Time boils affectionately Years pass by

Time boils affectionately Years pass by

Today occasionally chat with a friend, talk about the past, everything is like just yesterday, is so close and familiar, but a fine number, but it was a year ago, the end, a sigh, time can pass really fast, a little inattentive, 365 days have passed like this.

Counting the past, the current two years of the epidemic, we have experienced a lot, changed a lot, but also have a lot of feelings, luck and disaster really do not know which one will come first, only cherish the present, live well now, live every today, this is what to pursue, what day tomorrow is, not can be controlled, let it go!

Like the flow of water, the years are like songs. Whether you like it or not, whether you care or not, just as you ignore it or not, the traces of time have long climbed up the face, covered the forehead, and the old face, you and I are no longer green teenagers. Entering middle age, we have more composure, added calmness, learned to reconcile with ourselves, and gradually adapted to and enjoyed that unique loneliness.

Once, for a thing, a favorite thing, will persistently pursue, look back, funny and childish, but this is the process of human growth, are memories that cannot be returned. Now, we are no longer attached to one thing, no longer obsessed with a thing, watching the flowers blossom, the tides rising and falling, and the heart has ripples but no longer waves.

If life is strange to blossom, "the flowers fall in the year, and the spring goes to the good time." "How beautiful it should be to be affectionate in the boiling of time and flow through the years in the warmth of the years." But whose experience is not to write and paint casually or to pick up this chapter in the morning; whose present day is not the youngest day of the rest of his life. "Unborn" says: "No matter how early I greet this morning, on the road, there will be people." I thought others were still asleep, but at any time, the world was one step ahead of me. ”

Therefore, we should not be easily defeated by ourselves, do not easily learn to give up, do not easily shake our confidence, do not easily hate our own traces; and do not expect to erase the traces of time.

"There are cracks in everything, and that's where the light comes in." As the Broken Chapter says, "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you upstairs." The bright moon decorates your window, you decorate other people's dreams." Therefore, we do not have to sigh that the red dust has passed, Shaohua is not there, do not have to sigh that the face is old, the style is not there, do not have to sigh that I missed the flowering period, I floated by myself, the water flowed by itself, only by holding up my noble head, facing life, facing the future, boiling myself in the years that should be struggling, boiling time, boiling life, boiling years, the life after boiling is called real life; only in the warmth of the years, the flow of years to a good foundation for life.

"Regardless of the youth, the streamer is like an arrow, and shaohua is changed unconsciously" There is no road in vain in life, and all successes must undergo the polishing of the years and the experience of life. No one can erase the traces of time, rather than fearing traces and hating traces; hating themselves and envying others, it is better to be their idol and the best version of themselves. Life is not bitter, it is not called self-crossing; if life is bitter, there is only self-crossing. When we walk through the thorns and the sea of suffering, we will find that the heart has already blossomed and the heart is fragrant.

"The snow that falls on a person's life, we can't see it all. Everyone spends the winter alone in their own lives." Loneliness is sometimes the process and space left by the years for us to think; loneliness is sometimes the way we learn to leave a blank space for life. Some people say that "when the story appears in the wind, the beauty falls into the time"; and "we are all the story itself, and the years have grown with green silk and white hair".

The finger slit is too wide, the quicksand has fallen; the finger slit is too narrow to retain the years. No one can go back in time. Looking ahead, that's where our future lies.

Heart to the sun, strive to go, all the way to the future!!!