Life is the source of creation, which is well-built and broad, exquisite and profound. Only because of this, people in it often feel like a drop in the ocean, sighing that they are insignificant and unable to raise the waves; or like ants on the earth, rushing all day without knowing why; or like passers-by, only remembering the road they have walked but forgetting the scenery along the road; or like wise men, desperately trying to penetrate every mystery, but in the end turning life into a mystery. Therefore, when you have an opportunity and a need to write for us, deep regrets often surge in your heart. This inexhaustible source seems to give us nothing while giving us a lot. I don’t know how to talk about its long and broad history. Its exquisiteness and depth reflect our worldly shallowness. This simple topic makes us puzzled. It is so close to us, but so far away from us.

Life is like a string of notes. If there are no rests, it is impossible to play moving music. Life is like an oil painting. If some blank spaces are not left, it will lose its beauty or layers. Life is like the mottled shadows of trees, with sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves, paving a dynamic road of leaps and bounds.

Of course, people should have infinite pursuits in their lives, but while we are giving our all and pursuing perfection, have we ever thought about leaving some blank time in our lives?

Loneliness is not necessarily a misfortune, but it may be a kind of tempering that can elevate a person's spiritual realm. Successful people are not necessarily the most talented people, but they are the most able to endure loneliness. They forget fame, wealth, and fortune, wash away the worldly vanity, and live a simple life away from many impetuous and mediocre things. Let your heart fly to a pure and elegant space, and let the silence of a little blankness breed infinitely rich connotations. Be indifferent to show your ambition, and be quiet to achieve far-reaching goals. Only by facing the joy and happiness in life with a calm heart, looking at the sorrow and sadness in life with a calm feeling, and abandoning the shackles and returning to the true self, can you truly appreciate the long and long life.

A life with space is as leisurely and peaceful as "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains". It is also full of pride and open-mindedness of "living a life in the face of wind and rain".

Leaving a blank is the elegance of not writing a single word; it is the leisurelyness of governing by inaction; it is a kind of unrestrainedness without losing one's true nature; it is a kind of wisdom and value in life.

Every flower heralds a brilliant life, but not every flower bears a fruit. The first gust of wind always blows off the earliest yellowing leaves. Perhaps because the mirror is too bright, the back of the mirror is often prone to filth and dirt. The most fascinating place may also be the easiest to lose one's way.

The weak rise and fall with tears, while the strong take pain as happiness through hard work. The most painful thing in life is to wake up and find that there is no way out. Most flowers with charming colors are not very fragrant, and most petals with thousands of layers are not strong...

There is no way we can finish all the things worth doing in our lifetime, so we turn to hope.

In the long river of history, truth, goodness and beauty in the complete sense do not exist, so we turn to faith.

Everything we do in life, no matter how big, cannot be done alone, so we turn to love for help.

Life often loves to play.

Mediocrity versus excellence, this is the sadness and helplessness of life. A person with excellent qualities fails because he has no chance; a person with not so excellent qualities succeeds because he has chance.

In life, we are always pursuing success. In fact, we are pursuing a little better, a little better, and that's all. In the process of pursuit, we look for opportunities and work hard to make progress. Therefore, success requires eternal pursuit.

The song of youth is often sung, what has been sung are the days of our struggle, what cannot be sung is our former glory: the river of time flows, what flows away are the years of regrets without productivity, what cannot flow away is our unchanging persistence.

For life, the heart is the receptor that perceives life. The heart is delicate and sensitive, and it has tasted all kinds of flavors in the world. It is like a wonderful brush that can paint in a variety of colors at will. The heart is the companion of emotions and the source of wisdom.

We do not lack words to express ourselves, what we lack is learning to capture the inspiration of life with our hearts.

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