If there is an afterlife, be willing to be flowers and plants, no sorrow or joy

In the fleeting years of indifference, the years are so flashy, a journey of reincarnation of time, and then it's opened. The plain river bank, the night shadows are floating, Near is the day of birds singing, flowers fragrant and human feelings, far is the time of stars shining, and time flows like a dream. No matter how many times the world goes, no matter how many flowers bloom, there is the sound of the river and the taste of moonlight, just like my love for life. And the kindness to the world, at this time, the flower and the moon are just right! And I sit alone in a corner, and look at the brilliance of the lights, read the micro language of the ups and downs of the river, then vaguely heard the steps of those years from the ancient times, and vaguely felt their passing breath with me. Let go of the tiredness once At this moment, I am so close to the soul of heaven and earth. In front of the East River, watch the time flow by inch. As if, for a moment, my green silk has been mercilessly dyed white by the years; for a moment, my mind has been peeled off lightly by the earthly glitz.

If there is an afterlife, be willing to be flowers and plants, no sorrow or joy.

It does not like to tell, just like to listen to the wind, listen to the rain, listen to the echo of life, life is a kind of mature, an open-minded, a kind of calm The world is murmuring with the water, floating a dream, and the moon is just a few autumn.

If my life is like a flower, the style of the moon, my body and mind are like the warmth of smoke and clouds, there is no more intense flame in my eyes, there is no more desert and disordered loneliness in my past, any mood is light The pursuit of distant beauty is only occasional. You pave a wide and smooth road. Fate will always test your life, and the embarrassment in the real world is the normal life. If the world has also fallen asleep, it's just the right time to walk too long, too long, too many smoke clouds, and always have to have a dream, even if it's thousands of years to wake up, and only to be a guest of the world and the world, to restore the truth of their own once, even though at this time or relatives or friends or confidants, to die is no longer the landscape of the past.

I'm lucky to pass by this splendid world.

Born in the world of mortals, there must be something about the world of mortals to decorate our minds. "Yes" years, even if there are countless reasons to be quiet, but that is only life's feedback after its occasional bumps. In the bones of plants, there is a kind of verve, beauty and tranquility, a fascinating thing. It can wash for people from time to time, and "relieve sorrow" the worldly world, whose heart can be free from dust.