Shakespeare said:
Every past is a prelude to the beginning, paving the way for the melody in this life ballad, ups and downs, or joy or sadness.
Everyone we met in the past, everything that happened and every robbery we experienced were all beating notes, and their existence always kept the integrity of the ballad.
Life is a ballad, time is a melody, and the past is a note.
The happy past is a group of happy notes, so their melodies are cheerful and their songs are beautiful. The gloomy past is a set of sad notes, so their melodies are sad, and the songs they write are also sad.
Time can't go back, only walking is eternal. Just like the overture cannot be rewound, only the melody is the climax.
Those old people and things in the past have become the melody in ballads, singing the early days of the cardamom, telling the hidden worries of youth and recalling unforgettable moments.
Remember in half-life cried and said to shen:
Some people, some feelings, can be the past, but it is difficult to go back.
And we, after suffering and struggling, will also become a butterfly with broken pupa.
Everything is not what it used to be. Perhaps, we still love the people and things of the past, but this kind of love only exists in and remains in the old days of the past.
Because the past is still the past, and we are not who we were at that time.
In fact, why should we care whether the melody in the past is pleasing to the ear? As long as this moment is provocative and pleasant, it is the best time to March.
Zhang Xiaoxian said:
Many times, we are too persistent and stay in the past world, ignoring the beautiful scenery in front of us.
But I don't want to, people and things in the past have already climbed the vines of the years, leaving branches of memories. Only we are still standing under the tree, not knowing what to say.
Everyone is awake, but you and I are still drunk.
Life is short, it's fleeting. If you don't wake up from your past dreams, how can you have time to see the clouds in front of you as gentle as the sea and neon lights as fire?
Many farewells are silent. A lot of forgetfulness is natural.
Lin said:
Some meet, beautiful as a meteor, and fall before they can see its most beautiful appearance. And its instant gliding in the night sky has become an instant eternity.
Some farewells are as quiet as the wind and disappear before the storm comes. The whole world is quiet, as if the temptation has never moved.
All that passes by is scenery. I've been through these years. All you have is a moment.
When you have seen all the prosperity, that is what you should cherish most, the flowers that are still in your life. Those withered into mud are just the fragrance of a spring in youth. And then we broke up.
A journey of mountains and rivers, a journey of roads. Flowers bloom for a season, but it is a lifetime.
Every journey is a brand-new story. Every season is the last farewell. If you really can't say goodbye, forgetting is the best commemoration.
Don't disturb the dream of time, don't entangle fleeting events, and don't cling to the fantasy of time.
Learn to appreciate the scenery in front of you, learn to be content with the status quo, and learn to look forward to the beauty in the distance.
Put aside the past, brush away the clouds and feel what you have. At this moment, flowers will always bloom in your eyes, stars will always shine on your head, and your lover will always be young in your heart.
May you-
Forget the past days and cherish the good life now. See mountains as mountains and water as water, and don't like flowers passing away.
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