Mood

I have always liked to be quiet in my spare time, smelling a touch of coffee, and my thoughts drift far and far.......

At that moment, I remembered the ecstasy of the jade burial flower, and the blossoming into the mud into the fragrance, what seems to be the end, the end is the late.

At that moment, I remembered the solitude of Li Qingzhao’s death. The thing is that people are not doing things, and the tears flow first, and Xiaoran is thinner than Huanghua.

At that moment, I remembered the selflessness of the potter who lived alone in the mountains. He decisively decided to take a break and enjoy the wine after the yellow flower.

A lot of thoughts at that moment........

I am just an ordinary person, so I stand on the most subjective point of view. I don't agree with their solitude, but they don't object to releasing emotions. I admire their state of mind-----no one. chic. decisive. worry about the ancients and even grief.

Living in a noisy city has such a state of mind that is even more precious, and can only be left clean and clear. Be the only one, cultivate a pure state of mind, take a leisurely walk, and look back and smile a little...