During this time, the best way to rest is to like to take a walk in the evening. These days, every evening: when the sunset slowly sets, while walking, observe the color of the sky, a little gradient, a little deepening, at this time, the romance of the sunset fills the sky.
At this time, the sunset belongs to me. It makes me walk aimlessly, makes my mind fly, makes lonely figures lonely, and makes meditation quieter. At this time, there are no roads and buildings around, and the state of mind at this time is peaceful and pleasant. At this time, I prefer to sit alone on a chair and look deeply at the time I have already stepped on.
Remembering the past, a warmth welled up in my heart, and it was thick in my heart. I don't know if the deceased is still there. Friend, remember everything we used to have? Every late night, I will reminisce about your voice. Every time I write the story of our past, I pour my whole heart into my emotions, and every time I look at the sunset and cry, it is the most real emotion in my heart.
It seems that the figure who used to watch the sunset together is still there, and the laughter at that time, and the coolness now, is silent. The days that have passed, the places that have been walked, and the trance have turned into pieces of color, painting the people and things we love. Looking at the sky, tears flashed in his smiling pupils, and the sweetness of three points in his heart was wrapped in seven points of desolation.
Now time passes in a hurry, there is no one to stay, how much time is like water, but can not take away sorrow and sorrow, today I steal a jug of wine at dusk, and toast to the sunset, she has red cheeks, I have red eyes. The pride of the past is hastily swept through the heart. Take a sip to dispel the sorrow in your heart, knowing that life will go on.
I think of the past few years, rushing for life, but it is not as real and simple as this moment. In the past, I often rolled with the wind and dust, with the times, and at this moment, my heart was steady. At this time, I stole the wine of dusk, not talking about sadness and sorrow, taking a sip of the idyllic life, tasting the leisurely years, plain and thin water for a long time.
Time is ultimately relentless, and while giving you experience, it will also mess up the oath between your eyebrows. Looking in the mirror of time, I see my once immature self, and I see my self that is becoming more and more flat today, no matter which one, it is full of truth.
Today, I stole the wine of the dusk, drunk in the gentleness of the summer evening breeze, and found that I could not always catch the hand of the sunset. When the years secretly dyed the boy's head white, he found that half of his life had passed, and some regrets stayed in his heart. I deeply understand that life will not be a teenager again, and the stream in front of the door will not flow backwards. Waking up late drunk and just wanting to keep the most mellow liquor at dusk. Raise your hand to respect the past, and wish you a worry-free future.