Grow happiness in your own world

The sound of rubbing leaves came from the woods. it was the fingers of autumn. The sun warms the wall and the night cools it. The old leaves have been rubbed off in autumn. Do you want to hear a new story? The quiet river opened its eyes and smiled and said: there are always people going home, there are always boats off shore. A brief introduction to the floating Boat

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I sit on my favorite rattan chair and read a book. I hold a pen. My habit is to write down my thoughts and feelings directly in the book at any time.

Sometimes I would listen to a song with my eyes closed and cycle a single in my mobile phone.

Sometimes I don't think about anything and just stay in the sun.

In fact, there are a lot of fragmentary time in life, will inadvertently shuttle in every moment of deja vu, awaken your heart and eyes. At that moment, the dark fragrance in your heart floats, the light and shadow in front of your eyes are beautiful, and the corners of your mouth may inadvertently go up.

Now, I am sitting on that rattan chair, many thoughts passing through my heart, like a red leaf in late autumn, twinkling in my heart one by one. I try my best to catch every leaf and don't want it to sink in any wisp of wind.

Like the prosperity of spring, experienced the bleak autumn, feel the warmth of summer, meet the killing of winter, no longer afraid of the wind and rain of the four seasons.

No longer complain about the stinginess of life, wipe away the wisps of imperfections in the eyes, step through the fingers too narrow and too wide, encounter the eyes in the past, let everything go with the wind.

In fact, life really doesn't have that much meaning at all.

If there is, I think it should be in the long and trivial gap, but also can have some moments to look back.

It is when you walk out of the fireworks across the ground that you can dust yourself to see the beauty of a flower in full bloom and the smile brought to you by a flock of birds skimming across the sky.

I am thinking that any life that has been polished over the years and then blossoms in the wind will be very beautiful!

(thanks for the selfie of my friend Gudao's thin horse on his mobile phone)

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