Some people compare time to a river because it has a long history; Some people compare time to a flower because it is black and fragrant; Some people compare years to a book, because there are endless contents in the book that we need to interpret with our souls.
Time is like a boat that swims quietly, its figure is looming in the sky, and the shallow ripples left behind are floating around with our endless thoughts.
I used to use words to find what I wanted, but now I use words to find myself, my confusion, my hesitation, and something beautiful and clean in my heart.
Life is long, and we have been pursuing things that can make us happy, things that can make us happy. I also hope that my happiness can make the person I like happy and his mood is happy.
Some time in life is spent striding, and some time is spent strolling and drinking. Sometimes it is used to keep in mind.
Everyone is dust in time, making the trip he wants. Sometimes our bodies and minds get wet, and sometimes the sun warms everything.
Everyone is writing his life in different forms. Everyone wants their life to be perfect, with fewer regrets. However, sometimes, it is those unfinished regrets that make life better.
Sometimes I often wonder if there will be another amazing result if I meet someone at another time. But that's just imagination. Some things can only be thought of in a flash.
I gave the most boring and lonely time in my life to words. It was an unreserved submission, including my tears and laughter, and my sadness and sadness.
Breathing the fresh breath of the Millennium in the Book of Songs, I wrote down my heart, which is an indisputable happiness.
How many love affairs have passed by in life can only be expressed by a indifferent poem. Only love can know the depth of love, only love can know the beauty of love, and only love can know how to cherish management.
Life is a kind of wandering, and the body wanders in the distance with its soul. Like a butterfly, stepping in shallow water, asking about the flowers and reaching the source of a hangover.
Remember your childhood dream? Remember that youthful smile? Whose youth has never buried sorrow? Whose time has never lost its pain?
Youth is a song that we cannot taste. When we recall its youth, we are either middle-aged or well dressed.
Time is fair to everyone, but we didn't neglect on the road, or missed those beautiful things.
A wonderful part of life is written casually. Squeeze out the bitterness of time, brew it, it will flow to the nib of the soul, and then the nib will open a pure flower.
Many people meet by chance, then miss it when they walk, and then they can't find each other anymore. Everything from time will eventually disappear in time.
What makes us happy and miserable again and again in life is actually meeting and missing again and again. The most difficult thing for us to say is the most common sentence, "goodbye" and "hello" ...
If you can't let the person you missed know what you missed, keep your unique beauty in the time you missed forever. Maybe one day he will change.
When I turned around, I just saw your elegant and sad appearance, so his heart was inexplicably full of pity and love.
If one day you miss someone, but you can't see the result, please don't be sad. You just need to remember that person is really in your heart, because any careful walking is a kind of beauty.
Memories buried in dust are sometimes blown up by the wind. This is not the fault of the wind, nor the fault of the heart. After all, there is a soft place in everyone's heart, full of pity and tolerance.
If you occupy a person's sky, can you give him a complete sky? If you really gave it to me, I'm afraid your shadow would have been printed in the sky. This shadow will also pass through his mind again and again.
Who hasn't mumbled a sad and happy lyric in the dark? Who has never had a beautiful flower in his heart? Whose sky has never been folded with a missing bluebird? Whose dream has never been woven by a brilliant poem?
On the road of feelings, who are we lucky to hold hands with? Who do we watch the flowers drunk with, and who do we watch the flowers fall with, and * * * render the bald head together?
The hands of years have erased many things, but they can't erase the true feelings in my heart. Where are the long-awaited happiness in the lonely life? Where do flowers bloom and fall?
One day, when you are old, those exciting stories will gradually sleep in the corner of the years, and they will occasionally come out to bask in the sun and make your mood warm.
Time is the way forward, time is an unforgettable flower, and time is a poem looking back. Years later, the words remain the same, and the heart remains the same. Is that person the same?