Too late

No time to collect the splendor of summer flowers, embedded in the depths of memory; too late to edit the romance of summer night, touch the thread of life; too late to extract the enthusiasm of summer, warm the unknown years. In the twinkling of an eye, but have been surprised to feel thin cool around. A little bit of cool, revealing the taste of autumn.

Did I miss it again? Suddenly think of Xi Murong's poem: in fact, we have been missing, missed yesterday, but also missed the present.

Yes, I miss in the spring, miss the dream, miss the distance; I miss in the summer, miss the warmth, miss blooming.

There are too many too late, the total idea in the mind, but lost in the water of time.

There are few people in the world who don't have dreams, but not many people who can put them into practice.

Time is always in a hurry.

Some landscapes are gone before they can be appreciated, some opportunities disappear before they have time to reach out, and some emotions are separated by the horizon before they have time to express them.

Too much too late, in hesitation, waiting, hesitation has become an eternal regret.

If you want to read, wait, wait, Want to recuperate the overdrawn body, but always think that "time is money" and refuse to relax until the onset of a serious illness, unable to recover only increased remorse.

Life, there are always too many too late. Time, ran aground too many dreams, too much lush, too much beauty.

When I think of a book called time Management, I can't help but ask myself: do I manage time?

In fact, on the way of life, many people walk in a muddle. Life is too short, what needs to be done immediately? What can we talk about later? Which should be heavily occupied time? Which ones are just scratching the surface? There are not many people who know clearly above the bottom line of life. Most people live passively and are led by life.

I am not trying to be inspirational, much less to preach abomination. I just want to say, through the road, do not let yourself regret, do not regret. Maybe you can wander around the world and enjoy the beauty of the world; maybe you can study hard in the studio to win the glorious moments of your life; maybe you can be bold and unrestrained in the crisscross of cups and cups and enjoy the comfort of life. As long as it is judged by the brain and chosen by the mind, you can keep up with your siblings synchronously, rather than letting it become "too late".

People are often surprised to realize the passage of time when the seasons are exchanged, and often regret "inaction" and lament that "it is too late" when there is a greater frustration.

Many times, always at a loss, day after day.

I do not know, in the coming autumn, with mature charm, can there be less "too late"?

I hope!