We often pass by the edge of something, because we bow our heads in a hurry, and often have passed by several times, not knowing what once existed next to it. Some people will always be in the whirlpool of sadness, because they have been buried in the road and seem to be very anxious. The only pleasure of this kind of person is to wander in that poor memory occasionally.

Life, only slow down, you will find more beautiful moments.

When people are young, they hope that this life is to invite piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops, but after all, they can't escape the daily necessities.

slow work yields fine products

Haste makes waste.

Haste makes waste

The extremes meet, dragging so many prefixes, the most important thing in life is yourself.