A little sour, a little sweet, a little bitter, a little spicy and a little salty. Over time, this is the taste of time and the seasoning of new words. Years give people the feeling that peach trees are full of gardens and branches, and when flowers bloom, they expect people's mood. The flowers of that season and the fragrance of that season dressed up dreams and words, and dressed up the mood of people who have a destiny. The static dust of flowers is a silent smile.
Time flies without leaving a trace, and we can only smile when we suddenly look back, and the years are quiet. These are the years, the dribs and drabs we have gone through, and we have experienced a lot. We need to keep a pure heart, which is still calm, warm and fresh.
Flowers bloom in the heart, safe and free, and when they bloom, they are beautiful and colorful. Rolling the world of mortals, experiencing ever-changing tests, the goal in my heart is always far away and near, looming. In the years, the only person I was looking for didn't find it, or found it, which doomed my life to be between fate and destiny.
Time is like joy, and Song Like is like sadness, but it always leaves some irreparable regrets. Maybe it has nothing to do with the years. Flowers bloom all spring, mainly depending on our mood of enjoying flowers. The journey of life is never smooth sailing, and the road to success is full of hardships and tribulations. This is the true portrayal of the years, and the ups and downs of life are inevitable rain, snow and frost.
Regret! Alas! Hesitation, sadness and failure, we can be sad or shed tears, but we must never give up life ... these are years, but my mood is still young, isn't that good?
When the flowers bloom and fall, it is quiet and far-reaching, the sky is high and the clouds are pale, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the moonlight shines, reflecting life as a lotus flower, fragrant but not demon, proud and endless, just like this sunshine, warm and true, suddenly looking back, another person's smile blooms for me. At this time, please ask Mo Yan to be old, and my mind is still young. Isn't this great?
I can turn the stories I have experienced in my life into poems, sing them to someone, and then settle in the falling years, singing them gently and constantly in my heart, neither supercilious nor blunt, neither slow nor lengthy, and someone will listen to you quietly near the water and mountains. ...
We are not only contaminated with dust, but also with the secular world, mainly the word "years", which suddenly opened my heart and made me have vicissitudes, experience, openness, understanding, speculation and incomprehension. It seems that in the rolling world of mortals, the smile of the sea, indifferent and relieved, is the deep and quiet after the world changes.
Walking on the sea, time is a boat, and the wind and waves can't stop the progress towards the goal. In the blue sky, the years are long white clouds, free and relaxed. People are busy during the day, running around and fighting, which is the real connection of a happy life. At night, time is the bright moon, quiet and quiet. ...
They say time is ruthless. In fact, time is heartless. As long as we cherish it and understand its connotation, we should leave a perfect story for our host. Where the lights are dim, we always want to look back and look for the person who has been waiting in the years. Her smile must be very warm.
We can't stop getting old, but when we are old, our hearts are still young. Wouldn't it be nice to keep it that way? No, it's for the best. Be a man who knows time! Hold it in your hand, put it in your heart, read it slowly, and experience the taste slowly ... Infiltrating into the years, the years are not old, let alone people are old and their hearts are still young.