In May, listen to the confessions of the years

All the time, there is no way to write some positive articles, and I don't have much attainments in writing, but such a freewheeling expression makes my heart feel very free, like writing sad online text and living a happy real life. I always feel that life just needs to have different tastes and different colors, experience and realize it in order to make it more perfect. Let us cherish and move for it even more.

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Even if I can't keep the changes of time, I also want to breathe freely, run happily and sing loudly in the world of life.

Life is originally a kind of posture. Once thought that life is too short, short, we just quietly blinked, those once naive as if it was yesterday, has begun to sigh for the time. In the groan, like the pure smiling face, like the eyes like autumn water, and the thoughts swollen like cotton wool, are vividly and blurred in the enchanting season of Baizhang's world.

I do not know when, I am more and more greedy for the early morning sunshine, whenever I look at that meter of sunshine on the horizon, I always feel that the kind of exuberant anger makes my new life begin again. Gently reach out his hand, hold a wisp of gold, and see it spread in the room through the curtains, as if the fire of hope has been rekindled, and at this moment, he already has the warmth of the whole season, which extends into the distance without any haze.

Perhaps, the heart of the talk, only the heart knows. Quietly through the years of gathering and scattered according to each other, but we understand all the lingering past in the blooming and shedding of flowers, from the beginning of life, reading to the end, all give life too much poetry and too much legendary destiny. Soft and beautiful years, life, seems to be a precipitation of wisdom, but also a natural trade-off, perhaps, only the calm moonlight, calmly forget my state of mind, so that we can enjoy the perfect scenery in the process of life.

Life, the reason why there are so many memories, so many regrets, in fact, not that time passes too quickly, but, it forgot to take me away. Knowing that most of the things in the world are so beautiful that we never forget. Sometimes, we think of the past in the passage of time, how we hope to face life soberly, and go through every intersection of life poetically. Find a quiet and fragrant flower path, and I, collect every flower in plain years.

In fact, he is never afraid that time will grow old, because, fleeting wind and smoke, it has written us into its story, with all kinds of wind and rain beating repeatedly, and so on, it will return its own season of willow green peach red.

Always believe that there is a kind of encounter, not on the road, but in the heart. Oneself, often deliver fleeting words to words, never just to please the time, but to warm the body and mind. One after another, we seem to have experienced a journey, seen thousands of scenery, and passed through the reincarnation of sorrows and joys and sorrows, and at the bottom of everyone's heart, there will be some unspeakable complex, only when thoughts are flooded, wind and unboiled water rise again, the road is full of joys and sorrows, a person, a period of time, and only when time is quiet and good, can we look back, or thin, or heavy, to make the heart incomparably full.

Wandering in the ferry of life, many of us are eager to live up to the Tathagata and Qing as Cangyang Gyatso said, and, after several spring and autumn, the vicissitudes of life, we look back on the years of life, this world, after all, is a rare two-way.

Often wonder, is everyone from the moment they came to this world, the fate of this life, has been arranged for it in the dark? Although, the story may be a thousand degrees, ups and downs, isn't it, we, in the end, is just a speck of dust in the world, with the mission given by life, walk their own way, put on or gorgeous or light costumes, in sighing, the interpretation of clutch?

Cold and warm life, the flow of time, we toss and turn in the world of mortals, if everything can come and go with fate, then, I think, the years will be filled with a touch of peace and happiness. And, that kind of simple plain life, also must have the quiet rhyme of the lake, have the bright flowers, but also have a smile and warm years.

Looking back, it is the time wasted that enriches the vicissitudes of life that flow under the tip of my pen, and also deepens the imprint of those changes in the world of mortals. In the silhouette of time, the life we grow up is just a film full of stories, and the years have gone by. Know autumn with a leaf, spring with a flower, life is so beautiful, like a flower, who can give a definite answer? It seems that all the beautiful scenery in this world need to wait, at this moment, quietly make a cup of tea, not too happy, not too sad, so, a handful of sunshine, sitting in the depths of life revealed peace, watching a season of flowers, looking forward to a warm spring, quietly guarding every distressed vision, so that happiness hidden in the pen all the days, so that the beautiful scenery no longer become dimmed. Life is like this, fate is like this.

Author: Qianluoyin red makeup