Prompt: Everything on the outside is just a projection of one's inner self. If the heart is still, any external noise will not cause waves in the inner lake. Therefore, a true wise man does not stay away from the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, but builds fences and grows chrysanthemums in his heart. The real strong person is not to stay away from the reality of suffering, but to cultivate inner meditation.

Prompt: When the chrysanthemums bloom, the flowers have already withered. She was the only one who drove alone next to the sparse fence, which made people feel happy and different. What's even more different is that chrysanthemums prefer to retain their fragrant dead branches rather than be blown off by the north wind

Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.

Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.

Prompt: Even the closest of hearts, if not nurtured with care, will drift apart, turning into isolated islands. In the realm of emotions, there is no casual persistence, only deliberate maintenance.

Prompt: Even the closest of hearts, if not nurtured with care, will drift apart, turning into isolated islands. In the realm of emotions, there is no casual persistence, only deliberate maintenance. Chinese ancient style

Prompt: once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimps beyond this illusion inset a course for winds of fortune yadda yadda masquerading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season and if i claim to be a wise man it surely means that i dont know cast about like a ship on the ocean something about devotion etc etc

Prompt: While you and I are alive among blood and ice, Among the oblivion of love in the weariness of labor. On our torn sleeves the swastika has decayed, It would be better to look at the clouds like fools. A transparent butterfly soul in the pollen of hopes He will rise, hurrying home, above the blackness of his clothes. Only the body spilled a glass of milk into the ground, He had so little time to look at the clouds. On pain of our own deaths in the desire to be, We are ready to shed the tears of future children over the edges. Forgive us for the weakness of our souls, for what is deep The sadness of bloody puddles, beyond the clouds...

Prompt: You must learn to meditate, not only to gain insight into the law of mutual transformation between things, but also to maintain attention to this law of change, and to cultivate yourself from a philosophical perspective. This life of a person is a process of continuous practice and continuous improvement. Frustration and confusion are normal in life, but if we don’t reflect and summarize, when we encounter similar problems again, we will fall into the same trap.

Prompt: Sweet smell, nectared flowers, bursting……..lightspeed senses, happiness coursing with existence, delicately embracing the smooth flowing lava from volcanic eruptions of thought, deep into the sky of the complicated mind of shimmering stars. This is the meaning of life……….the awakening of sultry depression forced into the world, begging on its bloody knees, just to be abandoned, intrigued to discover the separate but not dissimilar evolution of spirit and generation into never ending flowers of hope, destiny, spirituality, acceptance and love……..floating softly on a fantasy, living fast in the ecstasy, only now able to express, only now able to be and only now able to process………...what was and is. Ever so slowly dragging my feet through the soft golden sands made from tired souls metamorphosing into the bliss of running free in strides of light, bounding through understanding and living expression. The blinding light of all seeps into our ears and our minds, life and existence forced to fuse in the ultimate loneliness of your unknown thoughts………..taking over all emotion, bringing colour to a monochromic cesspool of dark thoughts.What is it that this means…..a slow lesson….the forbidden key…..forgiveness, understanding and love is all we need.

Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love

Prompt: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.I am moved to tears by the flowers of the hour, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.raining

Prompt: Dances sunlight, carves pathways, weaves dreams, ignites fires, paints horizons, orchestrates mornings, sculpts silhouettes, harvests hope, captains adventures, spins tales, nurtures blooms, forges destinies, charts stars, kindles laughter, anchors tempests, composes symphonies, crafts wonders, pilots reveries, engineers bridges, blossoms fiercely.

Prompt: Even the best fate cannot withstand insincerity, and deep feelings need cherishing. There are no real fools in this world, only those willing to play innocent for you.

Prompt: The wise can simplify and clarify complex matters. Conversely, some intentionally create trouble, making easy things difficult and resulting in complications. Initially, one might attribute it to foolishness, but now I realize there is another intention behind it. However, the thoughts of people are subtle and difficult to thoroughly fathom.

