Author: Zimo

In April, flowers bloom on the road, in August, flowers fall in autumn, autumn wind rolls high in the sky, clouds perch on the top of the mountain, on the path where flowers fall On the road, the songs of time, the road of life, the scenery of life, everything is constantly changing. Some people say it is a dream, some people say nothing, but it can also be seen that everyone is a guest in the world of mortals.

On the shore of time, time is passing. The sailing boat is far away from the shore, and the setting sun is in the shadow. The morning and evening are direct, and the clouds and rain are charming; time waits for no one, let alone leisure. Live up to your time, run thousands of miles, and there will be no life in this life. There are many things that I am willing to follow, I can find my own happiness by myself, and I can ferry my own destiny by myself.

Seasons change, at the turn of summer and autumn, the years and seasons meet, there is a relationship to some extent, the deep feelings cannot be retained, meditation in many traces, a bit of joy, and the dazzling beauty of the scenery.

Ordinary days are called years when combined, and life when combined. This is the trajectory of life. In this world with all kinds of complexities, I am afraid that nothing is unchangeable. Nothing is indescribable, and there is nothing eternal or immortal.

Hope is because life is limited, disappointment is because life is short, and I hope that time will give the answer, but time flies and everything changes in an instant.

The days are soaked in firewood, rice, oil and salt, slowly fermenting; time does not spare anyone, and we do not spare time, and we are still dependent on each other; the road of life is twists and turns, follow a path that you like As we walked on, we were confused by too many intersections.

Stop and look around. The activities of life have passed from youth to forty years. The time passed, the days spent, and the long years have become memories.

It is also poetic. Some days are also indispensable records in life. There are choices in the marks, ideals in the traces, different scenes in a big drama, different years and life situations, which complicate life.

However, flowers bloom with joy and flowers fall with sadness. No matter what, you live your own life, manage your own life, and make your own decisions about your own life. No matter how the wind and waves rise, no matter how wet the rain is, no matter how hard the suffering continues, , let the ending be wordless.

Looking back at the past days, feeling everything that happened, I know how difficult the years are, and I also know how to cherish them. I have cried bitterly and been happy, but I can't escape the ravages of the years. Regardless of our feelings, we insist on going our own way. Interpret the changes of nature.

The road is muddy and life is bumpy. The hardships will pass after a while. If you work hard, you will be encouraged and allow yourself to be a little proud. The road of life is full of twists and turns, right and wrong, ups and downs, which makes the fragile life continue to be strong. Although it is not always romantic and wonderful, you can feel the beauty of life. Have hope for life, go on firmly and persistently, and live with a tolerant attitude. Only such a life has meaning and value.

The four seasons of life, spring, summer, autumn and winter, spring is the beginning, the fragrance of peaches and plums is very beautiful, summer is the quiet time when the flowers bloom brilliantly, autumn is mature, golden and shining, the harvest is brilliant, winter is quiet and snow-capped , green pines. This is life, this is time, this is scenery.

When walking along the traces left by the years, it is inevitable to have regrets. The road of different shades is nothing more than walking, crossing, crossing and then reminiscing, and it is also a difficult journey to reach today. , all traces will serve as a kind of memorial to comfort yourself.

The fading time, scattered thoughts, and a bit of worry are all stories in life. All of them are poems, songs, and paragraphs. The past events and autumn hearts, I On a full moon night, waiting for beauty, a picture is quietly rendered.

I like the poem in Wang Wei's "Zhongnan Farewell": "Walking to a poor place with water, sit and watch the clouds rise." It not only means "There is no way out in the mountains and water, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers." , it is more about Zen realizing the self-liberation of the soul.

The environment comes from the heart, the scenery follows the wind, no fear, no regrets, time and life are a new beginning every day, support life with mood and temperature, get used to being with your own mood, No matter whether the world agrees with my preferences or not, life still moves forward alone on the road of life.

As Maugham said in "The Shackles of Life": "What will happen in the future? I won't think about it at all. If I think about today and worry about tomorrow all day long, what's the point of life?"

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