Middle-aged calm make life no longer fantasy, reality needs and secular conjecture perhaps more easily satisfying. Grassland, the sky and the slopes. Pan affection between landscape, longitudinal heart speechless song. Zero, dormant imago, calm a bowl of water, be half cigarettes incense. Abandon blundering, plunge into a steady dirt, suddenly wipe green. Love the world, love everything that happens in the world, friends, relatives and even the enemy. To put it mildly, smooth and driven Cong instead of searing urgently.
Work as survival depending on, but in the process of beauty and duties. Don't go to flaunt what, enjoy quiet the happiness of the work. Work in pursuit of efficiency, quality and cheerful, after the job as far as possible from the vassal business rao, calm knock into the table a piece of paper, a face of smile, a sound persuasion. Has like the sun penetrates the glass as calm silent, magnanimous tolerance.
That middle-aged people just understand: anything that has a duality, you think wrong, appear to others may be right, you think right, and in others may seem is wrong. And your best efforts to struggle, are probably just others get rid of and abandoned. Position is merely a cup, and your recuperation and character is your cup of the ticket. Enjoy buckish after quiet.
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