The last cold of the year has passed, the new year is stronger, and the big year is closer. A year goes in such a hurry. It was really time and snow, and it flew past me gently.
Time is rushing like water, full of poetry, full of love.
The wind has a letter, and it comes as expected; the flowers are not wrong, and the wind is in full bloom. Year after year, the wind and flowers are seasonal, and they will never lose each other.
In the north wind, the plum blossoms bloom, fragrant and intoxicating. People like I miss are thinking about me.
In time, there is a kind of love that has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, but it is deep and thick and heart-wrenching; there is a kind of encounter that is not on the road but in the heart, and it is the close attachment of two souls. There is a kind of love that dwells in the heart, although separated by mountains and seas. --------------------------------------- In the next life, I wish to live between mountains and seas.
In time, your shallow smile, gentle and elegant. Suddenly it feels like you're like the little wizard in JK Rowling's pen.
JK Rowling in the summer of 1990, while riding a train from Manchester to London, a short stop at an unknown station, in the carriage she looked out of the window, looking at the hurried pedestrians, suddenly trance, she saw a black-haired boy with glasses under the eaves not far from the window, smiling at her, at this time JK Rowling seemed to be under a spell, a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart, her intuition told her that she needed to record this feeling, It was just that she didn't have a pen and paper in her hand at the time. Soon the image of the boy disappeared from the crowd. But in her mind, the scene always lingered. This is the inspiration and background for JK Rowling's creation of Harry Potter. Suddenly I feel that your temperament may be the male number one in a novel.
Life is a practice, and every suffering experienced is growth and testing. In the face of the unpredictable future, we can only live well in the present, do everything in the present seriously, and take everyone who passes through life seriously. You don't have to force it and you don't have to bend yourself. As long as there is gratitude and kindness, all good things will be on the way.
There are beautiful memories in time: childhood is an innocent poem, teenager is a fresh and pure romantic poem like a dream, middle age is like a colorful prose, and old age is probably a thick novel!
Time passes, and the years are fragrant. In the new job, the supervisor and colleagues are very good to me, so that I can experience the joy and beauty of work!
I hope that one day I can sit quietly in front of the window, devote myself to the beloved words, never ask the world to prosper, and never talk about the vicissitudes of the world, how comfortable it should be!
At this moment, there is snow falling softly, flowers blooming quietly, time flowing slowly, dreams gently coming...