Annual diary:
The white snow in winter is about to end, the north wind comes and goes, and the years are long. We always like to divide them and look for ourselves behind time in every intermittent thought.
On a day that is opened at random, traces of today are crossed out, as if the day has passed, but everything is still the same, neither increasing nor decreasing.
The mind is unorganized and the thoughts are unsteady and unclear. So, when I finally put pen to paper, I felt like I was in a trance for ten years, and everything in my dream, discarding the false and retaining the true, became the light of my soul.
When you uphold good thoughts, good thoughts will come back to you.
Intention: The beauty of life comes from the goodwill in the heart.