(Prose) Time is quiet, time passes by

There are too many whispers in this world that we don’t understand, so don’t get involved. Be a person with a heart full of compassion, love yourself, and love every day when the sun comes as promised.

The seasons are getting farther and farther away, and the days are getting colder and colder. The wind sets up a barrier in the morning and evening, just to clearly separate the sadness of reunion and separation. Even if you are the person who loves to listen to stories the most, you will never allow your lingering eyes to read the first chapter of the world over and over again. Therefore, we have to keep walking and don't wait and see. If we wait and see for a long time, we will be too lazy to draw the original makeup. The love between seasons is like that woman carrying a heavy suitcase, rushing from the crowded platform to the time a few years later, not daring to look back, because she is afraid that her memory will be broken by accident. wall, resulting in a lose-lose situation for both sides.

Many times, I have been thinking that the day when autumn comes to sing songs seems to have not gone far for me. I just leaned my back against the mountains and closed my eyes slightly in the soft sunlight. The season had already passed through my fingers, leaving only a cool page of poetry. I also wonder if I can plant a ridge of acacia under the old locust tree in the yard before my heart freezes. After the fragrance of time passes by, it will grow into a misty leaf and half a peach blossom, and be visited by someone who knows me. Collect it, taste it, enter your heart, and be deeply attached to it.

This earthly relationship is the happiness I cooked in the peach blossom realm. It is like the years caressing my eyes, and I suddenly meet you warmly, and the fingertips with the familiar body temperature brush my lips. The tips of her hair, her face, her every glance are all peaceful and fleeting. And at that charming ferry, I held a scroll of years and chanted you word by word to my lips. I hope that there are dreams in the distant mountains, and the time brings warmth, and the thousands of affections that cross the corners of my eyes and brows will always be at peace. Here, please keep your face.

I have always believed that the encounter between people is a kind of love. Even if the emotional curve later has a breaking point, and in those fragmented ties, no matter how to avoid it, there will be no trace of love. They are all extremely closely related. The warmth of the past is God's favor, the charm of cultivation in the dust, like flowers blooming outside the clouds, the splendor of fireworks, and the grace of mountains and rivers, all just to achieve that beautiful perfection.

However, all causes and effects are invitations from fate. The Buddha promised the world to meet, but the Buddha could not prevent the world from being dispersed. Everything is the leading edge in reincarnation. Therefore, you may have passed by, you may be alienated, and there is no need to complain. Just take good care of your heart, live in the present, and cherish what is in front of you. If your heart understands, it will be peaceful and warm, and it will be complete in the wind, flowers, snow, and moon.

Sometimes, I wish that life could be slowed down, the scenery needs to be seen slowly, and the emotions need to be followed slowly. And slowly you will find that some people who once existed clearly in your eyes are, in the end, nothing more than a small episode of flowers blooming and fading. They were brilliant for a moment, but disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

If you walk for too long on a journey, your heart will become tired for no reason. You always feel like you are in a cloud and fog. No matter how hard you try, you cannot clearly interpret the most beautiful thing in the past. This is the so-called fate, there is no betrayal, no catering. Therefore, let those who can come come cleanly, and let those who should go go cleanly. And we only need to learn to be gentle and kind people, leaving behind the clouds and rains of eight thousand miles, and paying close attention. Appreciate the various tastes of the world, smile at the cold and warm, abide by the simple state of mind, and watch the worldly relationship like water.

Once, a delicate and delicate woman asked me what kind of picture Cheng Shouwang was in my heart. I said, as long as it can be seen in the heart and eyes, it is naturally the beauty of mountains and rivers. Perhaps, we really don’t need to mind. As for whether there is an old story behind that landscape that you don’t know, you just need to smile and say no directly.

Because when we are walking on the road, we meet a person, and we meet the right emotion. We must believe that there are only so many fates between people, and every relationship will be unique and irreplaceable. substitute. As we say, everyone has a warm feeling, like walking slowly in the mortal world, boating in the sea of ????people, and in the picture of time passing by, we can still meet and treat you tenderly. What reason do we have not to love? .

