Time knows the taste, and years are agarwood.

? The rings of time gradually become thicker, and the years are full of days and harvest the age. Time knows the taste, and time is agarwood.

? Time is useless, people spend half their lives looking up. When people reach middle age, they always want to let the hands of time go slowly and then slowly. However, time is really silent. It answers all the questions in the world.

? Life is a thick calendar, which is inadvertently torn off one by one. Looking back, the calendar has turned to May 2022, one-third of 2022, and it has been ruthlessly submerged in years with too many disappointments and regrets.

? We are all passers-by in the world. In order to hold up a sky, we kept our promise, told white lies, pretended to smile, tasted the ups and downs, left behind all kinds of life, wrote one desperate song after another, and wrote chapter after chapter of helpless poems.

If there is anything in life, I would rather exchange it with 1000 yuan. The bitterness of years is also the spice of life. Taste a little more and you will remember the sweetness. Dreams are just desires in the dark. Tear off all disguised faces and don't let vanity confuse your eyes.

? Along the way, we stumbled, throwing the beauty in our hearts beyond recognition, the mud under our feet was extending, without stopping, without fear, patting the dust on our bodies, waving to yesterday, and the days will continue. Don't give up, I believe it will turn around not far away, and I hope all the good things can meet unexpectedly.

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