Reflection fireworks follow the water flow

A group of people gathered together today, it seems very lively, or they really had a good time, I am still out of place, like an ascetic monk, suddenly fell into the world, so embarrassed and uncomfortable, but I don’t want to force laughter To please others, I always feel that I am so unpopular and withdrawn.I am stubborn and unwilling to bow my head, but many times I still have to say I like things I don’t like. I know that these are the helplessness of life.

I talked with a netizen about renunciation, what is renunciation, and if you have never entered it, how can you renounce it?Therefore, renunciation is only a state.Thinking of these, I feel that I am so redundant. Fortunately, there are people around me who can't stand the atmosphere. I think we are just two poor people who are out of place, or we haven't learned how to adapt to life and these environments well.We are all people who need quiet, or desperately need to be immersed in our own world.

The music in my ear is shaking happily, but my heart is very calm. I think of those old songs, and I feel calm and calm. When I go home, I turn on those old songs I like to listen to. People who can't keep up with the times, but people live calmly and calmly. Why should I run with the pace of the times? I can also live in my own place. I don't need to care about the season change of autumn and winter clothes, what kind of eye shadow is the most popular color this year .Regardless of age, what I need is a body-wide care, take care of my heart, and obtain certain material needs. I think this is enough, and I don’t need to get too much. Too much will eventually leave , why care so much about persistence and haggling?

It suddenly occurred to me that the girl who went to Japan to become a monk abandoned any fashionable atmosphere and retreated to a peaceful life. Although her departure was not complete, her heart was calm and content, enjoying the emptiness and tranquility of the temple. , the fateful love to let go, watching the cherry blossoms fall around her, she just walked by lightly, without a trace of nostalgia.During the days in the turret, she played the melodious bamboo flute. From then on, she let go of the person she was attached to day by day, until the flowers bloomed and were forgotten.

Maybe youth is beautiful, but it will always pass away.Maybe love is sweet, but it will always fade.Maybe the singing voice is very sweet, but no matter how good it is, it can only be sung to myself.No matter how good or bad it is, there seems to be no difference.

Such a bustling city life made me feel inexplicably irritated, and the turmoil of the mortal disputes made my heart gradually wither, like an unsocial rose, destined to wither.

I don't want to talk, I don't want to talk to others, I just want to lie on the chair when I'm tired, type some lonely words slowly, and entertain myself, which can be regarded as a kind of spiritual rest.I think so, I need these boring words to comfort my heart, express my emotions, and abandon the pain.

I think I like this way of rest very much. I always feel that taking a hot bath can rest the body, and sleeping can relax the body, so writing can relax the mind for a moment. I think this way of banishing the heart is very suitable Own.I write casually with a light mood, without purpose, and endlessly record the feelings in my heart. I need to take care of my heart.