Prompt: The first to awaken will be the Fish. Deep in the mirror we will perceive a very faint line and the color of this line will be like no other color. Later on, other shapes will begin to stir. Little by little they will differ from us; little by little they will not imitate us. They will break through the barriers of glass or metal and this time will not be defeated. cinematic, anime

Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love

Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love

Prompt: My wife is a gentle woman; her warmth caresses my soul like a gentle spring breeze. She always communicates with me with a smile and a soft tone, making our home a place filled with warmth and harmony. Her gentleness is evident in every aspect of our daily lives. In household chores, she takes meticulous care, infusing each detail with her affection. No matter how exhausting my day may be, returning home to her gentleness is like being comforted by healing hands, bringing tranquility and peace. In our conversations, she consistently listens to my thoughts, be they joys or worries. She understands and respects my perspectives, never imposing opinions. She uses her tenderness to bind our family together, creating an environment full of warmth and love. Her eyes are filled with deep affection; each gaze makes me feel her selfless love. Her gentleness is the secret to the enduring flame of our love, making me deeply grateful and fortunate. In this world, having a gentle wife is the utmost happiness. Her gentleness serves as the pillar of our family, the source of love, and my sanctuary for the soul. I am grateful for such a warm and caring companion, making life brim with sweetness and warmth.

Prompt: an architectural orthogonal 45 degree diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design for family gathering and kindergarden playground

Negative: perpective

Style: Line Art

Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

Prompt: Five flowered horses, thousand golden fur, Hu'er will exchange for good wine, and together with you, we will sell our eternal worries.

Prompt: A masterpiece, a thread running through two worlds, intertwining the living and the dead. The left is the dead and the right is the living. The living is a healthy man who inhabits a living world.

Prompt: an image described by:All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move, All beings are in myself embraced. O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love, How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast ! It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee ; My body thy vessel is and only serves As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.

Prompt: It’s okay to lose yourself for a few days only if you know you will find yourself at the other side. The days could become weeks or even months. Sometimes years, maybe a lifetime. Who are you to set an alarm on a dream.

Prompt: Beautiful facade, hidden chaos, contrasting views; serene exterior, impending disaster, dual perspectives; picturesque scene, ominous turmoil, opposite impressions; idyllic surface, impending doom, contrasting perceptions; deceptive beauty, impending havoc, dual outlook; tranquil appearance, impending wreckage, conflicting impressions; scenic charm, impending chaos, dual perspectives; contrasting beauty, imminent destruction, conflicting views

Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!

Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!

Prompt: In the sea of flowers in spring, flowers bloom and exude a charming aroma. A little girl came to the Flower Sea, hoping to meet the creatures of nature. Her wish seemed to have been answered, and a beautiful deer slowly approached her. Its gentle and intelligent gaze exudes tenderness and wisdom. however The little girl approached the deer curiously, and it did not retreat, quietly waiting for her approach. When she gently stroked the gentle hair of the deer, she felt the warmth and peace on their bodies, as if there was a tacit understanding between them. The girl and deer embrace each other in the sea of flowers, conveying warmth and gratitude to each other. They bathed in the fragrance of a sea of flowers, enjoying the beauty of nature together Wonderful. The deer's eyes are clear and bright, exuding innocence and tranquility, the girl's eyes The eyes flow with joy and awe.

Prompt: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.

Prompt: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.

Prompt: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.

Prompt: An ancient Chinese poem\"Chrysanthemum\" is a poetic masterpiece With the rhythm of the water as its guide it sails into the night,side by side,the use of light green soft blue,tinted in Chinese red and muted earth tones creates a harmonious balance Depicted in The Song Dynasty style,960-1279 --ar3:4 --s 180

Prompt: During the midjourney, there is a gossip transformation taking place. It acts like an awakening shake, bringing a shift in perspective. YiXiang, symbolizing the ever-changing nature of life, intertwines with the demon head, representing our inner struggles and challenges. The journey is filled with vitality speckles, small bursts of energy and inspiration that guide us along the way. The wisdom eye opens, allowing us to see beyond the surface and tap into deeper understanding. It's an inner journey of self-discovery and growth, where the balance flag is raised to maintain equilibrium in all aspects of life. And finally, as we progress, we find ourselves in the liberating crescent moon, a state of release and liberation.

