Author: Zhang Xueyong
Morning and dusk alternate, and the four seasons reincarnate. A wisp of time is superimposed, warm and moist the years, and look forward to the earth. What you see is the traffic on the city streets, lit up at dusk.
But did you know? A corner of the city, painted with the vicissitudes of the world, dressed up and lonely.
In a person's life, he may pass by a wall of flowers and shadows, or he may pass by a mountain of clouds and rivers. Once the gentle rain, two lines of flowers splashed with tears. At the mouth of the alley of the bluestone slab, only the paper is short and long, and the poetry is a line.
A petal of the past, like flowing water, has gone through the change of seasons and walked out of heavy memories. Give me a bend of the moonlight at dusk, and I will give you a beautiful fate. Compassion writes, discerning people. How persistent life is, how beautiful life is.
The soul and fragrance meet, that is the love of the heart, the eyes meet the beauty, that is the eyebrows that live up to life.
I always think that compassion is Zen thought, and discerning opportunity. When I think of it, my eyes are full of compassion, and when the flowers fall, the past is gone. No matter how sad life is, don't forget that beauty is the true meaning.
A trip to the mountains, a trip to the water, life has not stopped. A trip to flowers, a trip to rain, life is a passerby. Indifferent and calm, smiling at the red dust and tears. An inch of poetry stays in the sun and the moon, and the eyes are happy and comfortable.
Maybe the years are quiet at this moment, maybe the chicken feathers are on the ground at this moment. Even if the world is cold, you must have flowers in your heart. Shallow joy, quiet love, encounter a little messy, to slowly let go.
Walking in the red dust, it is not necessarily rich and expensive, and if you make peach blossom wine, there must be a pair of singers. No matter how much wind and frost there is in the world, peace of mind will be warm in winter and cool in summer.
Before getting drunk and falling into flowers, chase dreams a little bit. In life, only freedom can make the mood happy, and only self is the truth of life. In this world, prosperity is also going to end, and loneliness is also happy. A dish and a soup are true feelings, and a grass and a tree are compassion.
Life is like a poem, gathering and dispersing are fate, and joy and sorrow are thoughts. Drink two or three spring breezes, drunk seven or eight points of beauty. It is necessary to have both bittersweet feelings and lovesickness.
With compassion and discernment, I wish life a beautiful life and a peaceful life.