The wind blew gently. The years parked on the mottled wall, eroding the wall little by little, leaving only deep or shallow "scars".
Time is like a song. It was composed and performed by you and me together. That beautiful ballad and the beautiful notes are a tune that makes people forget to leave.
Looking back suddenly, the vicissitudes of life that we have experienced on the road have become indelible memories! The dreams that stay in our hearts have become the "Peach Blossom Land" that makes people admire.
What is quietly in our hearts? What leaves love and hatred in our hearts? Can you remember those song-like and dream-like years?
Walking hand in hand with you, I have never experienced any hurt and pain. How many people have been affected by these long years? My heart. How many affectionate past events have been deeply buried. I want to pick up those yellowed photos and recall the bits and pieces of happiness that have passed. However, everything is like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water, out of reach. < /p>
Walking by the Tamsui River, watching the water rushing by, I seem to see the thin figure of Confucius standing on the river bank, facing the rushing water and uttering the sigh that the world is looking for: "The deceased is like a man, "Don't give up day and night". Is it the lessons learned from the ancients or my own insights? Why do I feel so lonely in my heart? Why is my heart that was once so full so empty at this moment?
In the long river of time, I Driving a small boat, I set sail from the source of my life. In the rapids, I may have to miss the moored shore to find the hidden flowers. The rain wet my clothes and blurred my eyes. I hit a rock hard on the river, And the river
does not understand sympathy. The long river of time has been danced by the wind into rough waves, but I still set up a small boat to break through the waves and sail forward. I am not afraid of bumps, and I am not afraid of being capsized. I just want to prove that I I am not a ferryman. In the long river of time, will there be a moment when a peach blossom garden suddenly turns into a hell on earth? I don’t understand the meaning of life, so I have to continue to set sail in the river, drifting to the ends of the earth to watch the sunset, in order to calm down the life. The twists and turns.
I have walked through it without any regrets, I don’t regret the lost youth, I don’t feel sad for the old body. I don’t care about the short-lived moving things, I once had a moment of light, it’s A dazzling light spot in the years.
Everything has a beginning and an end. The wheel of life is turning, quietly and gently. It is turning and moving quietly in a place that neither you nor I have noticed. Life is there. The endless reincarnation, the endless moaning of fate. In this indescribable desolation, there is a kind of beauty. This is the tragic beauty, this is the beauty of struggle-not afraid of being broken into pieces, full of hope in the heart, and renewing the symbol of life. Puzzle to create a more beautiful life.
In the season when the wind blows, only the leaves dance with it, and the rest is just the whisper of loneliness. In such a season, the years are like songs. I am light Singing softly, are you listening? In all the years, are you wasting your years? Or are you composing another unique song? Make up a flowery dream that is different from the past and yearns for the future. When the wind stops After that, everything returns to its original state. But you haven't found the target yet?
Don't worry about whether there are cliffs on the road ahead, or whether the bridge in front has been repaired. The shadow of time may run ahead of you. It makes you at a loss. So, dare to love and dare to hate.
The wind blows and leaves fall all over the ground/The Yangtze River does not wait to go east/Memories are like silk cocoons/The years are like songs and memories.
In dreams, flowers bloom and fall, and life is wandering. Don’t let the years be so lonely, there should be fulfilling songs of the years in your life!