looking back, the hot and cold state of the world has become bitter and sweet.

I like the kind of beauty that is light to the extreme, not impatient, tepid, soothing and orderly, a shallow smile, thousands of affectionate, a little dusty and smoke, light thoughts. In the depths of time, watching the flowers bloom, although they have gone through all the vicissitudes of life, they are still smiling and warm as ever.

In fact, it's not that I don't know how to love, it's that I have loved and know how to drink. In the strangeness of life, no one has changed the criss-crossing past, but in the gradual distantaway retrospective, those who have been hurt and cried have been interpreted into strength, and those who can't bear to forget and never forget have dried into landscapes.

Standing on the top of the years to graze the soul, a trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, red dust, vicissitudes, passing years, Qinghuan, a person's night, we finally learned: in a careless heart, smile at the white moonlight of two people.

A touch of comprehension, collection of bits and pieces of happiness, over the years, through the temperature of the fingertips, hope that the years are quiet, this way, you will find that life in us, warmth, has always been a kind of traction, isn't it?

There is a kind of vicissitudes of life, there is a kind of distant view called tearful smile, there is a pursuit called shallow meditation, and there is a kind of beauty called light to the extreme.

Give life a reason to smile, don't let your heart carry too much weight, give yourself a way to keep warm, seek with the obsession of the wind, take the attitude of the lotus to be tranquil, smile with a smile, and polish the years into the most beautiful scenery of the branches of life.