Time is a snow
Author: Yu Jia Recitation: Qingyuan
The light of the years is full of the fragrance of love.
The good memories of the past have been stranded on the sand of time. At that time, the light rolled up the beauty of the past, leisurely gone, may you at this time, not to live up to the efforts you have made.
The years will eventually grow old. We stand at the stern of the ship of youth, facing the passing years, often sighing and thinking deeply.
Time and yin, very much like a beautiful girl, in a low brow and shallow smile, took Shaohua as her own. We who were once prosperous have long been whitened by the years.
Time passes inadvertently. Turning over the old diary, those past joys, once dreams, beautiful youth, vividly remembered, and continued to emerge in front of the eyes.
When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly. You can not go to school, do not have to read, do not have to be bound by school, are not disciplined by teachers...
At that time, the sky was always blue, the days were slow, the sun was warm, and the future was far away. We galloped on our bicycles, over the fields, over the years, over the parting.
When I grew up, I found that those carefree days were a paradise that I could never go back to.
In everyone's heart, there is a summer with similar feelings. It's just that we can't go back. Finally, one day, in the hourglass of youth, those colorful gravel, there is very little left. So we begin to miss the innocence that has passed, the youth that has passed.
When we deeply understand the truth of the past events, we are surprised and helpless to find that we are no longer young.
The years are blank, and a little thought is stained with fragrance. Time flies, and countless warm memories are stretched out. The beautiful scenery, the colorful youth, like flowing water, never returned.
I thought that some people, some things, would be forgotten by the years; later, I found that as time went on, it became clearer and clearer.
In life, there are always many ditches that need to be crossed; years, there are always many regrets that need to be made up; life, there are always many confusions that need to be understood. Some things, gently put down, are not necessarily not simple. Some people, deeply remembered, are not necessarily unhappy. Some pain, faintly look away, may not be experienced.
Time is like electricity, the years are not caught, and in the past few decades, the vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry fields have passed.
Don't sigh for the lost years, the past youth, after all, will leave a memory, bitter or sweet.
Time, the wheel of fate, covers the complexities of the world. Many people, destined to be, glimpses of the long years. Don't be sad, don't be sad, just like quietly admiring, a meteor falling from the sky, from prosperity to fall.
Along the edge of the years, walk through spring and summer, walk through autumn and winter. With a natural mentality, live a casual and peaceful life, let the time soup soup, the years are pale.
"Lonely little snow idle, mottled light frost sideburns added." Counting the helplessness of the years, Mo will wish Canghua with verses. ”
It turned out that time was also a snow, and she had dyed her eyebrows white and her green silk. She is full of splendor, more than a thousand years, a thousand years.
Yu Jia, formerly known as Lou Ying, is a Chinese teacher at Tianjin High School. Practitioner of language teaching, lover of language and literature. Peace of mind and love of life. Columnist of "Mulan Shuxiang", WeChat public account (zhongqiu1964)
Qingyuan, from the spring city of Jinan, is elegant and quiet, with a flexible atmosphere, a clear tone, healing the soul with sound, reciting life, and feeling life. Far Away Poetry Culture Media "Far Away. Night Listening" and a number of public account platform anchors; personal public accounts, Himalayas, Lychee FM, Sina Weibo search "Quiet Listening to the Source".
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