Listen and Then Talk

Life has length, so how can we not talk about length; days have bitterness and joy, how can we not talk about bitterness and joy. Instead of dreaming about spring and summer in autumn and winter, I would rather practice in reality. Maybe I am not very good, it has something to do with me, just feel it yourself. —Sometimes, we rewind in the autumn shadows and reincarnate in the rewind. —Sometimes, I wish I hadn't grown up, maybe later. —Sometimes, my beauty is admired by me. —Sometimes, green is green, red is red, and everything is hidden. How to live, to live toward death, and still be beautiful!