There is a kind of jade, called "elegant to the extreme"

There is a kind of jade, called "elegant to the extreme", not impatient, not tepid, not fiery...

A name for jade that describes a material with uniform color, no cotton, and no impurities. We often call this material or finished product "elegant"!

Life is like a tree of flowers in bloom, sometimes quiet, sometimes passionate, sometimes lonely, sometimes brilliant.

Jade has an extroverted character and bright colors, and its beauty is always unique!

The days gradually become heavier in the rings of time. Those innocent, lively, or contemplative souls are engraved with deep or shallow, thick or light marks in the prosperity and noise. I really appreciate this sentence: Life is an illusion.

In fact, over the years, isn't everyone trudging through this illusion? Crying in real laughter, laughing in real crying, a piece of misty rain, half a curtain of dreams, many times, we have to admit: life, is not lonely, we just don’t want to say it.

Listening to the falling of the world in silence, I gradually understand: in life, there will always be many helplessness, hope, disappointment, longing, and hesitation. Only after experiencing bitterness can you know sweetness; only after experiencing pain can you understand strength; only after being stupid can you grow.

There are always some regrettable gaps in life. Some people make you care about them, but you cannot be with them; some things make you envy them, but you cannot have them; some missed opportunities make you nostalgic, but you will regret it for the rest of your life.

In this noisy world, we need a place that suits us to rest our souls.

Maybe, it is a quiet house; maybe, it is a book without words; maybe, it is a maze path. As long as it is where your heart is, it is your stop, so that you will not be so confused when you set off in the future.

The world of mortals is three thousand feet high, but my thoughts are among the mountains and rivers. Life is not always smooth sailing. Because of love, I let go; because of letting go, I am silent; because of understanding, I look back with peace of mind.

Perhaps, the days with wind and rain carry the heaviness of life; the days with light wind and clear sky are more suitable for quiet understanding.

I deeply understand that not everything in this world is as we imagine. Sometimes, mountains are the story of water, and clouds are the story of wind; sometimes, stars are not the story of the night, and affection is not the story of love.

In the journey of life, many people walk and walk, and then they disperse; many things fade away as they are watched; many dreams are broken as they are dreamed; many tears flow and then they dry up.

Life is originally a world of vicissitudes in the dust, but when you look back, the vicissitudes of the world turn into bitterness, sweetness, sourness and spiciness.

I like the kind of beauty that is extremely light, neither anxious nor impatient, neither lukewarm nor fiery, with slow and silent steps, slow and orderly; a faint smile, thousands of deep feelings, a little dust, light thoughts and calm actions. In the depths of time, I quietly watch the flowers bloom and fade. Although I have experienced many vicissitudes of life, I still smile with the same warmth as before.

In fact, it’s not that I’m not affectionate, it’s that I loved too deeply in the past; it’s not that I don’t understand love, it’s that I know how strong wine is after loving. In the winding road of life, no one can change the criss-crossing past, but, in the distant looking back, all the pain and tears have turned into strength; those that cannot be forgotten and keep in mind have dried up and turned into scenery.

Standing on the peak of time and grazing the soul, a journey of mountains and rivers, the world, vicissitudes, fleeting years, and pure joy, a night of one person, we finally learned: in a heart of indifference, smiling at the white moonlight of two people.

With a touch of understanding, collect every bit of happiness, let it flow through the years, through the warmth of your fingertips, hope that the years will be peaceful. Along the way, you will find that warmth has always been a kind of attraction in our life, isn't it? Riding the waves in the ocean of life, at the end of the cloud sails, looking back, you will see a different world everywhere, with light clouds and gentle breezes.

There is a kind of experience called going through vicissitudes of life, there is a kind of vision called smiling with tears, there is a kind of pursuit called shallow walking and quiet thinking, there is a kind of beauty called extreme lightness.

Give life a reason to smile, don’t let your heart carry too much burden; give yourself a way to warm yourself, seek with the obsession of the wind, be tranquil with the posture of the lotus, with a smile, and polish the years into the most beautiful scenery on the branches of life.

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