Hide your deep feelings in the depths of time

I think, for me, time is more and more like a long and textured aftertaste, tasting it in my heart, not realizing that the days are old, but the human heart will not really grow old with the passage of time, walking through one ferry after another in life. when looking back to see a warm face is still clear and gentle, then everything is down-to-earth and relieved. I know that the deep feelings in those times have always been with me. What else can't be treated gently?

During this period of time, I have given myself a holiday. I only do a few things every day if I don't go out: doing housework, practicing calligraphy, copying scriptures, memorizing English words, and exercising. Such a deep house will not really isolate or alienate me from the outside world. But I can think about a lot of things quietly.

When a person is alone on time, he will be unconsciously nostalgic, and some people will become more and more nostalgic in the long river of time, so that the name and the specific face are always hazy like an oil painting behind the window; and some people, as they get older, such as the brand, more and more clear, closer and closer, it is a kind of beautiful emotion, rippling in a circle like spring water in the bottom of my heart, happy and warm.

In my heart or in my dream, there are always some shadows, slowly caressing the coolness and ruthlessness of the years, leaving only warmth, love and compassion. If there is anything in this world that is not old, it must come from them or them, it is family affection, friendship, love goes on and on!

When I went to see my mother during the Spring Festival and sat on the sofa to chat, she suddenly leaned her head against my shoulder, like a child, her heart was suddenly flooded with tide, full of sadness. I used to think that she was not old, even as she was ten or twenty years ago, but this little move made me feel that she was really old and so in need of comfort and love.

From early morning to dusk, from youth to twilight, how much time can be enchanting? How much time is left for confrontation? The answer is like a sharp weapon, sharp through the bottom of my heart. I can't resist the torrent of time, but I will keep this soft warmth with my mother in my heart.

At a party, she ran into Lan who had been away for a long time, and she still looked as if she didn't care about anything. her beauty always seemed to be evil, and her lazy smile rippled in the corners of her mouth. It took only five minutes to learn about her: divorce, remarriage, divorce, living with her lover; I laughed and said: your life is like a bloody drama. She faintly spit a ring of smoke, smoke drilled into my eyes, unexpectedly astringent want to shed tears, do not know whether it is because of smoke, or her face unspeakable loneliness?

She had been so affectionate that she cut her wrists and took medicine for a man, but she could not save his heart. Many years later, she remembered that everything was light, and she did not regret loving someone so hard. After all, how many people will love someone with their lives in this life? I just hope she is really happy!

When it comes to love, it is always fascinating. Love shines and smells mellow forever in the river of time. I remember he said: I spent the whole spring waiting for you here, just to see you, but you didn't come!

There is a kind of love that may only be in full bloom in the heart, no one can break the secular membrane, but the emotion spreads in the heart, bury that love deep in your heart, the private joy and fragrance, patience and fulfillment, more beautiful and affectionate than love itself.

The friend asked: do you still yearn for love? I said: I am more eager for an understanding and concern, which is more amorous feelings than love.

If love and know compared, now I am still more willing to choose the latter, vigorous entanglement, as light informed eyes more fascinating me, will no longer burn heart for love, I do not know whether this is good or bad?

In fact, no matter what kind of emotion, as long as it can suddenly brighten the heart, even if it is not grand, not ostentatious, even if it is inevitably vulgar, or just in the heart, it is still beautiful!

Good love is like good friendship. Like a good book, you never get tired of reading it.

It is another quiet afternoon, writing quietly, very much like the feeling that the pen full of ink touches the paper, the process of stroke by stroke converges, calms, instantly goes back to ancient times, absorbs the aura and art of the ancients, and sits in the time of the previous life, depicting the words of Cang and Sang, love and love, so they are resurrected on rice paper.

I like to read the words written by friends even more. A sister Xueqi is learning "Thousand characters". Every time she reads her words, she will sigh that her skills are really good, round and clean, with atmosphere, kindness and nature, calligraphy has a soul and temperature, just like her people, the more years of training, the more beautiful, full and naive.

Time slips away from my fingertips like this, how ruthless it seems, but in fact it hides the light and affection. Repeat today, yesterday and tomorrow, never feel bored, because the heart only keeps what is really needed.

In early spring and February, the wind was still cold, but I eagerly told myself that spring was coming, and my ethereal heart was in turmoil, like a flower bud about to open in my heart, breaking out of its shell, unstoppable.