Times are like the wind, classic prose 1
The wind of time has passed through that lingering dream, and is indifferently carved in the memory.
The past of the years. The fleeting agreement has been blotted out.
A journey of vicissitudes of life, with the ever-changing records of Sinonuo.
The regrets in my heart have become the dust and wind in my heart. Even if there are blooming flowers,
My heart will be as heavy as a stone, and I will not smell the fragrance of the water and the flowers, and I will not see the colorful flowers.
If the heart is brilliant, even if it cherishes thousands of things, it will also be as free and unrestrained as the wind, with a face full of spring.
It is the situation in the pen, which promises the free and easy plot in the poem.
A summer passed by the winding path filled with the sound of cicadas and the lingering fragrance of flowers and birds.
What people actually love the most is the distinction between spring and autumn, and what they also love most is the breeze of the two seasons.
The feeling of being unhurried and impatient is as beautiful as falling water and blooming flowers, and it carries the majesty of everything in the sky.
The sound of autumn curls up my ears, rippling with the sadness of butterflies disappearing and flowers dying.
The beauty is still the same, but there is more melancholy marriage.
There is no beauty in Youjing, but depression in the splendor.
It’s time for snow to fall on the land in the far north and thousands of mountains to freeze.
The changing seasons have become a carrier of leisurely movement.
This autumn is the beauty after the flowers bloom.
It is also a painful experience of separation and the separation of all things.
It also bears the difficulty of hiding sadness. language.
It’s just that the pain of separation varies from person to person.
Standing at the intersection in early autumn, watching the flowers fall into mud, watching the wind come and the cold rise,
Only God can understand the hardships along the way.
Those times I have seen and the experiences I have cried,
will always be engraved in my heart, and the accompanying tears and the beauty of laughter,
are still persistent. Sleep becomes music over the years.
I think of it in loneliness, vaguely.
Looking back, in fact, many of the obsessions I have done are just a reward and encounter.
Looking back, I lost my heartfelt feelings.
The days are still the same, some things fade away if you look down on them,
But some things are stamped on the iron,
Become a complete failure . The world is full of flowers, and the passing years are easy to be imagined and drunk.
When people are in the sea, there will always be some sadness and dream-like silence.
Time flies, winter comes and summer comes, and life is aging in this passing process.
That encounter on the street is still lingering in my memory.
High mountains and flowing water, and listen to the wind.
Years pass by quietly, and I know how to be comfortable and safe.
Take some time to watch the sunset,
The beauty in life may be our eternal theme.
Slow down and create your own scenery. Moving forward among the plants and trees,
Hurrying through the failure of flowers and flowers. Smiling with the years,
Parallel with elegance, dyeing the intersection between the fingers with the heartbeat of spring and autumn,
Ripples in the wind of dust that is gradually moving away! Time is Like the Wind Classic Prose 2
Inadvertently, winter has begun again, and the falling leaves, although they do not give up the warmth of the tree, eventually fall one after another under the ruthless raging autumn wind. The most beautiful yellow that once fell into my eyes could only helplessly pile up on the ground. The beauty of yesterday no longer exists. Before I even thought about saying goodbye to autumn, winter arrived early, and all I could see was the vast sky.
The pace of the years is so hurried. The days slip away quietly in the typing of the keyboard every day. Before I have time to think, the dark nights are ushered in one after another. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but the past that is long gone will always appear in my mind. Maybe, there will be many complexes in a person’s life. When a person’s age and experience have accumulated to a high level, some memories will naturally come back. The past is covered in dust in a lonely corner. After filtering for a long time, it may gradually become clear in memories on an inadvertent day.
The sky above Beijing is still the familiar gray and slightly thin air, which makes breathing less smooth. The sporadic light rain wets the ends of the hair, but my heart feels it. Winter is approaching. Early winter quietly drove away the poetry of late autumn. Today, it drew a clear end and easily occupied every corner of the city. One spring, one summer, one autumn and winter, the cycle of seasons cannot be determined by anyone's preference. She will not stop her pace of changing just because someone is greedy for the beauty of autumn. What is supposed to come will definitely come. What has to go will definitely pass.
In fact, I know in my heart that if I cannot get rid of the shadow of sadness, I will not be able to feel true happiness. But even if you turn off the music that makes you sad, stop writing and read the words that make you melancholy, you still can't get rid of the inherent sentimentality of women.
I pursue perfection, but there are too many imperfections in my life. But my heart is thinking, how can I put a perfect patch on this imperfect life? But in this patchwork life, even if it seems perfect, can I really feel relieved in my heart?
"The years are quiet and the world is stable. This is what Hu Lancheng said when he and Zhang Ailing got married. A man with no sense of responsibility casually expressed people's yearning for the best in life. If possible, I would rather believe that when he said this, he wanted to give her a lifetime of stability from the bottom of his heart. As for whether he was able to do it later is another matter.
When the prosperity is gone, looking at the mortal world in the distance, it is like a dream or an illusion, but it is unclear, and I will be sad for the whole life. I feel that this winter is a bit cold, and the years are rushing back like the wind.