When every day passes repeatedly in my eyes, I said, I may be able to count the sun and the moon, but I can no longer count the smoke and dust in the corners of my eyes.

Also, I often see an appearance above the smoke and dust, just like the indifferent eyes of passing years, always verifying my loneliness that cannot fade away. So, I felt nostalgic for the years again and again, and after feeling so sad, I deleted all my worries, and then retreated to the dust alone.

Just imagine, at that prosperous moment, who would think of my face as old as the morning bell and evening drum. In the most beautiful years, we always fall into panic because we can't tell the direction of a road. Then calm down your mind a little, and let yourself be temporarily intoxicated by the delicacy of a flower. In that brief moment, the wind and moon come into your eyes, the words are painted into poems, and your heart is filled with slight ripples. Yi Ru, finally waiting for you, fortunately I did not waste these many years.

This autumn, longing always comes as promised. There are no traces of birds flying in the vast fields. Everything is empty after the grass and trees are quiet. Those coldness and ferocity of the world seem to be just a chance encounter when the fallen leaves are flying. As long as you learn to bury it with a smile, it can be faded into time in the blink of an eye.

In the morning, when you wake up, you can still see the bright sunshine, like soft ironing, gently unfolding, and then quietly folding, so this time can be spent in silence quickly. Over the winter. When two people stay together for a long time, they will feel warm in their hearts in the mundane life, and that kind of warmth is the compassionate thoughts of time, and the longer they stay together, the more they will fill their hearts.

Having traveled through the world and experienced all kinds of human relationships, perhaps, one day, you will pause for a moment while standing under the light of time. At that moment, there was no entanglement or hesitation, nor was it regret for missing something, but a clear understanding and a gentle and soft aftertaste. We are grateful, we are relieved, and we have not wasted our minds because of a promise that was not fulfilled. There were so many wonderful things in the days that passed by, but they disappeared in the clouds and clouds.

There is still too much reluctance in the years that have gone away quietly, and they have fallen to dust among the flowers blooming and falling. However, time will definitely teach us how to cherish and cherish every sunny day, as if we are always together, warm and dependent on each other.

Happiness in the world is generally like this. Two people, one coming from the south, the other going north, then coincidentally slow down at the fork in the road of time, and find a trace of familiarity in their eyes. So, I recognized you as the woman who grinded and served tea for me in my previous life, and I was the traveler from the end of the world who gave you half of the autumn wind.

Even if the years are added up again and again, the time in the corner of the eye and the flower marks on the fingertips are hidden between waiting and longing. If it is really in the heart, it will not be damaged by the years. Half a point. And we who are born in this world must learn to deal with thousands of changes with calmness, never compromise, never live up to it, never be cold to each other, never be determined and indifferent, just watch the beauty of one season, watch the flowers bloom and fall, watch the joys and sorrows as we please, and let Every watch is filled with inner warmth as much as possible. Such a kind of experience and precipitation is the happiness that life cannot replicate.

Xue Xiaochan said, if you understand me, we are, Su Xinhua versus Su Xinren. The implication is that falling in love with someone is like time filled with snow in a silver bowl. No matter how you look at it, it is pure and clear love. And the road of life, how to walk, seems to be an inherent pattern. You only need to let your mind settle quietly, and follow the thin catkins that flow through the young time, or fly flowers and chase dreams, or the state of tea Zen, like an indelible imprint of a journey, no matter how you try to figure it out, it is the smell of distant mountains and close waters.

Therefore, try to let life have more poetic tenderness. The feeling is like the fireworks in winter, warming you warmly, loving you properly, and hurting you every time. , a glance back, a brush of shoulders, and we are drunk into the smile lines in the corners of each other's eyes, no longer asking about the origin and destination.

Everything is like, you are here and I am still here. Choose your location and listen to a worldly drama. You are gone, but I am still here. There are some promises in my heart that I have never forgotten.