It is easy to stick to a life in this world, but it is difficult to stick to a original intention.

No matter how disappointing this world is, there is still something called beauty growing in the dark.

Most of the so-called beautiful things in the world are like this. They can only preserve their nature by living quietly in their own beauty.

Time is endless, and everything in it has its own origin and destination, and each has its own survival abilities and skills.

The noise goes away, leaving only tranquility. I think such tranquility is closer to the essence of life.