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In summer, I like quiet and cool, but I can find it in tea.
Choose a quiet place, cook a pot of tea, gently pour, slowly drink, skimming the noise and thoughts, sitting with the time, listening to the wind, smell, and put a heart in the cool place.
Walking on the crisscross streets of the years, there will always be dust and dust. Those with little vicissitudes and those indifferent feelings are precipitated after the vicissitudes of the world.
Long time, sorrow and loneliness, a pot of clear tea can comfort the wind and dust, and let go of it.
Season takes years as spring, summer, autumn and winter, each period has a feeling of each stage. In summer, we always like to find a cool place everywhere. In fact, the cool is not in the scenery, but in the heart of the people.
The heart is not so crowded, it will be cool and cool, and it will run on the earth. There will always be bustling hustle and bustle, but the quieter place is in the bottom of human heartbottom of human heart.
Time is like a book, everyone has to experience the brewing process, and the pen also has its own rhythm.
When you are young, you like to be gorgeous. When you are old, you will return to simplicity and simplicity. No matter what, the landscape of life will eventually be written into your poetry.
Time is a poem. The rhyme of the poem is filled with warmth, and walking with warm people is not enough for a lifetime.
I go through mountains and rivers and go all the way, only to meet with you, sooner or later. If you feel so deep, what should I say?
The most beautiful edge is just good, you come, I am in, know each other, and do and cherish, light and shadow mottled face, do not say farewell.
Friendship, love or love, most like the kind of companionship, fortunately, after such a long time, those I like are still there.
Through the road, let us learn to cherish, flowers and flowers, disguised as the people of the mood, perhaps persistent in the end of the people are discrete, perhaps, after the sinking has not ushered in flower green, the years will not be smooth sailing.
Believe in raising the lantern, there will be a dream in the distance, all the lost, there will be another way to pay back, there is always the moon, in the sorrow and joy to the place, the dust settled, no language.
Whether to be a scavenger of years, do not read the way, nor fear the way, pick up the spring light blurred, autumn water long days, and those missed scenery.
Then open a clear window in your heart, and let a heart in the years of no increase or decrease, every day, can give birth to a joyful reunion.
The scenery of life is always running around, listening to the voice of flowers, and watching the withering of flowers. The branches of the years have gradually become cocoons.
About sadness and joy, about separation, about ups and downs, has not become so important.
In this world, there is always a quiet, to put the soul, no matter how noisy the world, can always find a pure land, no matter how much life is flamboyant, can always find a cool, let the heart calm, calm.
Some people seem to be full of flowers, but turn around to be lonely. Some people seem to be thin and cool, but their hearts hide a persistence.
All kinds of taste, only their own experience, no matter what the years give us, we must live as deep as ever.