My heart is simple, a ray of sunshine

There is a poem that says: "My heart is already free, the clear river is so tantalizing."

People always like to pray to the heavens with folded hands, hoping for good things to come to the side. Even though they know that it is just a kind of comfort for themselves, it can make them face life with peace of mind.

This may be the mind's dependence, and in my sky, there is a dependence, that is to give me hope and motivation, never disappear a ray of sunshine, in the sunshine to pick up some peace, alone, and lightly.

As the seasons, the years are all sinking.

You and I are not saints, perhaps the heart has to fly over. A person a world, a thought.

Simple things to do, simple people, a ray of sunshine through the years of cold and summer, quietly listening to the days whispering and singing, accumulating the gifts of life, silently treasured; collect the touch of the years, let it become a dream.

Sometimes the pathway years, breeze, white clouds, flowers, everything is so beautiful. The breeze passes by, my heart is cool.

Every season has its irreplaceable flavor, the summer rhyme and light in front of us, a gentle heart of summer heat; the mountains and water inside, gentle our stormy life.

Our time is like the seasons, sometimes good, sometimes bad, all hidden in it. There is always a smile for us to bloom, there is always a breeze for us to cool, and there is always a ray of sunshine to keep us warm.

As long as we have a tranquil heart, as long as we are at peace, we will be able to walk on the song, sometimes smell the dark fragrance of the years, and sometimes find the direction of joy and happiness.

As in life, simplicity is the place to be.

I and flowers and trees, although words do not understand, but has long been a heart-to-heart. Because my heart is simple, I only seek to delete the complexity of life, to remove the false and keep the truth, and to be at peace with the situation.

What I am seeking in this life is a clean and stable home, to drink a strong and light tea, to enjoy the summer scenery of birds and cicadas, and to be a washed-up woman. And perhaps life should be like this, light heartstrings, cultivate cause and effect.

The company's main goal is to provide a good service to its customers.

In the life of the experience to cultivate a calm and calm determination, in the tide of life on the stage, lift the weight as light as a song, "chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge, leisurely see the South Mountain", to a relaxed and quiet mind to face the hustle and bustle of the red earth.

Falling flowers are speechless, leaving fragrant bursts, facing life with a calm and relaxed attitude.

We can break through the chaos in the materialistic world, gain insight into worldly affairs, and return to simplicity by rejecting prosperity!

May you and I walk through the years with a simple heart, running in the sea of people, leaving a simple, leaving a calm, let it change in the world, my heart is at peace!

Searching for the footprints of spring

　　When the frozen snow gradually melted, when the bare branches sprouted again, when the empty hillside again diffused green, I know, it came.

　　The wind swirled and swept away the last remnants of winter's chill, spring, with its breath of hope, came quietly, she walked gently, each footprint left behind was full of blue and purple hyacinths, she smiled lightly, each delicate smile was sprinkled with bright golden sunlight, close, capture, touch, I searched, the footprints of spring.

　　"The clothes are wet with apricot blossom rain, the blowing face is not cold willow wind." The wind is like a gentle touch, gently brushing the cheeks, playing a spin on the shoulders, and slipping away from the hair. The spring wind in Guiyang is not as smoky as the summer wind, not as bleak as the autumn wind, not as bitter as the winter wind, and the traces of spring are amplified over and over again in such a wind, expanding into the loudest shout.

　　"The light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, the grass is to be seen near but not." In February, the kite, the warbler flies, the grass grows, the fine spring rain, the quiet language is peaceful, a thread of silvery threads from the gray and black canopy quietly slides down, without a sound, without leaving a trace, the rain weaves into a thin curtain, so everything is not very real, a little rain on the body, a slight coolness, a trace of freshness from the heart, the trace of spring in such rain a little bit of precipitation, quiet into the windiest ebullient memory.

　　"The soft ties of silk float in the spring pavilion, the fallen flocculent lightly stains the embroidered curtain." Willow, in this season, stretching its soft branches, some people say, willow will be the most grateful plant, in so many trees are growing towards the sky, only it, bowing its head to kiss the earth that feeds it, willow in this season of flowers full of beauty, with all its life blooming, to return the bright spring.

　　Spring, where is it?

　　I think I already know.

　　The traces of spring, throughout the heart of each of us.