Happiness begins in the heart

In the mundane world, there are always many hearts who are unwilling to be lonely, who will complain about the insipidity of life and the dullness of days. So the lights and wine, more drunk figure, paralyzed mind can not give birth to poetic romance, once the beautiful was replaced by the vicissitudes of life.

I remember a time when I was young and frivolous:

Once sighed the tenacity of life for a grass in spring

Used to shout the ruthlessness of the years for the shade of autumn

Can be in the summer drizzle, a rain sprinkles, only for the quiet lilacs in the depths of the rain alley

You can wander all night in the winter wind and snow, just for the fragrance of preserved plum in the small courtyard.

Now, in the reality and busyness, thoughts are no longer flying, feelings are no longer beautiful. In the disturbing world, people are tired, their hearts are also tired, too tired to hold a round of the moon, too tired to hold a leaf.

The boss said: happiness starts from the heart.

So in the hasty journey, occasionally stop to listen to the voice of the heart, let the heart feel the reincarnation of all things in nature and the alternation of the four seasons; let the heart make a fresh dance in the earthly world, wash away the lead dust seal, restore a bright and clean. At such times, you will find that what you have been chasing is nothing but floating dust that can be sprinkled gently.