Author: forest of steles passers-by
When we are old, the sun will still shine warmly on the branches. At that time, can we sit quietly under the tree and listen to the sound of flowers?
When we are old, the world will be much better than it is now, walking on the road we ran when we were young and watching the city we built with sweat. Perhaps, at that time, what surged in my heart was not only a kind of pride, but also relief and smoothness.
When we get old and our children grow up, our mentality will not be young. Bathed in the sunshine, we can wander quietly in the tunnel of time. At that time, you didn't know that familiar figure or unforgettable memory was passing through your heart.
Time will change everything, including our appearance, including our posture. When we are old, I wonder if we can still sit quietly in front of the silver screen, tap the keyboard and touch the inexplicable heartbeat with our heart, as we do now?
When we are old, our steps are listless. Perhaps what we longed for most at that time was someone who could accompany you all the way, stand by you and listen to the stories you have never finished in your life.
When we get old, we no longer care about people, but about nature. At that time, all our love and feelings will melt into infinite admiration for nature. Only then can we have the mood and time to quietly appreciate the beauty and harmony of nature.
When we are old, our hearts will be like calm lake water, which will no longer stir up any waves. At that time, we will quietly look at the blue sky, let the past years fly with our thoughts, and let the kites of youth fly freely on the fertile soil in our hearts.
When we are old, we will cherish love, affection and friendship, and cherish every dawn and dusk by drinking a cup of fragrant tea and listening to an old song of the years.
Life is like a top, which keeps spinning, and we will eventually go from prime to old age. When we are old, we will look back at every bittersweet moment today and smile indifferently. How much misty rain on the balcony, how much bitterness and helplessness will drift away with the wind in this smile.
Every cycle of life is a process of blooming and falling. When the flowers bloom, they will bloom to the fullest. When flowers bloom, there will be a colorful place and a regretless youth.
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