HeardFarAndNear

Long wait
Keep the secrets that you don't want others to see. However, if you hide them for too long, you may lose them along with yourself. Spring brings forth the sorrow, while autumn turns it into regrets, knowing well that the feelings remain even when the scenery changes. Gazing at the river, one can hear its murmurs. Perhaps it's time to quietly preserve the once abundant emotions, like the flourishing lotus, in a book that will never be opened again even if covered in dust and surrounded by the coldness of the mountains. Let the heart wait patiently, until spring brings warmth and bloom

Simple life
Being content with what one has, the heart is always at ease; Without extravagant desires, one can be high-spirited. A simple life is like a few strokes in the long scroll of life, with a refreshing and indifferent demeanor; It is like a thin moon in the artistic conception of life, with a serene and cool tranquility. A simple life is like an unblemished white paper, naturally simple and smooth in the scroll of life. Living in seclusion within the bustling world, or in the tranquility of the wild, with a simple life, there is no complex society. The world is but a big dream, how ma

Toasting with the winter
The lotus leaves in the pond have withered, and the willow branches on the stream bank have become bare. As winter deepens day by day, the temperature becomes colder day by day. Sitting by the window, toasting with time, one person, one heart, one city, and one cup of tea - this is the nostalgia for the years, the respect for the time. A person nostalgic for the past always gathers and preserves the past in ordinary life, silently waiting for the cycle, hoping for a chance to gather around the fire, warm wine, and tea, leaving a place vacant, just waiting for you to co

All idle feelings
Troubles are all affectation, haste is all pretentiousness, time is all leisure. A life without too many thoughts is very quiet, quiet enough to only wait. Leisure is like admiring flowers in the mist, looking at the moon in the water, simply beautiful, beautiful enough to be appreciated. The seasons that have passed, no need to remember which spring flower faded first, which autumn leaf fell last. All that cannot be grasped, only hope it remains. Let the heart be a little simpler, even simpler. Looking at the world, remember that this heart can be a fence. The spring tide co

Past Poetry
Time flies. Winter is already here, sighing for the passing years. I can only write the past into poems, separated from the mundane world. Everything is desolate and hazy, with thoughts that are both broken and continuous. Memories of this lifetime are fixed in a glance, witnessing the countless storms and snows of a century, the loneliness and desolation of a century, the cycles of vicissitudes of a century. Only the gratitude for the spring blossoms and the farewell to the autumn leaves. When all attachments cannot connect to the longing for tomorrow, and all the vicissitudes set

The falling of leaves is silent
The passing water leaves no trace, the falling leaves make no sound. After experiencing the past prosperity, the autumn leaves drift down into the shattered calmness before us, so quiet that it becomes a beauty on the ground, nurturing the next cycle with the belief that turns into soil. The fallen leaves carry the journey of a season, finishing their own life story. Regardless of prosperity or decline, they never feel sad, for they have long understood their destiny and known their own desolation. They have long known how to coexist with prosperity and decline

The heart remains unchanged.
In the hustle and bustle of the world, autumn leaves will eventually fall, and flowers will wither. The cycle of cause and effect in all things is like a bustling street, and when they scatter, they become dust on the ground. Each person's heart carries the essence of the four seasons - be it spring flowers, summer breeze, autumn moon, or winter snow. Time passes day by day, life is full of ups and downs, and countless concerns are left behind. If the colors of the four seasons are absent from our memories, it feels as if the world is constantly stormy, and the mom

Tranquility of mind
The years are inevitably hot and cold, life is inevitably love and hate, life is inevitably ups and downs, the tangled years will go away with time, and the long-lost ties will be untied one by one, holding the past like smoke at one end, and the future can be expected at the other end. If the heart is clear, the blue sea is sunny, out of sight is clean, the heart is not cold for beauty, the days will be dull in the busy, and life will be fragrant in the coarse tea and light rice. Hundreds of zhang red dust, eight thousand wind and moon, allow you to fold up the sad

Late autumn
In late autumn, wild chrysanthemums turn yellow, maple leaves turn red, and osmanthus fragrance becomes faint. The fallen leaves on the ground are full of autumn warmth, and the fruits on the trees are full of autumn flavor. Every tree is colored in autumn, and every mountain is bathed in the setting sun. In such a season, such a temperature, it is most suitable to take a solitary stroll, stepping on the sound of the season, allowing the colors of autumn to bloom in one's eyes, and feeling that everything in life is beautiful. Time passes, seasons change regardless of human emotion

A kind of leisurely sorrow
The passing years will flow through another autumn, life seems to be the same as before, only the years have covered a layer of shallow vicissitudes. Time will eventually wait ashore, cannot cut the messy lovesickness, who is wandering in whose prime? Lingering in whose distant place? Two lines of morning flowers and evening gatherings, a song of the setting sun and evening bells, waiting for a season or waiting for a story? The scenery that passed by, besides caring for oneself, no one will cherish it. The inexhaustible coming and going of spring and autumn, a kind

Quiet and peaceful
There is blooming, and there is withering; there is luxuriance, and there is yellowing. Whether one likes it or not, this is how it has always been. Time passes, and there will always be changes in the world; the world is full of smoke and fire, and there will always be extravagance. In this world, one may experience all kinds of hardships, miss out on good opportunities and turn them into regrets, or indulge in romantic fantasies under the moonlight, or sit quietly in meditation at dawn and dusk. Lean over the balcony and enjoy the moon, while ignoring the bustling world; s

Passing through joy and sorrow
In the vast sea of people, we are all passing by like a grain of sand in the world. Some are full of ambition, while others hold on to what is left. Life sometimes brings joy and sometimes brings deep pain. Looking back, time has passed, and some things no longer need to be said. Everyone has had expectations for the future in their hearts. If time has gone by, those expectations will gradually fade away. No need for promises, no eternal commitments. Time can make flowers bloom and wither, and it can also make a person calm amidst the ups and downs of life. Don't

Time has no shore
Time is too hasty, the forest flowers have withered the spring, too hasty, unable to resist the cold rain in the morning and the wind in the evening. In fact, time is more like an incense, the faint blue smoke drifting with the wind, is the gradually distant years of life. I mourn the brevity of my life, envy the boundlessness of time. Time has no shore, the passing years are like water, time and the passing years are actually the same concept, one passing outside the body, the other aging inside the body. Time has aged, if the lost loved ones meet again, don't talk about the

Autumn colors deepen
Autumn deepens, the fragrance of osmanthus overwhelms the remnants of roses, and the red maples paint a picturesque scene in the last days of autumn. Whose courtyard is untouched by the autumn wind? Where is the window free from the sound of autumn rain? The autumn wind and rain will soon come to an end, and it's already a cold and bleak time in the world. Some melancholy thoughts arise with the autumn wind, some feelings of loss accompany the autumn rain, and some ideas face the waxing and waning of the autumn moon. In the ups and downs of life's journey, a helpless heart

Take care of yourself
Do not let the good days of spring and autumn pass by, it's hardest when old friends come in the wind and rain. But time passes and things change, meeting again has already let down the youthful years, and made music and love strange. The past is long gone, not worth looking back, how many beautiful dreams have been scattered in the morning light, how many memories left in the evening. Brew a pot of moonlight longing, recall the love in the wind and rain, those days that have gone far away, are all in the dreams of spring flowers and autumn moon, in the dream there is the