Time flew in the snowflakes of the text/incense scrolls for a split second, and a year slipped by again. Marvel at the brevity of time, and realize that summer has not been long past, and winter is here. This winter hasn't really tasted it yet

Time flies in the snowflakes

Text/Incense Scrolls

A moment, a year slipped by again. Marvel at the brevity of time, and realize that summer has not been long past, and winter is here. This winter has not really tasted its taste, and it is about to pass again.

Turning over the memory book of the Year of the Ox, there are some scratches that are not deep. Where has time gone, I asked the earth, asked the world, asked myself.

Lin Qingxuan said: "Spend time on the soul." Others say, "Spend your time on meaningful people and things." I want to say, "Spend your time on what to do." "Time is the fairest, and everyone has their own control over it.

Shuttling through the night sky of the city, the songs on the old radio stations are singing, "Before you feel young, you are old." "It's not good to see your eyes before it's spent." The cables on the three bridges of the Han River slope out of the beautiful pattern, the traffic shows red lines, and the snowflakes in the sky are dancing.

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Enchanting is a handful of time in the glory, retained only for a moment. Li Shutong once wrote: "Dependent origins are still free to perish." "It's still comfortable, after we've done what we should do, the rest is the ease of handing over to time."

The spring breeze is in sight, what should I do? Everyone has an answer in their mind that matches tomorrow, what is the time that cannot be neglected, what is the time that cannot be ignored, and what is the time that cannot be wasted?

It has been explained in detail in the "Confucius Language": Confucius walked, and it was very sad to hear the crying. Confucius said: "Drive, drive, there are sages before." "To, then the Gao fish is also embraced by brown and sickle, crying in the Dao. Confucius said, "If the Son is not mourned, why should he weep and be sad?" ”

Gao Yu said: "I lost the three, less and learned, traveled to the princes, after my relatives, lost one of them, noble and ambitious, idle and important, lost two also; with friends thick and small, lost three also." The tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not stopping, and the son wants to raise and kiss and not to wait. Those who cannot be traced in the past, the year also; those who go but are invisible, kiss also. ”

The story goes like this: Confucius traveled and was very sad to hear someone crying. Confucius said, "Hurry up, hurry up, there are wise men in front of you." "If you look closely, it's a gao fish. Cloaked in a coarse cloth and holding a sickle, he wept by the side of the road. Confucius got out of the car and said to GaoYu, "There is no funeral in your family, why are you crying so sadly?" ”

Gao Yu replied, "I have three faults: when I was young, in order to study, I traveled around the princely states and did not put the care of my relatives in the first place, which is one of the faults: I had high ambitions, but I went to assist the luxurious king because of my interests, which is the second fault: I have a deep friendship with my friend but cut off friendship with him because of small things, which is the third fault." The tree wants to stand still, but the wind blows non-stop; the children want to support their loved ones, but the relatives are no longer there! What can never be recovered after death is time; it is parents who will never see each other again after death. ”

"The son wants to raise but does not wait." Time is spent on filial piety, and there will be no regrets and regrets. Facing the passage of time, we go from young to old, and our parents from young to old. The changes at one year and one year old are all in the eyes. One by one, the white hair gradually became so obvious on the heads of the parents.

Messy snowflakes, fluttering messily in the cold wind, like the white silk on the heads of parents. Every snowflake has experienced the blossoming of spring, the vitality of summer, the ripening of autumn, and then reached the other side of winter.

Hidden in those white hair are unknown hardships, silent efforts, gritted teeth, and a heart that would rather be bitter than love children.

The old man's full head of white hair, mixed with snowflakes of transparent and naked love. They spend their whole lives completing the integrity of another life. In the posture of the snow falling, there is a cover of dirt, which is the greatness of melting oneself and nurturing all things.

The traffic is constant, and it is all people who have returned home. The so-called success in life is not how much success has been achieved, not how much wealth we have, but when we look back on the past, we do not regret doing nothing, do not regret for neglected filial piety, and do not regret hurt feelings.

I was on the three bridges of the Han River at the end of the year, watching the lights on both sides of the strait dimmed. The old radio station of the city conveys one song after another that reaches the bottom of the heart, and outside the car window is the cold wind, which carries the brilliance of love in the heart.

Determination is not divided into morning and evening, and filial piety is not in any order. I was in the neon lights of the night sky, driving slowly. The drums of dreams beat with my heart. Time flowed little by little, and I heard the sound of it flowing on the Han River.

"Where has the time gone?" It greets spring with the crackling of the branches, it confides in the greenery of summer trees, it travels north and south in the birdsong of the wilderness, and it continues to write chapters in the story of late autumn.

It's winter, and time bears tender flowers on some good things. Hot springs, sunshine and scrolls are all its places. Spend your time doing what you need to do and take your life into your own hands. In time, get along with the good things in your own life, be with the important people in your life, and walk with the dreams you have in your life.

Do what you need to do, and the rest is up to time. It is also in response to Li Shutong's sentence that "the origin of the cause is still free." "Peace of mind, no debt, no regrets, no responsibility for others, no responsibility for oneself, no time."

The old tree in front of the door is growing new shoots, and the dead wood in the courtyard is blooming again, and I and you will never have endless words.