Time flies, life is not over, and life is easy to get old. This is an eternal natural law. Therefore, even if you give everything, you can't change the years back. Only by maintaining a positive attitude full of enthusiasm and never aging, smiling at life and giving time to a calm and happy life is the expectation of happiness in life.
People say that life is wonderful only when you come out, and there will never be glory waiting for it. People with goals walk in the race, while those without goals wander, because those without goals don't know where to go; Therefore, whenever we come to the crossroads of life and make different turns, time becomes a different story, and the past becomes a different landscape. There are joys and sorrows; There are wonderful and gloomy.
Fanghua is a distant mottle, flickering in a flat and even time, like sunshine between cracks, sometimes bright and sometimes hazy. The wheel of time, the trace of time running, or ups and downs, or sad and happy, left us an unforgettable story.
In the cycle of seasons, we look back, see the morning dew, watch the sunset glow, and watch the moonlight like joy. Winter has gone and spring has come, and the old times are gone forever. The poems of the years are winding into the distance in the fireworks Liuxiang and the heavy snow in the north, and they are gone forever.
I looked up at the sky and saw the sky blown by the wind, clear and seamless. My eyes are full of tears.
The haze of the sky has shed many vicissitudes; The ups and downs of the world, how many past lives reincarnation; How many memories have been blown away by the wind of the years? How long have you been away?
Xu Lai, breezy, natural and fresh, cool in the bottom of my heart, moving. This is a happy mood. And the warmth of the years, with this gentle wind, fell to the world, so there was a season after season, flowers bloom and fall.
When I was a child, even sadness was wrapped in sunshine. The love and curiosity we once had are gradually forgotten by the years.
We bathed in the breeze and dusk clouds, let the kite glide lightly across the sky of the years, and the rustling sound made by the breeze became the past and a deep sigh when we were running.
Curious and dreamy times, in the gentle breeze, go further and further, even if you stretch out your hand to retain, it just rolls up the fatigue and vicissitudes, ethereal and nostalgia all the way.
However, the warmth nurtured in time is never far away. Whether it's affection, love or friendship, we are always with each other. In our colorful life, there are also pursuits and longings for poetry and distance. Because we know how to cherish, and we know never to give up.
A person's life will not always be sunny, there will be storms and dark clouds. All arrogant gestures seem to be eclipsed in the flurry. Life, only this moment, is undergoing a great test. The strong wind ignores people's feelings and seems to blow everything away from us.
At this time, my heart is like a canoe in the storm. I just want to find a quiet harbor, lick my wounds and cultivate my body and mind in a gentle and natural melody.
On the road of life, there will always be difficulties and obstacles, and our simple and kind hearts radiate desolate beauty in the stormy wilderness.
In the wind of years, we are sometimes sad, sometimes melancholy, sometimes happy and sometimes silent. And those obscure, in the dark, are a dream after all.
The first time I walked alone, the first time I stayed away, the first time I confessed, and how many times I left a bitter footprint in my flickering life. Turning around, eyes flashing, reluctant to go, drifting away from the back. Those words that have become pure beauty, those that are still in the future and cannot be spoken, have evolved into one classic story after another in time.
The wind of the years has mottled the face in memory. When we look back, we find that a person's mood can't recover the sadness of the next year, which has nothing to do with loneliness and sadness.
I watched the clouds flowing in the sky, such as gold and silver, crossing the blue sky and copying a serene and lofty ink painting.
I listened to a piece of music and fell into the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties in a soothing place, and the classical beauty nurtured by it flowed in the long river of years.
The wind of the four seasons, blowing through the eyes flowing in the years, gently turns the sound of flowers blooming in the four seasons. I feel the wind of the years, blowing fragrant flowers in colorful time. And those happy, sad, nostalgic, all fall with the wind and bind into a collection of stories of time.
The dusty heart has also faded away from the long-standing disguise in the depths of the years, showing clear happiness. The face that was once mottled by time has also become more vicissitudes and profound in the extension of time.
Life is a grand solo trip. Perhaps, smile at the spring flowers and the autumn moon, be indifferent to fame and fortune and cherish this life. Only in the journey of time, in the story of time, can we cultivate a heart of humiliation and burden!