Solve the knot, break into a butterfly

There are too many tears flowing through, and all the bitterness has turned into a long river, which is densely and densely merged into the Dead Sea, slowly sublimating into a fog, and then becoming a cockroach. Then weaved into a borderless net, dividing the distance between heaven and earth. My world is a deserted desert, away from the fireworks on the world, and the people around us are woven, all in a hurry. There have been too many injuries, all the love is wrapped in a thick shell, the heart is frozen into fragile glass, and the cockroaches and noisy can be easily broken. I took the alert into a silk and weaved it into a defensive shackle. It was a bitter comfort zone.

I look at the world across the mountains and rivers, and I am conscious of the ocean. Everything is close at hand, but far away. Sincerity, kindness, and benevolence, in the world of materialistic desires, it was shattered by the tide of red dust. I carefully watched it, but it was swept away by the wind. The human condition is weak and the conscience is tired.

"I don't want to fight for spring, I am a group of people." I am a plain and elegant flower. I am safely opening my branch. I use my passion to create my own legend. I use my unyielding interpretation of the true meaning of life. The fame and fortune, such as the mirror and the water, the clouds in the air, I only ask for peace. But God does not pity me, there is always an unexpected wind that is ruined without any reason, preventing the east side from the west, avoiding the south side to the north, first licking my heart, and then blocking my way.

In the war of mankind, I am not destined to be a winner. I have no superhuman wisdom, no deterrent spirit, and no hot heart. Justice eliminates traitors, but goodness does not rival evil. I can't repair hundreds of steels, and I turned into a soft finger. Forbearance, concession, humility, but I still strive to be my mission. Under the pressure of the mountain, I chose to be a spring, and I was a kind of anger, not hurting, but for myself.

The benevolent is invincible, and the love is boundless. Forgetting is the best golden medicine, and gratitude is the recipe for redempting the soul. Forbearance is the beginning of thin hair, and fraternity is the end of pain. Time is the best cleaning agent. Years old listen to the spring tide, the year is not golden autumn, the Chao Dynasty flowers are similar, the moon and the moon are different. The words in my mind are multicolored pearls. The pen in my hand is a kitty needle. The true feeling is silk. I put the pearls into a curtain. The sparkling is my love and resentment, joy and anger. Use it to decorate my life, and to be fascinating.

Putting it down is liberation. I am fascinated by mountains and rivers, greedy the flowers and trees, let the mind squat, and find my lost dreams in nature. I went to Luoping in March, all the way to Lawton. Tens of acres of rapeseed flowers are all in sight, sprinkling gold everywhere, under the sun, radiant, pleasing into the flowers, all sweet smiles, the air is filled with new stuffed milk, bee singing and dancing. More lively, delicate flowers.

In July, I walked into Guizhou and went straight to Huangguoshu. Heavy rock stacks, peaks like clouds, cliffs, cliffs, vines entangled, clear stream bottom, shoal, beautiful, picturesque, heart-warming! Standing under the waterfall, as if you are infinitely Li Bai: "Flying three thousand feet down, Suspected that the Galaxy fell for nine days." The sound of the water is deafening, and visitors are like weaving. Too!

In my spare time, I like to be in the mountains. Feel the depths of the sky and the depth of the earth. Wild nature, can't smell smoke, can't see people. The mountain wind uses softness to depict the change of the years, and I am inspired by the inspiration of the picture. The colorful leaves are the flowers of the early winter, so quiet and safe, the rich colors are derived from the most essential passion of life. The cold wind swept through the treetops, and they sang the resignation with different gestures. The insects open their throats and sing, the leaves are hotbeds, and the clouds are quilts. Song Tao is equipped with rock, arbor and silk bamboo, the stream is playing the swan song, where is the singer? It is close at hand!

The mountains are filled with my happiness, and the stream is flowing with my sorrow. Calm is my motto, simplicity is my fashion. The simplicity of nature hits my heart, and my world is full of sunshine. As far as I can see, Li is far away and my heart is suddenly bright. Forget the past and start over. The youth of my recovery breaks out, bathes in the sun and rain, turns into a butterfly that flies, and flies to the mountains!