"Flowers wither, flowers bloom, and the tide ebbs and ebbs are merciless.
Like to listen to the sound of flowers, like to see the flowers in waiting for a winter, raised a happy smile. Flowers held yesterday's insipid, so harvest today's glory. Listen, they are singing softly: if you don't give up one second, there will be hope in the next. Hold on, hold on
Don't want to see the flowers, that kind of indecisive, lianduansilian stick, let me very angry. There are flowers in spring, sun in summer, moon in autumn and snow in winter. All things have their own seasons. The brilliant flowers in spring is doomed to fall. At this time, the waiting has become pale and cumbersome. It's better to let go and draw a perfect ending for your life.
There is a famous Zen in China called "giving up" -- giving up is the only way to get. Mencius said that fish and bear's paw can't have it both, but when the storm of lust dampens our wings, how can we never degenerate? It reminds me of a monarch who wanted to embrace beauty as well as country in history. "People have their joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs." there are no flowers in nature yet. How can life be as good as it can be? When it's time to cut off, it's time to cut off the chaos! Can't it be turned into spring mud to protect flowers?
Like to see the moment of flowers falling, beautiful, absolutely
Do you like a quiet stream or a running waterfall? Do you yearn for indifference, smile at the sky, count the floating clouds in detail, or look forward to the exciting pace of F cliff, brick, stone and thunder? Walking at the crossroads of life, are you in a dilemma? In fact, it doesn't matter how to choose. If you choose a stream, you can "pick chrysanthemums under the East fence and show Nanshan far away" like Tao Qian. You can be like a snail, carrying your own shell and leisurely! If you choose the waterfall, you can "laugh up to the sky and go out, my generation is not Penghao people", just like Li Bai, you can be as busy as a bee and leave your beautiful dancing posture among the flowers. Different choices, the same brilliance, stick to and give up there are three differences?
I don't understand why Wen Tianxiang could write down the famous sentence of "who has never died since ancient times, and let his heart shine on his history" when he was "broken mountains and rivers, with the wind blowing and wadding, and his life experience floating and sinking, with the rain beating". I don't understand why Du Fu could chant "thousands of houses are built to protect all the poor people in the world"; I don't understand why Sakyamuni is facing the dilemma of "house leakage, but even rain at night" Love, freedom, but also frankly said: "life is valuable, love is more expensive, if it is free, so both can be thrown." A choice, a life, a wonderful scene of life. Sometimes give up is to better wait, waiting for their own personality, waiting for their beliefs, waiting for their own life. As long as your heart determines your choice, unswervingly adhere to you, do not regret your giving up, bravely pursue your life!
"The sky has left traces of birds, but I have flown," there is a love of persistence called give up, there is a life of letting go called firm. Smile to see the flowers bloom and fall, let the flowing water arouse my magnificent life. Perhaps in the next intersection of life, we will do: "flatter or disgrace, smile, see the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; go or stay unintentionally, diffuse with the clouds outside the sky." "