Fleeting years pass by, leaving with the dream

Like water youth, the past fantasy. Who knows, between heaven and earth, how many people are waiting among millions of people, just to pass on the Sansheng stone at once; how many people encounter thousands of winds and rain, only for a moment of peace of mind during the journey; how many people stray into the misery of life, only because of youth and ignorance and the whim of the moment. How much of the past, people can not give up, how much concern, let people distressed. No matter how good the time is, no matter how beautiful the fleeting time is, and the weak water is three thousand, you can only say goodbye with the dream.

We used to look up at the starry sky and wish we were as free and romantic as the stars. Zeng Jingsi whims, looking forward to an adventure of mountains and rivers. So as to discuss the rumors of the world, argue about the dream of life, come freely, go freely. Occasionally, I hope to find a piece of territory between heaven and earth, a suqin, a hole Xiao, we are in high spirits, say Wen GE Fu, learn to be the ancients, pretend to be reserved and talk about life. However, as time goes by, the thread of life binds itself, and sometimes freedom is just a dream. And some people, with sunshine, crossing the spring water, running in the land of the motherland. Take the scenery of a place and know several dialects. At the end of the road, in the middle of the night, picking up books and reading, do not feel that life is boring. Time changes, flowers bloom, those experiences are the greatest wealth in their life, a lifetime, inexhaustible use, grateful.

Living in the present is the hardest choice. The depression of life, the spirit has been imprisoned for a long time, the dream is under foot, but can not travel far away. In my spare time, I looked out of the window, thought about Hua Nian, read the past, and sighed farewell to the cloud bird. The setting sun falls on the memory of yesterday, and looking back, the road we have traveled, the hardships we have suffered, and the passers-by we have met are all our own scenery. Sleep, the soul out of the body, without concern, wearing a coir coat, holding a volume of poetry books, roaming in a person's world. Those footprints, those smiles, led to a lifetime of fate, three generations of waiting, never give up.

Buddha said: the heart is not available in the past, it is not available in the present, and it is not available in the future. It is not easy for a person to live in this world, but it takes a lot of courage and strength to make dreams beautiful. Where the dust is like a dream, how many people suffer in the sea of regret, there is no boat, there is no port, often worry about the dream of confusion, worry about the life of confusion. The contentment of life does not belong to you and me, and there is no place to look for the lost past. In fact, living in the present, grasping the present, is the most satisfying. If the years are quiet, there is nothing better than a flower, a world, a tree and a bodhi. When you are calm, the flowers will bloom; when you wake up, it will be dawn; when you fall apart, you will begin to let go; when the tears come to an end, you will know how to be strong.

The misty rain of heaven and earth is like a golden year. When it comes to prosperity, it is fascinating; when it is said to wither, it makes people worry about it. An encounter with spring, a parting with relatives, a contest with time, and a brush with dreams, unexpectedly make people so aftertaste, so sigh. However, in the sea of clouds, we still believe that there are some emotions that make people infatuated and sad; some desolate and memorable; some memories can be read with the heart; and some beautiful dreams touch the heart and do not forget.

Live in your own world, most afraid of loneliness, most afraid of ridicule, most afraid of being abandoned by the world. Therefore, some people try to decorate themselves and break into other people's world from time to time, hoping to be who they want to be, while others laugh at all things and hate hypocritical souls to live, work hard and struggle for themselves. Live a wonderful life, live out of yourself, and be recognized and sought after by all. In fact, no matter how much fear, no matter how much honor, no one will remember, simple is the best, plain and light is the most beautiful. At the crossroads, each has its own direction, others do not waste much time on you, worry about you, worry about you, this is society. The common feelings of heaven and earth, the truth of the world, no one can change, no one is willing to change, this is the human heart.

