Look at familiar things with strange eyes

Every year, every month, every day, every day, every month, every day, day, day, and day is different. It is still the tranquility of exiled, still giving up the sorrowful peace, still calm and faint... Why the joys and sorrows will be revealed in it. It is still a deep eye, still a clear curve, still a thousand-year-old contour... Why is it a different mood when it comes to the heart. It is still a flying cherry blossom, still a light flying flower, still a memory that never dies... Why is the same soul disappearing in the dream...

The world is too big, too wide, too mysterious. It’s too big to let me describe it thoroughly with a pen in my hand; it’s too wide to be able to decorate her with the rhetoric in my mind, the mysterious world in my heart can’t wave a lot on it... in front of our eyes Everything is only those, the things imposed are deeply boring, and the things that are taken strong do not accommodate its status...

How many times did the old banyan tree stand before my eyes? How many times did the lonely cloud fly float in front of my eyes? How many times did the distant mountain peaks rise and fall in front of my eyes... Finally, on that day, I felt their strangeness, and the stranger was born with a vague love. It turns out that the banyan tree still cherishes your friendship. The original 缕云丝 carried away my loneliness and helplessness. It turned out that there was a promise that I did not fulfill after the mountain. Looking at familiar things with strange eyes, is it a new life enlightenment?

How many times has the slim white lotus appeared in my dreams, and I partially appreciate the flowing curvaceous beauty. That night, I felt very awake because I found the lush, sly figure of the lotus leaf... I always think that my life is very boring, yawning against the squared manuscript paper, looking at the writing under the pen tip that the only remaining happiness is solidifying step by step... On that day, when looking for his own past, look With the familiar handwriting, the thoughts that have been forgotten for a long time, "unbelievable" spread to the heart...

We grow up, we do things, we are strangers. Why not read out your slightly yellowed diary and read how many of your own experiences. In this awkward city, is the car's whistle already filled our ears, is the smoke emitted by the factory already filled our eyes? We need to read our thoughts in the midnight light. Listening at this moment, listening to the horizon; at this moment, gazing, can look at the cape...

As a true self, we must save more than one day, and look at the familiar things around us with a strange look. "Yesterday died yesterday, today's various kinds of life today." Today, please think twice before you go, you will lose a few points on yesterday's feelings, today's helplessness. There are too many roads to be taken in a lifetime, too long and too long, too long and too long. When you stop your steps occasionally, you will feel that what you have experienced in life is like a neatly tidy commodity. I have to be blind. At this time, I will be very sensible to distinguish between right and wrong. The confusion at that time will not reappear in our slightly mature face. At that time, the overwhelming feeling is the expression of our chaotic thinking...

On the journey of life, it is inevitable that occasional loss will inevitably lead to temporary decadence. "Unfamiliar eyes" is our necessary clearing agent. Unfamiliar eyes are warm sunshine, illuminating the darkest places of people's minds; strange eyes are gentle water, liberating the hardest corners of people's hearts...

All of this is God's fault, but the people's "disadvantages" pockets are sewn in front of them, embedding the "benefit" pockets behind them. People first saw the shortcomings of others. When they looked back, they saw their own advantages...

Look at familiar things around you with strange eyes. Right and wrong, you know who is up and down. The purple bamboo in the Zizhu forest is heard every month every month, and the year, month, month and day are different...