"Spring flowers bloom Autumn winds
And the setting sun in winter
Melancholy youth of me
I used to think so ignorantly
Windmills in the song of the four seasons
It flows every day
In the verses of the wind and snow moon
I grew up year after year
The story of the flowing water it takes away time
Changed a person..."
Whenever Luo Dayou's "story of time" is put in the mobile phone, he will always listen to it back and forth several times, like his voice that is not beautiful but full of vicissitudes, like this lyric, listen to it in the ear, and always resonate in the heart. Ping Su, who also likes the word "time and yin", reads that there is a kind of still water flowing deeply between the lips and teeth, and there is often a sense of old age that jumps into the heart.
From morning to dusk, from green silk to whitehead, time and shadow are constantly wandering on the fingertips, sometimes thick, sometimes light, sometimes as brilliant as the sunset, sometimes as quiet as the moon. Unconsciously, our youth drifted away in Luo Dayou's song, and suddenly realized that we were no longer young.
Looking back at the place where it has always been, there is wind and rain and sunshine.
The joys, pains, calmness of life, accompanied by ups and downs, stumbling all the way, wind and rain.
The stars move and the time goes by. From the birdsong in the morning to the sunset, spring flowers and autumn moons, summer rain and winter snow, watching the traffic of the bustling city, seeing the grass and trees in the lonely garden, all of them are stories of time and shade, stroke by stroke is poetry, every shadow is picturesque, contaminated with the smell of fireworks, a circle of chaos opens up, and silently goes away.
"Just in that sentimental and first time
Waiting for youth
Yellowed photos of ancient letters
As well as faded Christmas cards
Songs written for you when you were young
I'm afraid you've forgotten
Vows of the past
It's like the colorful bookmarks in that textbook
How many beautiful poems are portrayed
But it was a puff of smoke after all
Changed two people..."
Time is like tea, under the polishing of the years, it slowly becomes mellow and rich. Green and childish, quietly faded.
Time is like a book, gradually thickening in the annual rings of time. The state of mind is also gradually peaceful in prosperity and loneliness.
Time is like a flower, in the cycle of the four seasons, blooming its own fragrance. Even though I am old, my heart is still full.
Time is like Zen, and every step is practice. Walking through the sun, moon and stars, wading through the flow of time, all of it, finally calm, not alarming, falling into a clear joy.
Life is a practice. Even if it is short, it will dance with the wind and cherish the simple daily life in this time, which is the story in time.
The sun is at dusk, the moon is rising, day after day, no matter how you sigh, time and shade are slowly flowing, like a mountain stream, like clouds rising and falling, peaceful but persistent, it quietly comes, carrying time with it, accompanied by wind and rain. And what can we change? I thought: Since we can't extend the length of life, can't keep time, then we will wait at the ferry of time, sit on the light boat of the years, go down the river, enjoy the scenery along the way, spring has a hundred flowers, autumn, summer, cool breeze, winter and snow, quietly enjoy the beauty of life!
Tearful youth
A long way away from yesterday's dreams
And the laughter of the distant
Meet again
How much more we have come
No longer the me I used to be familiar with
Have the dreams of the old fever
Nor is it the familiar you of the old days
With a still smile
Changed us
Just in that sentimental and first
Memories of youth..."
One day, we will all become the ancestors of time, and no one will be spared. Therefore, this short life, try to bloom just fine.
Think of dreams as seeds, plant them deep in your heart, and don't have to show them. Water silently, quietly waiting for the day when it will blossom and bear fruit.
Time is not old, Shaohua is there.