Why bother with the success of the clouds cherishes what it means to cherish the warmth of the earth

The boundless plain is flat and vast, like a huge dark green jade disc, vast and immense, and breathtaking.

A continuous plain, stretched under the sky, without hills, as calm as the sea on a calm day.

The misty rain is like a hazy smoke, covering the Huai River Plain that stretches for thousands of miles.

The climate of the plateau is really unpredictable. Suddenly happy, suddenly angry; Suddenly the wind was full of sky, and suddenly it was so calm that it didn't move.

Spring on the plateau is as short as a rabbit's tail, and it disappears in a flash.

There is also a thin river in the grassy grassland, exposed to the sun, and from a distance, it looks like a glowing silver necklace.

After the rain, the grassland is full of wildflowers, like a freshly soaked flower turban, and even the dew drops are colorful!

A vast prairie, boundless in size, and the breeze carried the fragrance of the earth, blowing a large field of crops like ripples.

Night shrouded the grassland, and a full moon flashed out of the fish-scale clouds, and the grassland was filled with a hazy moonlight, like a faint silver mist rising up.

How the grassland resembles the sea! It's just quieter than the sea; How much the grassland is like a painting without a frame, so vast that you can't see the edge.

Looking at it from a distance, there are white clouds wriggling on the grass, it turns out that this is a flock of sheep in the pasture, one by one, white, fat and lovely, making the grassland more vibrant.

"The years are quiet, warm as ever" means: the time in life is quiet and beautiful, warm just like the beginning of life.

The Years Are Quiet is a love poem by the poet Spiritual Retreat. The full text is as follows:

I couldn't write a word in the bushes.

But you don't really need that word.

You just need me to snuggle gently.

Dumb sky.

Like my head.

Always wandering, wandering.

We only had it when it rained.

before they got together.

But nothing is beautiful anymore.

Rain mixed with dirt, filth, blood and tears, and time.

It can leave a long scar on the ground.

What's more, it's the naïve you and me.

From then on, I didn't dare to say that I was young.

From then on, I didn't dare to say that I knew love.

From then on, I didn't dare to say that it didn't matter.

We got together and said that the years were quiet.

We broke up and said the years were quiet.

It's true that the years are quiet.

We've always thought so.

But we are not years.

Today I tasted your tears.

Those were my tears, too.

Those are also the tears of the years.

The fragility of the world belongs to everyone.

Tonight, I still belong to you.

Belong to your fragile snuggle.

Tomorrow, I will be my own snuggle.

The years are quiet, and everything is calm.

The girl I love.

You must be forever young.

You must always be reserved.

You must always love me.

The years are quiet, and there are no regrets in this life!

The days of life are quiet and beautiful, and life is full of warmth, which can always be the same as the original pursuit of life.

There are always big and small difficulties and twists and turns in a person's life, and there will always be strife and competition in the world. There will be indifference, parting and even betrayal, etc., after experiencing and seeing too much, it is inevitable that you will yearn for a quiet and indisputable life, and yearn for the initial warmth and touching in people's hearts.

Life is peaceful and quiet, and the warmth is still the same.

From only wishing that the years are quiet, may you be as warm as ever - another little goldfish.

Life is peaceful and quiet, and the warmth is still the same.

I only wish the years to be quiet, may you be as warm as ever.

Life is peaceful and tranquil as well.

The warmth is still the same.