The Aesthetic Discourse

1, quiet dust, will be the fullness of the heart, placed in the dull quiet days, to the text of the gentle, keep a window of the years of quiet beauty, in the fleeting time Xu a clear huan, and smile at the sweet place, with you to hope.

2, who is the past life of the tie? Who is the voice of this life? Who ages for whom? Who took the floating chaos? But originally, prosperous after an empty, oath tempting, dream non-Dream, butterfly dance Zhuang Zhou, flower not flower.

3, this world, many things, seek, wish, many dreams, forget, forget not.

4, time without words, the circulation of the season, there will always be a little thin cool, everything has passed through, everything has survived, the life of the background, increased toughness, Tim Soft. Then at this time the peace down life, has been quiet to disturb not disorderly, has been steady to move not to shake, has been calm to the wind does not move.

5, True freedom is in the absence of the time, found no road and everywhere is the road ... To be able to go to the water-poor place, sit and look at the clouds when the person is free. This is not the cause of the road, is the mentality.

6, a wipe bright, a fragrance. A piece of abundant, looking back. In the clear and clear sunshine, it is a landscape. A tea, a book of ink, a window ming, an AI mood. In the mind of the concentration of the quiet, is a return to contentment.

7, I like to start. All the places that have arrived belong to yesterday. Even if the mountain again green, the water again show, the wind again gentle. Too deep linger becomes a kind of fetters, stumbling not only have both feet, still have the future.

8, if really only will be broken heart, would like to change a season of falling flowers, even if the withered fragrance, not let the mind so lonely broken.

9, this sunny day, cherish all the frustration of the years, with a little smile to render a bright blue sky.

10, the time will be old, the past will be slightly cooler. Sit in front of the window, handful a bowl of water, cooking a pot of tea, is still the same flavor, but a little added a dash of indifferent.

11, we have been waiting for the return of people, already in the fragrant plantain lily of time, lost the path, forget the return.

12, life, in the end or live a mood. The heart is bitter, the people who despise are free and easy, the fans are obsessed, the Wukong is empty, many desire tired, no desire is free. The heart is light, the happiness is many.

13, everyone, there is a world, quiet and lonely.

14, time, in fact, the most heartless. Once the vicissitudes of the past, no matter how moved, with the passage of time, everything will be erased, will be a little yielded to be drowned out consumption. Again strong people, but also only forced to choose to do a heartless person, to learn to forget, learn to disguise, learn to use a better future to deceive the difficult.

15, the person's life two biggest wealth is: your talent and your time. More and more talent, but less time, our life can be said to use time to exchange talent. If the day passes, our time is less, and the talent does not increase, that is wasted time.

16. There is no real despair in life. Tree, put down the leaves in autumn, the heart is very painful, but the whole winter, it let the heart in peace to accumulate strength. When spring comes, Fang Hua still.

17, pick up a leaf, all the life of the thread, that all strands of silk interpretation of the origin of samsara, into the dull years, suddenly look back to the road, everywhere spilled the real rhythm of the mood, like a jump of the flat and the characters, life is actually a kind of mood of the assembly.

18, life, such as tea, meditation to the right. The right and wrong innocence, cause of the previous. Recognize the clear, put down is smart. Can't see through, a dream without trace. No rain, no wind to fly. It should be in the nature of the law, all but the heart. You come to the world, greet live the world. Your smile, like the early spring rose, yellowish in light fragrance, distant.

19, there is always a pair of hands shook, gently lifted and waved to leave the gesture; there is always some joy in the mood, the deep edge of a feeling has evolved into a flavor. Fall in love with a person, leaving a beautiful wound, when the pain, still for his accompanied by soft tears flow ...

20, flowers blossom and fall, is a season through the sound; Cloud Cirrus, is an emotional passing figure; tide ebb and flow, is a passion flows through the years. Never experienced the pain of time, how to experience the vicissitudes of suffering? Never provoked the hair, how can disorderly fleeting.

21, who can hold a heart, until forever? Who would take a hand and walk through the vicissitudes? Love, Pain, cry, laugh, it is enough.

The Aesthetic Discourse