■From heart to life, with words long(08-10 16:39)
unaware can change a person's behavior. The ancient charm of the beautiful language for a long time, the words will feel the writing, there is always a little sentimentality in the heart. Life has been written for a long time, too deep insight, people always speak according to reason, unavoidably too rigid, no fun. Life is a real life, the joys and sorrows always happen, vent or self-intoxication, too much involvement, you will lose yourself. Therefore, habits, sometimes can be sublimated, sometimes will become addicted, therefore, everything a "degree" is very important, is a person, we must learn to reason, reflection and control. However, people are inherently emotional and spiritual, when depressed or exciting, to write a complaint, like a season of grape wine, from the beginning kneading, fermentation, sour and lush. After storage, after next year's excavation, experienced the sun and moon deep wine, its natural delicious and steady taste, the entrance of glycol, intoxicating. Because, once paid, all is done by heart. Experience comes from contact, experience comes from life, nature is the most true, at will the best, inspiration sealed, Xie ink hanging pen, just to leave a casual heart in the mountains and valleys. Secular confusion, more horses, more Bole, but a piece of paper effort, the temptation of a boo whistle, in the end the clouds become clouds, weightlessness is inevitable, pain, only themselves know. Between choices, gently, slowly, comfortably put down the rest, let the years discharge, mind charging. Sometimes know, is the truth, is it is to understand, all the way, what is the value? What is the meaning? Sometimes the face of prosperity inevitably confused, in the face of a tonic, a meal of laxative invitation, not dizzy or death. Awakening, is afraid of losing the road, back to the shore, the real life is a five-line score, self-play, self-knowledge, steal carefree, why not? In order to be busy with the real value, it is the king's way to play music in pots and pans, pull out Italian swords, put on animal armor, and dance once more. Think, why are you coming? Who comes for you? Who works for you? Who stayed up for you? Who tears for you? Who are you supposed to go for? Who should make a bow for whom? A habit, unloading grinding donkeys grinding into a blank, not as good as firewood, rice, oil and salt into a circle inside the hole. To know, the responsibility is a thousand weight, and to seek for the mountain. Chaotic life, helpless or decadent, regardless of whether it is a sword in the sky, earthly water and fire, endlessly, leisurely watching flowers bloom and fall, quietly watching the wind and clouds, as long as, home and everything is prosperous.