Time is a flowing river.

I always go back to that village in my dreams, where smoke is everywhere in the morning and the sun is setting. That's where I was born.

I still remember the winding path, the way I walked from a child to an adult.

I can't forget that for more than 20 years, my parents changed from blue hair to white hair, which gave me stability and protected my growth.

Everything seems to be yesterday, however, time is old and time goes by.

Time is a flowing river, which composes the slowly flowing days into a song of memories.

I walked out of that village, from ignorance to youth, and walked a long way, to my twenties and to my husband. The meeting ten years ago, perhaps just an ordinary meeting, taught people not to know where to start, and it was you all my life.

Hand in hand for ten years, together, has come a long way. Along the way, we are all learning to be a qualified partner, stumbling all the way, as careful as crossing the river, maybe we should all say thank you to each other, no matter the current or the resistance, we are still in each other's hands.

Time flies, I can't waste any time. From being a woman to being a wife, it's just a blink of an eye. Children are getting older and parents are getting older. They passed on their love for me to my children. Suddenly I feel that life is like entering a reincarnation, so mysterious.

It always seems that we have to wait until we are parents before we can understand their difficulties, their hardships and their shortcomings. Learn to think for them from their standpoint and realize that those disputes in the past are about right and wrong in our eyes, but in their eyes they are our indifference to family.

We are all learning to be better parents. We want to give our children more comprehensive love. It's time for us to learn to be caring children in the eyes of our parents. They have protected us for half our lives before, and we will try our best to give them a happy old age in the future.

Time is a flowing river, and time makes all willfulness make mistakes. Life makes us more peaceful. The edges and corners that have been slowly smoothed by the years are like the gravel washed down by the river bottom for many years. It shines slightly under the sunshine, as if it is only for this moment, only for the loved ones to hold up a world.

Time is a flowing river, singing an old song.