Poetic works with the theme of seasons in memory.

Whose sadness is dotted with faint white clouds?

The faint flute, whose wait is loneliness?

Burning red leaves, who warms the mind?

A year's plan lies in autumn, which is the season of missing.

Time, with its irresistible gesture, ran over the memory in my mind.

The happiness of childhood goes by as time goes by, just like running water that never returns.

Everything that flutters with the wind is a beautiful loss.

Some memories are so broken that they drift with the wind before you know it.

Leave no trace, but it will remain in memory forever.

When you miss the season, your brain pops out.

In this bustling city, in this noisy street, it will always be a pure land in my heart.

I still remember the spring-like days and carefree life.

Those vows, those games.

The places I wandered, the songs I sang, the lovely and childish faces.

I like sunshine among branches, blue sky and burning red leaves.

Little by little, the stars are twinkling.

Those lush years, like flowers blooming all the way, hover in my mind.

It is also deeply branded in my heart.

Although time will take away the fleeting time.

Although life alternates between cold and heat season after season.

Although the pale youth has gradually passed away

I will still miss with faint sadness and refuse to forget with memory.

Because I know

Some people may regret it in the blink of an eye.

Some things, as long as you turn around, are doomed to be forever.

The world is so big, convergence and separation are staged every day. Maybe you or I will be next.

In this world, people always come and go, and they

Maybe it's a stranger you don't know, maybe it's a relative around you.

therefore

I choose to cherish what I have now.

I am willing to keep smiling and recall the past or the past.

Some people say that it is better to feel lighter and the distance is more beautiful.

I said, after many years, the memory is still the deepest.

Time is like a rosary, slipping day after day, strung into a day and a month.

Facing the rush of time

What are we going to do? What can we do?

Remember the happy yesterday, live a precious today and look forward to a better tomorrow!