Heaven and earth is so big, foggy dreams, stay until memories, open the bags of the past. Everything in the world is like duckweed, such as clouds, such as dust, like running water, ethereal and go away. No one is parting for each other, no one is crying for each other, no one is sad for each other, and no one is frustrated for each other. Between talking and laughing, yesterday passed, leaving me alone in wasted body and mind, spending my good time. The sky in the eyes, the elders worry in the heart, but I know nothing, with the occasion, long and indefinite. I always want to make my dream come true as a yearning for tomorrow, frustration as a stone in front of my eyes, today as a memory of yesterday, and sadness as an example of a smile. I am angry, I am lonely, cry for help, but no one understands my words, everyone cares for me, because I live in my world, I am just myself, undisturbed by the wind and rain of the world.

Everything has variables, a wisp of spring, a summer of melancholy, an autumn of grievances, a cold winter. There is a city in everyone's heart, with mountains and water, flowers and grass. So perfect, the city is surrounded by mountains, clouds and clear water. Everywhere is full of temptation, hidden fragrance everywhere. Some people, come in, are not used to romance, look at the cold and warm, and finally resolutely leave. And some people are so infatuated with scenery that they can no longer escape from entering and are tightly imprisoned. The city is like a warm vase, unconsciously, slowly fade away once the passion and vision, never find once, can not find themselves.

There are some things that no one can say clearly and no one can understand. Sometimes I want to do it, but I lose the desert; sometimes I can't sleep, and when I get old, I feel sorry for the years. The stars travel high in the sky, the birds also do not understand the amorous feelings, a stray dog unexpectedly does not understand the amorous feelings, sees the pedestrian, has not been crazy in the past, in the blink of an eye, escaped without a trace. If this is the case in the animal world, how much better will people be? The relationship between people, in fact, is very simple, see or not, is also a kind of fate, reason and ignore, but also make people sad.

In the past, it was as beautiful as the moon. Across the river of time and space, looking through the sky, between the stars and the moon, let the dream lie still. Shyly looking up at the distance, bright and beautiful, several people are intoxicated, several are excited. Looking for a kind of freedom, arrogance, nothingness, no plan, no need to worry, no need to worry about love, fly immortals to travel, hold the bright moon and end long. Looking for interest in the mountains and rivers, smelling the fragrance of the four seasons in the leaves and grass. In such a life, happiness has stories, hearts are free, words are no longer hypocritical, and youth is no longer dreaming.

The ancients also have a lot of romantic things, people envy, many do not understand feelings, people love. Poetry fairy Li Bai, with a long sword, when a knight-errant, howling up to the sky, we are not Penghao people. All of a sudden, then travel to Dongting, Sichuan, to see the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland; welcome the moonlight, drink wine, three points into the moonlight, seven points into the sword, the show mouth on a drunk to solve a thousand worries. Dongpo resident, for a place of peace, new water conservancy, persuade to learn to grow mulberry. Living in seclusion in the mountains, building a hut, several volumes of poetry, no suqin, no gentleman company, the study is called Dongpozhai, immortal. Eat a piece of pork back to the pot, handed down from generation to generation, Dongpo meat, wearing a pair of cloth shoes, known as Dongpo shoes. Chibi one stop, talking about ancient and modern romantic figures, and finally drunk themselves, beautiful history, illuminated future generations. If you look through hundreds of houses, how many such characters are there? Where dust is like water, the human heart is unpredictable, the world is changeable, and the human heart is changeable. When leisure is exhausted, passion is worn away, and when you step all over the mountains and rivers, it is another year when you wake up from a beautiful dream, and the building is empty.

Fleeting time can not hold the memory, can not hold a little bit of warmth. How many people can't sleep on no one's night, and it's hard to find a bosom friend; how many people are bitter about Coptis chinensis, infatuated with the past; how many people lose their dreams and wander from now on; how many people get stuck in the quagmire and have no freedom ever since. In the past, I can't go back no matter how persistent I am, and no matter how sorry I am, I will say goodbye. It's best to seize the present, talk about time, spread your wings and fly. The future, and then look forward to, but also confused, and then persistent, bitter themselves, tired others, hurt the present.

Time flies as time goes by. Everything is floating clouds, everything is illusory nothingness, only cherish the present, hold on to today, let the past leave with the dream, there is no fleeting time, no past, no concern.

Author: Guo Hua