Success begins with awakening

The night is still so quiet, the fingertips are knocking on the keyboard, knocking on the silent thoughts, knocking on the attachment to the words, the words piled up in the heart, the lines between the words, the excellent fragments, and the moments that have been revealed.

Always at this time, the heart will be quiet and quiet. Always in the softest place in my heart, there is a fragrant scent and a touch of sadness. Whenever this time, hold a cup of fragrant tea, then sit quietly at the computer and enjoy the moment, the expression is So cozy.

I don't know when I started, I have a crush on this swivel chair, and my fingertips and keyboard have a hard time. The fingertips danced gently and crossed the rainbow in the sky, so I wrote the words of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I used the seasons to alternately reincarnate. I was happy and sentimental in the text. Over the fingertips, I spent the night, over the years. The road is old.

I am used to such a calm night, the time hidden in the eyebrows, the entangled complex, and the elegant piano sound to the companion text, slowly confide, interpret, let go of the free thoughts, let it Flying around, let it go freely.

Life is always looking for and confusing, only to understand the faint and sloppy relief of all the troubles, the years are rushing through the scars of the past, the precipitation is the forever imprint. In life, I often complain about the busy work, the trivial life, when I see those ruthless disasters coming in an instant, I think that all the unpleasantness in my heart is gone in an instant, not blurred, just like the midnight dream of returning to the pure sky. Mindset.

Always at this time, I can calm down and feel the heart and quietly, as the years of the shuttle flow quietly like water, all the good times are in the warm and moving sounds, using words to feel their own life. The feelings in the course are also realized.

The confidant is carried in the text, and the feelings reveal the true meaning. When the mind is shaken, the emotions are vented, and the sadness of the full stomach is turned into a deserted smoke. The wind is raging and falling away. At this moment, some of the memories are beautiful, and the moon has been fixed. a gap.

The time that the fingertips crossed, leaving a few drops of wet sadness, stayed in that moment of bitterness. Feeling that "the sun and the moon are like a shackle, the years are like a dead branch." Time carries the hands of the years, secretly leaves, far and far...