Talk about it with a smile.

1, keep the dust, put the inner wealth in a quiet day, keep the quiet beauty of a window with the gentleness of words, make a happy life in the fleeting time, smile with you and watch you.

2. Who was whose past life? Who is whose Sanskrit in this life? Who is looking for who in autumn water? Who messed up the floating life again? But it turned out that after the prosperity, there was nothing. I vowed to be a romantic and have a dream. Butterfly dances in Zhuang Zhou, and flowers are not flowers.

3. In this world, many things are responsive; Many dreams are forgotten and unforgettable.

4. Time is silent, and there is always some coolness in the circulation of seasons. Everything has passed, everything has passed, and everything has survived. In the background of life, the combination of rigidity and softness has been added. Then the quiet life at this time is calm enough to disturb, stable enough to shake, and calm enough to be slapped by the strong wind.

Real freedom is to find that there is no road when no one helps, but there are roads everywhere ... Only those who can live will walk until the water checks my road, and then sitting there watching the rising clouds can be regarded as freedom. This is not because of the road, but because of the heart.

6, faint light, a hint of fragrance. It's full. I look back. In the bright and thorough sunshine, it is a landscape. A cup of fragrant tea, a roll of book ink, a bright window, a feeling. In quiet concentration, this is a time of complacency.

7. I like to start. Wherever we arrive, it belongs to yesterday. No matter how green the mountains are, how beautiful the water is and how soft the wind is. Too deep lingering has become a fetter, not only with feet, but also with the future.

8. If my heart will only be broken, I would rather change the flowers in one season, even if they wither, they will be fragrant and far-reaching, so that my heart will not be broken so lonely.

9. In this sunny day, I cherish the helplessness of all the infatuated years and render a bright blue sky with a smile.

10, time will get old and the past will get cold. Sitting by the window, scooping up a bowl of water and making a pot of tea still tastes like before, just a little indifferent.