Left countless impressions.
A path
Left behind the years.
What remains unchanged is the trajectory of life.
What changes is the vitality of youth.
A quiet path
Romantic steps
You've stepped on it a thousand times.
Euphemism is the note you stepped on.
Sometimes standing on the path.
Sometimes I feel blue on the path.
The road at a loss dares not move forward.
It still starts tomorrow.
The wind is blowing.
Put forward as a proposal.
It will turn green in spring and thicken in summer.
Still addicted to it
The arrival of summer
Painted a green rhyme.
Beautiful colors make people ecstatic.
The ancient bell rang again and again.
Flipped
rush upon one's mind
The shadows on both sides are still your memories for many years.
The following are the most beautiful whispers.
A winding path
How many dreams set sail here?
How many flames have been lit here?
Lean against the tree and wait for your arrival.