Thank you for meeting me.

We are all looking for friends with similar souls in the floating world, a passer-by, which is the true trace of the silent years.

Open, this long scroll of ink and wash, falling flowers, autumn waters and Long song, are all beautiful and distant.

I just want to live up to it, not waste time, just carve time into a happy look.

Sitting on the shore of fallen flowers, listening to the sound of water and smelling the flowers.

A word in the palm of your hand, gently falling, quietly listening through the dust, the dialogue between heart and time.

The branches of the season, the years polish the smoothness and smoothness along the way, let them pass through all the noise, and do not change the original intention of the heart.

Perhaps, the story of time is a landscape of mountains and water spinning.

Go as soon as you meet; Fate, no chance, every trip has helplessness and gloom.

In the past, only letting go was the best fulfillment. But thank you anyway. The journey of life met me.

Often, I am aphasia, hiding in a certain space, longing for the time of a palm, and my soul wandering alone in the text.

At this moment, there are words, music and feelings, needless to say. Everything is peaceful and beautiful.

This world, warmth and cool thin originally coexisted. Time can only give us a better self.

I finally understand that companionship is the longest confession, and the most beautiful scenery is the last one.

Crossing time and distance, those warmth, those love, are all beautiful things that years can't replicate.

I like this brocade, this music, that black and white chapter.

Don't ask why, don't ask the way, just look for loneliness in the bustling.

Find happiness in sadness and turn quiet thoughts into the gentlest raindrops in the world.

Days overlap inch by inch. Give the beauty to the years to support, and write the treasure in your hand.

Ren Qin's warmth enters the bottom of my heart, coupled with the smile between my eyebrows and eyes.

Years are long and can only be gentle.

Life, perhaps, is a complex and endless cycle, with Zen.

Some people can only pass by, while others can suddenly look back. The alternation of light and shadow reflects the gentle years,

No matter the ups and downs, I just want to move around, which is my own safety in the world of mortals.

The heart is there, but the feeling is not strong. I just want to be a simple and natural amateur with temperature.

In fact, life is a journey of exploration. Only by knowing yourself first can you know the life you want.

Some deliberate words and forms are really unnecessary. A friendship between gentlemen is enough for a hundred flowers to blossom.

When you spend a lot of time, you should learn to reduce complexity and simplify it.

Abandon some greed and greed, leaving a calm and more sober.

Return the color to the years, just for yourself, walk quietly, and touch the beauty given by time with a quiet heart.

If you don't persist and live up to your expectations, if there is beauty in your heart, the flowers will be full.

Years sift away dust and sand, and we filter memories. A smile, hidden between the lines of happy time;

A kind of existence, simple and warm, converts to truth in the thin and cool fireworks. This world, because I am here, will live a wonderful life.

Choose your own choice, let go of your baggage and pick up a warm and quiet year in the cold.

In this way, it's good to hold half an acre of flower fields, and it's fun to open and fall.

Maybe life is not perfect in the end,

Sometimes silence is to scroll through the four seasons and restore the original you in situ.

In fact, we are all lonely walkers. Many times, if we understand it, it will warm our hearts. Listening will drive away troubles.

There are some beautiful things in the world that we can protect with the purest heart.

Because I believe that I exist. Look at a happy little word and a dripping rain;

Appreciate a pleasing painting and calligraphy, and experience a tour of landscape economy, which is light and quiet.

Looking back, the road, the traces of different shades,

There are joys and sorrows, all of which are piled up by time, and the stories in the story are still flourishing.

The floating river bank is as fragile as a butterfly. If, between coming and going, get rid of entanglement, smooth and natural, and only bloom in the sunshine.

Let the words sealed in the misty rain combine with the breath of the palm and precipitate into an eternal beauty of Mika.

Unless you live up to your youth, you and I will live up to our initial intentions and feelings.

There is not much to cherish or care about in this world.

If the years are quiet, time will be gentle, just like the first time, when the flowers first bloom.

Time is warm. You see, the wind is mild and the sky is blue.

Everything is just right.

Plant a heart, in the season, in the fleeting time, in the heart.

May there be years to look back and treat this life gently.