Author: Wuxin Wuyue
The golden years are young, and the years are not yet young. May is brilliant, the heart is pleasant, the time is not old, and the years are peaceful. Witness life, contemplate the world.
The flow of water is long, time is in a hurry, and at the snap of a finger, the years have passed. Years and years, years as they were. Years and years, still beautiful.
The years pass and never return. Time has quietly arrived. Time passes and never gets old. Different scenery, like a dream.
Walk through a thousand mountains and walk on thousands of waters. Looking back, things are people. Go forward desperately and let go of the burden. Carry the pressure and slow down.
Yesterday's scenery, the past clouds. The only one left, a laugh. Life is helpless, there are gains and losses. Half sober, half relieved.
Sit alone and laugh at idle flowers. Brew light time, slow brew tea. Fireworks in the world, frost dyed by the years. The future is yearning, calmly and calmly.
All the way, a safe life. Float all the way, a lifetime of escape. Ordinary fireworks, romantic poetry. Take root in the world, keep your mind.
The world is big and the road is long. What the future holds, who knows. Life encounters, who can predict. The years change, the world changes.
The future can be expected, cherish it now. Accompanied by wind and rain, I am gentle. The future is unknown, and time is shallow. May you be happy and warm for the rest of your life.
One life, one autumn in grass. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, each has its own like. Endless desire, unlimited expectation. There is no solution, let it be.
Hassle-free and receptive. Face it calmly, confidently and calmly. Finding no solution, happy life. In the shallow, life is right.
Life is reincarnated and cannot be changed. The prosperity ends, and the loneliness is staged. Golden wind and jade dew, the lights are shining. Walking alone, confused.
Along the way, gather and disperse normalcy. Gain and loss, loss and regain. Traces imprinted, deep inside. Transformed into a shadow, warm and soft.
The vicissitudes of the sea, the world changes. It is irreplaceable and difficult to erase. The time is gentle, the years are quiet. Unforgettable, amazing.
Time does not stop, the years are gentle. Handy, emotional mood. I'm in May, dashing and leisurely. In all dusty things, the state of mind is calm.
Life is like tea (547): May time, the heart is pleasant. Walking on the road, rejoice. In the coffee shop, May is warm. Enjoy together, beautiful moments.
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