Look at the world calmly and be yourself quietly

I like quiet.

A person, walking quietly, watching quietly, listening quietly and thinking quietly. It's really a great enjoyment not to hear the voice of passers-by and the chirp of cars, wash away the impatience in the heart in silence, find leisure and comfort in the quiet, and let people get close to the most authentic self.

If you don't want to go any further, you can sit quietly by the stream, watch the sparkling light, listen to the fishing boat singing in the evening, watch the fish swim at the shallow bottom, enjoy the dragonfly playing in the water, smell the frogs and birds, smell the incense of flowers and plants, hold one hand in the scorching sun, hide your sleeves, and hold two wisps of breeze in your arms. It's quiet all around. At this moment, no one will tell me: it's dark, you should have a rest; No one will tell me that those documents are no longer processed, and the meeting and inspection are over; And no one will suggest to me: you don't have to miss that woman. Her voice and smile, her youth and everything are floating in the wind

A person, sitting on the sofa in the dusk of the birds' homing, opens Yu Dafu's sinking, slowly reads word by word, slowly immerses his heart in the beautiful words, sometimes conceals his thoughts, sometimes tears, and enjoys the drizzle and breeze in the words. Gradually, the beautiful words grabbed my heart and dragged me into the world of sinking... The soft wind blew across the lake, rippling layers of ripples, and the rain splashed on the lake, emitting a refreshing fragrance

Occasionally, close the book and walk to the balcony.

At this moment, in the noisy and busy world in the daytime, those gray buildings and the streets that have silently borne the lightning, thunder, wind, frost, rain and snow have finally calmed down. Even the moon in the sky is quietly passing through clouds one by one and enjoying the quiet of the night. This realm makes people put aside all distractions, shake off their fatigue, let their mood swim in the night, let their thoughts wander aimlessly, and a steady stream of small joy flows in their blood. Sometimes I think of a certain lyrics, moved and associated, so I turned and entered the house.

Put on your headphones and turn on the radio. Let the music like mountains and rivers drive away everything in my mind. I close my eyes and don't think of anything. I can't remember anything. My heart is empty and full. I just sit there and listen to the music silently. The confusion and complexity are hidden away, and there is a feeling of intoxication in both body and mind. Let your thoughts float over mountains and clouds to a far, far place. The scenery of the distant mountains is really beautiful, with green slopes, flowers, birds, sheep, and streams floating with white clouds... I feel like picking chrysanthemums on the East fence, and I feel like sitting alone in the Huanghe. I say the Begonia is still, and I say a word to fight for the crossing!

When interest comes, you can cook a pot of fragrant tea gently and elegantly, let the vegetable leaves bloom and sublimate quietly in the water, and watch the tea toss in the boiling water, just like the ups and downs of life... Drink slowly and taste carefully with an ordinary heart. What you taste is tea, what is quiet is the heart, what you realize is life, and what you cleanse is the soul. Everything follows the wind, leaving only a faint fragrance, overflowing between lips and teeth and tossing in life.

Or if the literary color is flying, he will lie on the desk, knock out the words he likes, record those unforgettable fragments in life freely and naturally, and give himself a window to vent his heart, or cry, or wind, rain, bright or dim... He can write a feeling under the moon, touch flowers, or high mountains and flowing water, look back on a young smile, and meet the vigorous spring day again. The heart is clean and transparent. Words jump out one by one with clear thoughts. The tip of the pen crosses the path paved with bluestone in my childhood and across thousands of rivers and mountains. I go back to the past and my hometown along the text. The old willow at the edge of the village is still standing in the dusk, holding the sunset and silently polishing the path back home. The wind blows in bursts, and the oblique willows are like the arms called by their mother, persistent and old. In the text, I am happy with my happiness, happy with my happiness, sad with my sadness

When you're tired of writing, open we chat, enjoy your friends' space, listen to your friends' voices, enjoy their beautiful shadows, and contact like-minded friends with the keyboard. Such a silent night, such a quiet sitting, I feel special enrichment, feel special satisfaction, and quietly enjoy this rare warmth.

Outside, the stars are quiet, the moon is quiet, the sky is quiet, the city is quiet, and everything is quiet. I also dropped an anchor in my heart and sank steadily.

Of course, the surface tranquility can never replace the inner tranquility. The real tranquility is not only the tranquility of the environment, nor the tranquility of the region, nor the deeper silence of the night. It is to turn life into a "silent mode", quit complaining and noise. Place your body and mind in a place free from noise. No matter how noisy the environment is, your thoughts and mentality will be wrapped in comfort, from which you will derive detached realm and Enlightenment

This quietness is the calmness after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, the indifference after belittling the worldly disputes, the peace after being weathered, and the tranquility after being honed. It is not only the richness of life, but also the broad-minded of the heart, but also the gradual understanding of the soul and the sublimation of the soul.

The quieter, the more calm, the quieter, the more free and easy.

This is the shallow attitude towards life and the silent expectation for the future. This is not a kind of happiness.

With quiet, you have happiness.