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2018年02月04日
Spring meets the most beautiful self

Who said, the most beautiful scenery, always in the distance. And I, always, is just a light person, do not matter near, or far away. As long as the heart is clear, it must be spring.

Winter gradually, in the warmth of the new spring, I have a life of tenderness blossoming into a sea of flowers, alone. Like the wind, the discrete, the world is not happy, also not affected by love. Lean against the corner of time, hold a ray of sunshine, dye the fragrance of the flowers, the dew boil tea, quiet look at the time. In a flower red between low eyebrow, a bouquet of qingquan shallow smile, time is not old, the years have feelings.

I always feel that life is the most beautiful encounter, whether I meet a person or meet a beautiful scene, it is fate. The moon is sitting, walking in the rain, flowers in the wind, whispering in the wind. How many beautiful past, with the passing away, and how many destined to the fate of the oath to meet.

Buddha said: "all laws are born, all are fate. Accidental meeting, suddenly look back, doomed each other's life, only for the eye to meet the moment. The fate is destroyed, the edge is empty."

People have sorrow, the moon has the profit and loss, the building has been abandoned, the life float, all is so. Every turn is another expectation; Every parting is for a better meeting. Do not go to huaigu, also do not think of today, only put down all the shackles of the heart, alone leaning on the railings, watching the long wind and blue waves, watching the clouds.

Life, need not sharp edge, and let time to grind the corners, with the temperature of the sun, melt residue in the heart of a little cool. Hope heaven and earth day and the moon, will be boundless and boundless in the heart. With this vast expanse, you can sit in the quiet good years, and see the hidden distance. And life, even more because of the breadth of the heart, can be more intrinsic, bright and thorough.

Through the sunshine of the bath, the love of the grass, I will feel the heart of a feeling, sowing. Meeting the rain, is a rain of nourishing; When I meet the wind, it is a free ride. Meeting flowers is an amazing attachment; To meet the butterfly is to be affectionate.

The beauty of all those paths, even a dream, is enough to fill your years. Casual or emotional, affectionate or heartless, but come, will take heart to deep flavor; After walking, also will be remembered.

And we, just need to take a flower open posture, arbitrary origin and margin. The dust has never been like water, why do you love? The bright fireworks in the night sky, never to tell people, it turned into the dust of the silence, is a kind of warmth. It would be better to leave behind only the end of prosperity and desolation, but to break, but not to grieve. If you are sad, you can mourn for it, but you can't change its persistence. After years, gradually understand, the original only calm, is the most elegant self. There is no sorrow in the world, no matter how the moon goes down.

In fact, all meet, there is a farewell; All departures will be met in another way. Meeting is the best thing in life.

Meet all people, not meet the best of you. Keep a pear flower like snow, quiet with a pool of plain lotus lotus, with a kind of quiet and elegant, look at the time in the casual age. Blossom, listen to the rain; Flowers fall, the wind. You come, I greet; You go, no. Even though I am in the sea, I am still in the corner of this time. The mountains and rivers are all visitors, and I am the only one who has stopped in the crossing.

Outside the window, a curtain of light rain is the heart of the heart, I carry a side of cloud, the number of feelings. When the rain stopped and the butterflies fluttered, I knew that under the rainbow bridge, the wind was blowing, and it was the most beautiful of all. You know, you know, it's the golden age.

The depth of the season, the need for our careful taste, gentle touch, only to know the thickness of its deposits. With a ray of sunshine warm in the heart, with a piece of cloud from the feeling. Let us take a pair of wings and let us fly to the open sky. In the most tranquil state of life, meet the most beautiful fate, the most beautiful self.

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