You always need a place to find beauty, to shelter your soul.
In the most beautiful seasons of life, all the verdancy in life grows under the warm sun, all the flowers compete for beauty, all encounters are full of warmth. Such days are bright and warm.
Life's hurried pace, there will always be various worries, and there will always be sunshine accompanying warm progress. Because there is seasonal tolerance, there is this tree after tree of flowers blooming. Time passes quickly, you must learn to be at ease, what cannot be retained, put it deep in your heart, what is lost, simply collect it. Sometimes you need hope to replace disappointment, joy to fill regret, and calm composure to reach your desired distant land. Touch life with your heart, and you will retain a bit of poetry. If you smile, you will be fragrant all the way.,
Often, we rush along, not knowing that the crimson years have changed, although we are dusty and windblown, it's rare to have a moment of leisure. Occasionally slow down, flip books, take walks, drink tea, those small joys are all due to mood. Such days, there is flower fragrance to collect, book fragrance to collect, simple food and daily necessities, are the ordinary days, although flat but also stable.,
Time carves out the flowing and fading flowers, you always need a scenic spot to place your soul, there is always a scene that makes you linger, and everything is full of love. Time, like a blooming tree, or stunning or elegant. Whatever you've fallen in love with, is beautiful.
Possess a simple heart, strive to walk each road, time will always give you abundant gifts, life has so many roads to walk, reserve a sense of anticipation, the future will surely be good, like this road's flower redness and green, like us walking together, the warmest affection.
Sometimes you meet, can touch the softest part of your heart, a breeze, fragrant sleeves, sometimes warm feelings come through the dust. Those heartfelt kindnesses are deep in the years, and are in harmony with time.
In life, the longing is not the blooming and fading of spring flowers, not the breathtaking of summer flowers, not the nostalgia of autumn, but the love and compassion nurtured by time. Be grateful for the people you meet along the way, perceive the clear wind and moon in the beautiful blooming scenery, and chat about the old days under the eaves of time.
Even if some time passes away in decline and blooming, some people are scattered in coming and going, but there are still so many beautiful memories for us to recall. If you have a warm heart, you can exchange for a flower fragrance.
People's relationships are like this, there is reunion, there is separation. You don't know when you will meet, and you don't know when you will say goodbye. Life will always have regrets, some people you want to keep, and some people you don't want to meet but meet anyway. It doesn't matter how you meet, how far you go, when you say goodbye, it's important that we've experienced it together, and seen the same scenery.,
Look at the flowers blooming on the branches, from spring to autumn, in the seasonal rotation, or elegant, or vibrant flowers, it's like the fragrance of incense. When the wind blows, it dissipates, but it's fragrant. Time leaves traces.
Everyone's life will encounter many people, will encounter warm people, will encounter cold people. No matter what encounter, it's a destined encounter. The Buddha said, 500 years ago, a glance can exchange for a life's glance. So the people who accompany us through a part of our lives should be what kind of practice! It's so rare to be able to meet. Be grateful for every person we meet in this life, whether it's sorrow or joy.
The road is long, if someone wants to search for, wait for, and watch, it's also a lucky thing. If you can have a scenic spot, even if it's far away, it can make you linger, this is already beautiful. Life is floating and changing, like drinking tea, until the tea has no taste, just because there are people to accompany you.
A touch of insight, the Zen of time, when real time falls on one meal and one drink, one day and one night, turning around, the things I like are all there, isn't it the best practice?
In life, body and soul are all walking, only the soul is stable, the steps will be light. Gently picking the warmth of time, bright and drifting hearts, inner light walking on the road of blooming flowers. Time is long, may all encounters and happiness take root and blossom in the depths of time.
