In a hurry through each plain day running, suddenly, the time of summer will quietly pass. The dull time in the trivial details of the smoke and dust quietly slipped, suddenly look back, a variety of flavor.
The long drought meets the rain, is indeed extremely happy; The flood flooded the countryside, frying people in fear. But there is a touch of compassion in the heavens, and in the most critical moments, VRF system design the tears shed, to keep us alive.
After the rain, the long - lost blue sky and white clouds are so lovable. Life is always so unpredictable, accidents and surprises are always out of order. After a disaster, will always understand some life struggle, to see some separation, the heart will become more calm.
High and clean blue sky, like a huge skyscreen, such as flocculated white clouds Adrian Cheng, randomly painted a beautiful picture. The pure sky gives people a lofty and open feeling.
I want to be a floating cloud, floating with the wind, strolling in the clean blue, enjoying a simple and peaceful beauty. The wind comes and follows the wind. When the rain comes, the drops of rain accompany it. Not pleased by external gains, not saddened by personal losses, calmly face, calmly accept, everything naturally, the life calmly walks through.
Knowing that the world can never be what we imagine it to be company transfer. Everyone is in the cruel reality and dream of the vision constantly wandering, floating and sinking.
We can't make the world conform to us, we have to adjust ourselves to adapt to the world, in reality and dream alternated, constantly practice. With firm steps stand proudly in the reality walk, with gentle feelings leisurely wandering in the spirit of the country rich.
The ferry of years, every day in the performance of the reunion. Who and who are happy to meet, accompanied by years; Who is separated from who, each safe end of the world.
Have seen too many first see very happy, but no longer cross the dust and dust; Saw too many once envied very many others, but eventually the parting of the feelings dead wound.
Standing in the amenity of time, quietly enjoy the water, just want to hold a calm, quiet to be an outsider to see the scenery.
Early autumn of a rain, trickling down to announce the arrival of autumn to the people with a gesture.
The still night after rain, cool and comfortable, living in a humble room alone, brewing a cup of tea, holding a book, leaning on the xuan window, a confused and impetuous mood in the que du fu, a sense of lost feelings in the book chapter back and forth, a thousand turns, a hundred turns, impetuous heart, gradually returned to calm.
Words with its smart, light, embellish the heart, soak the lung to grab my soul, the whole body and mind will be trapped between the lines, deeply intoxicated.
A simple pen, a note, remember every moment of the natural state of mind; A message, a text, describing the morning and evening light of the drop; A text, a period of time, engraved fireworks taste of life.