Lofty silence

Silence is like a flower, blooming in a lonely corner. Silence is believing in destiny, believing that time can prove it. Silence is not the acquiescence of the melodious greeting, but the silent self-sustaining, self-sustaining for the truth, self-sustaining for the truth, self-sustaining for the true feelings, and self-sustaining for the true heart.

Silence is to leave a blank, to leave a little imagination for yourself, to leave a little room for yourself. Only by leaving room can we move forward and backward freely. Silence is always connected to the depth, and it is always unrelated to the shallow. Silence also gives life its true colors, and its soul shines brightly.

The surface of the water, which had been broken by the ship, was silent, and the cliffs locked by the fog were silent. Many, many silences create large areas of silence, and the sound of water and birds no longer symbolizes the richness of nature. The silence of the world has been repeatedly purged, making the silence clearer and the silence more silent. The drizzle of late autumn is spreading, the winds of early winter are spreading, and of course the endless silence is spreading.

Silence requires cultivation, and keeping one's mouth shut is also kung fu. Soft in heart, low in posture, reticent and cautious, let the secret always become a secret. Speaking is the touch of language, and more touches sometimes have no meaning at all. Silence also needs not be filled, because silence itself is power. Silence is wise silence, humble silence, silence that makes you with time.

No more laughing, no more crying, often very calm, so calm that there is not a word. It was thoughtful silence. Hiding from the sidelines without saying a word, silence is often more powerful than words. Silence is accumulating strength, plotting, waiting, waiting for the amazing burning, waiting for the earth-shattering outbreak. He would write poems on the gray walls and would roar in the wilderness. The silent man looked at the green landscape, showing his white teeth, and I heard him smile very casually in no man's land.

There was no sound since childhood, and there is no sound now. A lifetime of silence has filled all the grievances and helplessness, and to this day it is still like this, at most it is to shake the branches and leaves of the upper body when there is wind. I also learned this posture and wanted to face this rude world with this posture. I counted the days when the old trees had struggled, and there were deep dark clouds, light brown birds, and countless dead yellow leaves falling from the trees.

Excellent people are often silent people, not noisy, not ostentatious, just thinking in silence, moving forward in silence. The excellent process is the process of tribulation, not depressed, not complaining, silently removing impurities, silently refining the essence. Only by completing the precipitation in silence can we achieve loneliness in loneliness.

Silent, clean, and a little chilly. It's hard to have chemistry with other people, and it's always been pristine. Touching the true nature, seeing the true color, the nature is the original, and with a little understanding, it becomes the one outside the world. I like the style of a hermit and be a vegetarian with good looks and weather. Within a hundred years, within a hundred miles, not greasy but clear, not standard but unique, it is clearly a lonely version that is on the verge of extinction.

Silent in the noisy life, watching the clouds rolling in, listening to the ebb and flow of the tide, walking their own way, doing their own thing. Time consumes me, I consume time, time is still young in mutual consumption, but I am silently aging. All silent, all quiet, there is a kind of narcissism, there is a sense of self-satisfaction. The silent person understands nothingness, sees through nothingness, constantly refines in silence, and constantly sublimates in silence.

Multicolor became monochromatic, noise turned into silence, a night without time, a night with silence. I was in the depths of the night, and the occasional starlight lit up the memories of yesterday. Everything is irretrievable, everything will gradually disappear, along with the shallow smile of you in the deep dream. I couldn't get any closer to that silent time again, allowing a young green shoot to grow in that dark place.

There are not many people in this world who can calm down. Keep quiet and keep your heart. Quiet can think, quiet can nourish. The truth is made clear after silence, and the truth is entered into the heart after silence. Quiet is also freedom, looking at the mountains and listening to the water in silence, thinking about the world, seeing the world clearly, and seeing oneself clearly. Learn to pass the time with silence and embrace the world with warmth. Return to innocence in silence, and the world is a clear world.

Silence should be considered a high-distance process, cold, lonely, high above the water's shore, far to the edge of the sky. It was always so melancholy, full of that delicate and stoic melancholy. Silence grew in the sound of rain, like a unique pink flower. The time of silence must be a delicate time, filled with countless egos, always narcissistic, always self-pitying. The lofty silence comes from the past, but also points to the future, a delicate heart, a lonely person --