in the faint moonlight, I feel the shallow autumn wind with my heart, gently brushing my cheeks. I'm used to staying at home and doing my best in Shu Ren's filial piety. Mencius said, "You can't be a relative, you can't be a human being; You can't be a child if you don't follow your parents. " Perhaps this is also a kind of sage, who has almost reached the realm of meditation. There is no order of life, no concept of time, and the world is complicated, as if he is close to himself and seems to be far away.
the deep night, like a natural barrier, seems to isolate me from the world. A curved string moon hangs quietly in the night sky, and it is lonely to interpret the ups and downs, but it seems so ruined and cold. I return my mind to nature, and feel it quietly in the moonlight and breeze. Things are like floating clouds, fleeting. When you really understand Mencius' words, it will be too late, and all extravagant troubles will leave you.
I face the flatness and elegance of life with a indifferent attitude, and finally understand that the deepest artistic conception is to live in the present. I'm not out of touch, I just want to keep a true self, keep a human nature in the world of mortals, live quietly in my own world, concentrate on retreat, and look out the window faintly at the worldly life and intrigue. Feel the salvation of the soul silently, and filial piety comes first. Be indifferent to life and treat people sincerely, so that's good!
Some people ignore the sufferings of their parents, relatives and friends for their own selfish interests, and in the end, they only end up in a situation where they want to raise their children and don't wait for their relatives, and they regret it. That is a kind of deformity of the soul, and it is also a kind of obscurity of being a man. In fact, time is not so precious for many people, who are addicted to tables, restaurants, boring entertainment, rambling and pushing cups for a change. Drink and laugh, and forget your own truth.
The night is quiet, and the moon sets at the west window. I tap the keyboard with my fingertips, and lines of broken words flash on the screen. How many unspeakable worries, I want to stop talking, and how many unforgettable memories are indistinguishable from right and wrong. Out of the window, the half-moon color surprises poetry and dreams, and a touch of morning light reflects the soul of painting. When you wake up, who will accompany you today? Who will cut the candle with you? It is loneliness and melancholy that accompany me. And my poems are pure and happy.
in the quiet night sky, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the drifting clouds are impermanent, and the crescent moon is hidden, and the stars are shifting, which is like a shadow. For some people, it may also be a new artistic conception. I looked at the moonlit night sky and wondered how much time I had, and what I had known and what I had felt was dim after prosperity.
With a gentle twist of autumn wind, I can feel the calmness in my life. I don't care about color or appearance. After going through vicissitudes, I began to understand what it means to be calm. Today's self, has entered the ordinary. It turns out that people's life is so similar to the cycle of the four seasons, and life is always spent in complexity and always purified in dullness. In the moment of removing impetuousness, our hearts also sublimate, and the moon is half-curved, hanging in the sky, so calm and peaceful. Even if it is incomplete, that half is graceful and restrained, which is enough to add some imagination space to people. In the faint time, I hope we can grow old together.
I have seen all the seasons blossom and fade, read all the joys and sorrows of the world, and I have never seen the road of life, but I have always been lonely and speechless. Life is too short to see Qian Fan, wake up in the middle of the night, and the past is unbearable. It is my greatest regret to miss you in this life. In the world of mortals, people's hearts turn to their backs. Who will treat you like you first met? Who will stay in whose heart forever?
in life, there will always be irretrievable defects. There are always feelings that can't be told. A feeling can also be a feeling of indifference. Not all life will be perfect, not all emotions will be displayed in front of the world. People who know you will understand you even if you don't say it. People who don't understand just don't understand a thousand words.
it's hard to complain about tenderness when it's misty and rainy. I just want to see your sincere smile when the wind has passed without trace and the fragrance is still lingering. There is no deliberate loneliness, no deliberate sadness, and what I write is a pure mood, which makes the words sing in my life, not for flowers, not for regrets, but for the deepest trace of obsession in my heart.
The wind is getting colder, night is still young. Watch the tea mist rise and taste the vicissitudes of the world. The moonlight on earth is blurred. Tonight, I am intoxicated with your breath and don't want to wake up. But love is deep and shallow. Hair dyed white. Wandering lonely and empty, carrying a daydream, holding an empty heart, displaying a piece of plain paper and writing a thought. Along the way, looking back on the road, let the heart feel grateful, grateful for the past, the heart will be clearer, purify yourself with a grateful heart, and make your life full of color.
Once right and wrong, just like passing smoke, you don't have to try to catch it or pick it up, just let it be indifferent in the world of mortals. Since some things cannot be changed, we have to accept them, and some people will eventually fade out of our sight. Don't try to grasp too much, don't forget that we are also a passer-by on the journey, and eventually we will leave somewhere and die alone.
There are too many disappointments and imperfections in life. Make your own choices between the origin and the fate, so that your mind can remain indifferent forever. If possible, engrave our meeting deeply and leave it for years to read. All glitz is fleeting, and the road and scenery passed by pass away like running water. The most rare thing in life is to have a self-sustaining and steady life, and always have an Enron and a calm mind. This life will be much easier. Say goodbye to yesterday's misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Tonight, the moonlight is hazy, and it's only clear autumn for me.