The swallows have gone, but there will be a time when they come back; the willows have withered, but there is a time when they will be green again; the peach blossoms have faded, but there will be a time when they bloom again. But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? It's just that they escaped on their own: where are they now?
From now on, I will no longer look up at the blue sky or look down at the white water. I will only watch my steps carefully. I will step on the soil step by step and leave deep footprints!
Silence is a philosophy of life, and when used well, it is also an art. If you want your children to love the right path, you can't let them live like chickens under the wings of an old hen. That will lead to no future in their lives. "This should be the result of Zhu Ziqing's long-term life experience. When we first boarded the boat, it was still dark, and the rippling soft waves were so peaceful,
Euphemistically, it made us feel comfortable with the water. While thinking about the sky, I was looking forward to the state of drunkenness and wealth. When the lights were on, the gloom turned into darkness: the dim water light was like a dream; the occasional flash of light was the eyes of the dream. In front of the cabin, because of the bulging ceiling, it seems that we are always walking forward with our heads held high; so we, who are floating in the wind, look at the boats moored in the comfortable bays, and the boats are like a revolving door. The characters are like the lower world, so far away, and like looking at flowers in the fog, all hazy.
When I wash my hands, the days pass by the water box; when I eat, the days pass by. Passing through the rice bowl. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body in his agile way, It flew away from my feet. When I opened my eyes and saw the sun again, another day had passed. I hid my face and sighed, but the shadow of the new day began to flash through my sigh.