——Author: Xin Xiuling
Time slipped through the fingers
Life shortens the distance little by little
The right hand is affectionate and the left hand regrets
No rejection is happiness or sadness
But it has never been the theme of the years
Years are just narrative sentences
Memories linger into rain
Quietly greeting the past on a leisurely day
The seasons wet the time
It's like moonlight flowing into a dream
Whisper softly in the most distant places
Long time no see
Will the years also grow old?
The little river that flows with joy may have dried up
Happiness will freeze into stone silence
A teenager running with the wind and rain
The sound of the foot has long since drifted away
The row of poplar trees that my father planted in front of the door
And the mother's fragrant time
Days of hope
Sweet with grumbling regrets
Life goes forward
Life is also moving forward
Marvel at the lateness of the years
The bottom of my heart is still whispering