Clear and Shallow Years

I love to sit under the eaves, listening to soothing music. The mellow melodies drift out, carrying a hint of nostalgia and warmth, a sense of serenity that fills the heart, lingering softly in the ears, gradually permeating the quiet chambers. Gently picking up a fragment of the serenity of time, placing a tranquil heart in the embrace of floral fragrance, holding a quiet affection with a touch of poetic companionship. The blooming flowers of time bring a ray of warmth to the heart, securing the soul's understanding within a life of tranquility.

Summer, the morning is clear, like my serene heart; the wind is light, like the footsteps of my soul. Enveloping a path of years with a gentle embrace, guarding a tree of years' floral fragrance. The shallow years, the flowing days, quietly leaning on the ordinariness and stability of life, possessing a quiet serenity and peace within.

I often find myself entangled in the complicated worries of the world, unaware that there are better landscapes waiting to be appreciated. Instead of lamenting the falling blossoms of the evening, it's better to sit down quietly, brew a room with tea fragrance, hold a book of poetry and prose, savor the lingering aroma of tea, seek the fragrance of poetry, such a state of mind will broaden the heart and bring fragrance to the inner self.
I just want to be a simple person, using a simple heart to see the complex world. Filtering out the vulgarities, sitting outside to observe the splendor of the mortal world. Everything in the world will return to you a sense of clarity and purity. Holding a wisp of a breeze, letting life be released, and letting the soul be dependent on it; letting simplicity and tranquility return to the original nature of life.