Years lead the My clothes of the season, into the threshold of winter, the wind has been cold, leaves have withered, in an instant, a quarter of fragrant plantain lily buried in the dust. Nothing to do, bubble a cup of light tea, to the window, the time, carefully sipping, slowly taste, warmth to reach the bottom of my heart, the teeth are the fragrance of life, are the taste of the years, cotton fragrant mellow, traces of long, chewing not enough, taste not finished. Perhaps, is the time old, the years old, slowly indifferent everything, like idle time, like the old years, like to do things according to Heart, and dance, so safe to cook a cup of quiet good, and the heart gurgling drank, and the years of the language, feeling very good! Life, every now and then will encounter some uncomfortable things, not pleasing to the people, if you have a little tolerance, accept some imperfect, there is a vast breadth of mind, there is a peace, a weak point, a quiet, a minute calmly, a point meaningless. See how many things, not ability, underestimate the number of things, is the ability. It is broad enough to know how many people, not important, how many people are tolerated. As some people say: ' A man like a mountain, looking at all things, but to allow all things. Life is like water, can advance and retreat, and know and retreat '. Heart without resentment, everything is Ann, not to tube, lost footsteps where wandering, no hesitation, there is no sorrow. Winter Wind, passing branches, blowing cold mo on, leaning on the window of the season, enjoy a quiet time, the mood fragrance, stained with the aesthetic poems, do not say lonely, not to complain of sadness, all the difficulty is the scene; all the unpleasant are downwind, spontaneous and for, and dance, do a sunflower flower, open to the sun, whether the wind , no matter the rain falls, as always toward hope. Because I know, many times, not the environment to determine the mentality, but the state of mind decision. with the sun's mentality to face life, even if not the best, not happy, will not be sad to write on the face, nor will confusion on the face. Listen to clean and dust-free music, write warm and quiet text, product light and fragrant tea, so that it can make people pure and quiet, warm like spring. In this increasingly air-dried world, everyone yearning for a clear, eager to a static soil, but, into life, came close to the wind and rain course, no one living clear and clean, no one who has the ease and freedom. The weakness of human nature, the important thing is not greed, but want to perfect. Good luck is just a blessing, happiness is always just a greeting, no man is perfect, nothing is perfect, no one live to be useless, no one live without regret. Learn to use willingly attitude, the days of the time of the day, how others, is someone else's business, and you have nothing to do, you only take charge of yourself, control yourself on the line. Kindness is for people, to work, to be firm, to be more meaningful than to follow others, to enrich oneself, to be more powerful than to please others. Keep your own heart, do your own thing, think happy, go to pursue, think worthwhile, go to wait, think happy, cherish. People on the road, everyone has everyMan's story. No one can escape old days are's washing; no one can avoid the ripples of emotions; no one can get rid of the trivial erosion of trouble. feel tired, because think deep, pressure is big, because want more. Floating if tea, the bitterness of a read, raised face, you can see the sun, bend the corners of the mouth, tears will not fall. Time will not turn back, because hope is always in front, regret can not make up, because there is no hard work opportunities, look forward, good living, do not try to think of other people's ideas, do not take into account the other people's right and wrong, on their own is worth. Do not remember who said: "I want happiness, is a state, is a feeling of filling the heart, is I even in a simple living environment, can always feel the kind of comfortable feeling, is I have recognition of myself, have a sense of the surrounding-that is a very special very personal feeling, Rather than the way others seem to live. " I want to, is to keep the self, listen to their inner feelings, even if every day busy green green, as long as not against their wishes, the heart is steadfast, Happy days, life is real." Today's possession, remember to cherish, tomorrow will be how to start, no one can predict, as long as people walk in the road, can not avoid grievances, everyone has a lot of stories, choose a posture, do not let the tears will wet themselves. No matter how realistic the world is, we must continue, no matter how difficult life is, we must persist. Gathering and gathering is not the purpose of life, want is just a happy day, do not do the fate of the pieces, trying to make the day into a favorite poem. When you go through the wind and rain, experience the hardships, you will really understand the true meaning of life, you can really know, all the prosperous is a cloud, what is not in the years, but time to arrive. Tell yourself, don't rush, slow down, sit down to accompany yourself, let the calm down, do something you really like, this is the real life. Heart unhappy, happiness will not come, gas discord, life will not live up, according to the heart and line, and dance, just worthy of their own, no regrets in life. Life such as tea, shade with a light, life, such as drama, wry smile with Taiwan. The so-called days, is hoping busy, the morning curtain fell flat, daily necessities trivial, the joys and sorrows of joy. Tired, take a rest, after suffering, put on a put, anxious, slow down. With a touch of emotion, enjoy the scenery passing by, with an optimistic attitude, taste the taste of life. People who have appeared in life, whether it is parting or missing, have to remember with gratitude. Some people, to know how to tolerate, some mistakes, to remember to forgive, some things, to learn will put down, ask the heart to do things, and dance, happy mood, life is perfect. Book, is always the closest to the soul of the key, product a touch of ink color, but also a clarity.
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Book is always the closest key to the soul