Prompt: The stars are clear, the stars are high! What do you keep inside yourself, what do you hide? Stars that conceal deep thoughts, By the power with which you captivate the soul

Prompt: The stars are clear, the stars are high! What do you keep inside yourself, what do you hide? Stars that conceal deep thoughts, By the power with which you captivate the soul

Prompt: We inherit the earth, we inherit the war. I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm. The past still echoes through our dreams: Plant the Tree of Life inside the Heart of the Machine.

Prompt: mysterious white tiger family sci-fi surreal beautiful tiger, butterflies, planets, butterflies, stars, aurora borealis northern lights cold feeling,

Negative: blurry, ugly, weird, too dim, not brightly lit, scary, missing legs, extra legs,

Style: Cinematic

Prompt: make an adult person smiling with happiness in the midst of darkness, illuminating wherever he goes, a person who has learned to live with his own understanding and evolution

Prompt: An ancient Chinese poem\\\"Chrysanthemum\\\" is a poetic masterpiece With the rhythm of the water as its guide it sails into the night,side by side,the use of light green soft blue,tinted in Chinese red and muted earth tones creates a harmonious balance Depicted in The Song Dynasty style,960-1279 --ar3:4 --s 180

Prompt: wrestle with anxieties of the soul as the thin boundary between reality and the irrational collapse into a psychologically fraught chromatic cacophony.

Prompt: We always spend running away from something in life, imagine a person going after their dreams even though they are having so much trouble these days in the mental, spiritual and physical wars, create an oriental scenario and it is raining in the place

Prompt: the four horsemen of the apocalypse descend from heaven. Bringing love, kindness and acceptance. They hand out flowers to the humans on earth.

Prompt: the four horsemen of the apocalypse descend from heaven. Bringing love, kindness and acceptance. They hand out flowers to the humans on earth.

Prompt: an image described by: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live …

Prompt: My heart is dull and my eyes are wavering I was alone in this world All I knew of spring was falling petals Every year, I was treated coldly

Prompt: People will forget many things in this world. Whether it is big or small, good or bad, what you remember will be forgotten by others. You remember the things that others have forgotten. Memories are like a puzzle. You hold some puzzle pieces, and others also hold puzzle pieces. Only by working together can we piece together a somewhat complete memory. Now, both grandpa and grandma have been buried in the earth. The memories and stories about my growth have also been buried in the ground. When people are buried in the ground, there are still bones, and there are still people who care about them. Memories are gone when they are buried in the ground. Pencil drawing style. Chinese middle-aged man height:576

Prompt: People will forget many things in this world. Whether it is big or small, good or bad, what you remember will be forgotten by others. You remember the things that others have forgotten. Memories are like a puzzle. You hold some puzzle pieces, and others also hold puzzle pieces. Only by working together can we piece together a somewhat complete memory. Now, both grandpa and grandma have been buried in the earth. The memories and stories about my growth have also been buried in the ground. When people are buried in the ground, there are still bones, and there are still people who care about them. Memories are gone when they are buried in the ground. Pencil drawing style. Chinese middle-aged man ,without hands. not to old.light color

Prompt: People will forget many things in this world. Whether it is big or small, good or bad, what you remember will be forgotten by others. You remember the things that others have forgotten. Memories are like a puzzle. You hold some puzzle pieces, and others also hold puzzle pieces. Only by working together can we piece together a somewhat complete memory. Now, both grandpa and grandma have been buried in the earth. The memories and stories about my growth have also been buried in the ground. When people are buried in the ground, there are still bones, and there are still people who care about them. Memories are gone when they are buried in the ground.