In the distance, the sky was low and misty, the wet mist lingered over the mountains, and the leaves shivered in the autumn wind. I deeply feel that the taste of winter is getting stronger and stronger.
I walked gently towards the balcony of the lucky grass, with its slender, curly green stems and green heart-shaped leaves facing each other. Although it is not a famous flower, I like its quiet and indifferent look. It seems that the arrival of late autumn has not affected its tranquil mood at all. It only stands in a quiet corner, and with a touch of pure smile, it cleans up the worldly clutter and noise.
This humble plant is a poem, a quiet and happy poem. I couldn't help myself, I wrote a small poem for it: "The autumn is full of mountains, and I have no intention of admiring the light. The greenness makes the posture soft, and the fragrance is quiet."
Everyone is always eager to live their lives smoothly. I always hope to have a heart that is bright and clear, and walk in the corridor of time, enjoy the spring flowers and autumn fruits, and enjoy the fragrance of time.
However, there is always a moment that makes you suddenly sad; there is always some tone that makes you suddenly sore; there are always some actions that make you suddenly feel cold. There are always things that make you see people and see your heart inadvertently. In fact, prosperity does not necessarily bring happiness, and smile does not necessarily mean happiness.
In my busy schedule, I don't even have time to ask myself, how long haven't I sat down to read the books quietly, how long haven't I watered the flowers on the balcony, and how long haven't I played a favorite song?
Walking past the white wall Dewa, walking lonely and prosperous, I just want to commit myself to the red dust and listen to the flowers quietly. I just want to borrow a pair of pure white feather wings and fly in pursuit of happiness.
I tapped on the keyboard lightly and wrote a line in my diary: past years and years, no matter how the world changes, remember to give myself a smile every day, even if the whole world only gives me a back, I will have to smile and cocoon the smile Butterflies, lingering with happiness!
But who can turn the past into a breeze? Who can turn a bitterness into a sparkling blue wave? Who can pick up the emotional fragments and laugh like a song? Many times, things like this Jin Qiu Bi Tian, always too late to discuss, turned around and left, knowing where to go, leaving only a cruel story without ending, let people nostalgia, wandering in place.
Bai Luomei said: After all, love and hate are like smoke and a short life, so why bear too much. In the past, love was like a falling flower and a drizzle. After the splendid possession, if it can be cleaned and forgotten, it may be a kind of transparency. People come and go, and gatherings always follow.
When the years dappled the former friendship, when everything can never go back to the past, let all the troubles and unhappiness turn into a traceless wound, let it go with the wind.
Buddha said: The person you hate will never see you again in the next life, so don't waste time on him; the person you love will never see you again in the next life, so be careful with him in this life.
Even if there are three thousand troubles, it is better to smile. No matter how big, tomorrow will become a story. From now on, cherish all kinds of love on earth, so that every day, there will be peace, compassion and simplicity.
With the sea in my heart, my heart can be widened. With spring in my heart, my heart can bloom. With happiness in my heart, I can fly. Take a meter of sunshine, smile and welcome every blue morning light!