Deduct the elegance of youth and interpret the glory of the years.
When we listen to this song, we will be involuntarily attracted, and then constantly sink, sink. ...
Come and go in a hurry In a blink of an eye, I have to deal with the senior high school entrance examination. Looking back, how many years have passed and how much bitterness and sweetness we have tasted. Now, we're going to part.
The wind is blowing gently. Time stopped on that mottled wall, eroding bit by bit, leaving only a string of deep or shallow "scars".
Time is like a song. You and I wrote it, and you and I interpreted it. Beautiful songs, beautiful notes, is a song that makes people linger.
Looking back suddenly, the vicissitudes of life on the road have become indelible memories! The dream left in my heart has become the "Peach Blossom Garden" that people admire.
What is quietly in our hearts? What left love and hate in our hearts? Do you still remember those dreamy years?
Walking hand in hand with you has never been hurt or painful. The long years have touched many people's hearts. How many affectionate past events have been deeply buried. I want to pick up those yellowed photos and recall my happiness. However, everything is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water, but I can't reach it.
In the long river of years, I sailed in a canoe and set sail from the source of life. Maybe I can only find a bright future if I miss the other shore in the rapids! The rain wet my clothes and blurred my eyes. I touched the rocks on the river, and the river didn't know how to sympathize. The long river of years is dancing with the wind, but I still put a canoe to break the waves. Not afraid of bumps or capsizing. I just want to prove that I am not a traveler. Will a peach blossom garden suddenly become a hell on earth in the long river of years? I don't understand the meaning of life, so I have to continue to sail in the river and drift to the ends of the earth to watch the sunset to calm down the twists and turns in my life.
I walked without regrets, not sorry for the lost youth, not mourning for this old body. I don't care about the moving flash of a flash in the pan. I once had a flash, which was a dazzling light in the years.