Author: Zhang Xueyong
The edge of time, longing for an exile, may have no direction. Every stay is for the flower of memory.
I wish to spend my life with joy and be calm with time. Waiting for a bloom, maybe just looking forward to it. Waiting for a reunion, there may be no platform. Come in full costume and expect the flowers to bloom.
Life is a dream that you can't wake up from. Those who understand you, look back; People who don't understand you are confused. Fold the letterhead of the years and pretend to be compassionate.
I wish to spend my life with joy and be calm with time. According to a curtain of moon, read a page of a book, time is calm, even if it is not moved. I like the mountains and rivers, and I like the joy of life.
When you are sad, you pretend to be beautiful in your heart, and when you are depressed, you plant three acres of flower fields in your heart. If there is sunshine in the heart, you will not be confused on the road, and if you live in Qinghuan, the city will be full of wind and snow.
Look up at the white clouds, and lower your eyebrows. The beauty of the world always comes one after another. The wind sends a line of poems, and flowers make a pot of wine. A cup of tea before the rain, two inkstones of pen and ink.
I wish to spend my life with joy and be calm with time. The green mountains are slanting at dusk, and the sunset is nearly dusk. One wind and one water, yellow chrysanthemum, three flowers and five butterflies.
We are all passing by. After years of joy and sorrow, the past is faint, and finally there is a wisp of breeze, and the fallen leaves are scattered.
I wish to spend my life with joy and be calm with time. All the way forward, affectionate past. Live up to the years, live up to the heart, love the fireworks in this world, and live the life you want.