Time is a door that cannot be closed when it is opened, and life is a road that cannot be turned back when it is set foot on.
The flying streamers are like wisps of clouds scattered in the sky. The life surrounded by mountains and rivers makes people feel that the depths of memory are just frames full of confusion and expectation.
This wisp of clouds and smoke, that frame fragment, but spliced the real picture of different stages of our lives.
Time flies, time is wasted. A toddler who has just been babbling and toddling will pass through the ignorant youth, the cheerful youth, the calm and reserved middle-aged, until he becomes a gentle and obedient old man.
Even though time is ruthless and life is short, we still have to be grateful for time and remember so many thoughts that we can't forget so far.
Life makes people understand what is affection and what is warmth. Years let us remember, what is love, what is fate.
Mottled fleeting time helps people judge the hour and size up the situation, and the title page of life records the journey of mountains and waters we have traveled. Even if there are so many forks to go on the journey of life, we still have to go through some unknown winds and rain, but no one will easily deny his life.
Deep years, no intention of the young face of the old, but the intention to evoke each other's infinite nostalgia for youth; no intention to let who pass through who's colorful space, but the intention to leave each other unspeakable deep affection; no intention to let who touch who that month that day, but the intention to open the door of the years, let each other's memories bring the romance and worry of the past. Reading and appreciation of American articles
Slightly tipsy time, it is not intended to let a lonely heart to swallow tears to pretend to be happy, let alone intended to make people feel sad in the words. It is just unwittingly, will quietly change everything. Even though there are thousands of cups of wine in front of us, even though we are still talking and laughing as before, the past is crippled and your heart is far away.
We can't be the masters of others, but we can decide the way we want to go. Those imprints of time mixed with life will be the cradle of self-thought.
With the burden of life, we can't help crying when we are vulnerable. A person may be more lonely in the face of the cruel reality. But being able to adjust the mistakes found in time is also an additional wealth on the way of life.
Since you can't keep the fleeting time, fill up your daily schedule; since you don't have any money left in your pocket, you'll still focus on health in the future; since you can't keep your out-of-date emotion, you might as well say goodbye to it; since you've tried so hard to understand it, then take off the complexity of love and return to the simplicity of love.
The process of life, always go through some time like a pool of stagnant water, there is always a period of reverse travel full of unprecedented joys and sorrows. Through the time, insight into the ugliness of human nature, understand the human feelings of the world cold and warm, glad that I can still smile, grateful, kind-hearted. Look at the flying time, let the years become fragrant.
Looking back on the corridor of time, there seems to be a Sanskrit song. Although it hurts politely, there is also music around the sorghum. Thick years, like vines, although they change from green to yellow, they can also concoct a mellow wine from the smoky past.
Those who have passed by the scenery, the feelings of the past, by a touch of dancing with the wind. With a pious heart, with an ink mark, remember a period of past life, tell a paper Acacia, wait for a predestined person.
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