Time is fleeting, the years will change the appearance the most, Shaohua is easy to get old, and the streamer is the easiest to throw people away. Looking back gently, the old years have been dispersed into clouds and smoke far away from the world, and the New Year's scenery has been full of light makeup and a light smile.
The days are gradually thickened in the rings of the years, weaving out the ordinary, thick or light, and never disappointing the true meaning of life. Life walks slowly in a corner of time, passes slowly, quietly ages, quietly understands, gradually understands, is shallow joy, deeply loves, and engraves the detailed time and the collection of hearts with deep and shallow imprints.
Although the face can no longer return to its original appearance, and the eyes can no longer catch up with the distant back, the yellowed memory will leave some traces of the footsteps of the past, and the heart will let the new story continue more plots.
Year after year, year after year, time grows, life matures. Life is to taste the taste of life with feelings in the experience, practice the state of mind of life with meditation, interpret the soul posture with understanding, and welcome a new encounter with farewell;
Perhaps, every encounter in life is a reunion after a long absence, even if there is no affectionate confession, there is no grand opening, but we have also prepared a whole year of foreshadowing for this meeting as promised, injecting many wishes and expectations;
Perhaps, fate is always déjà vu plain, and mixed with impermanence and change, we have never been indifferent to a hot heart, there is no lack of love and contentment for life, reluctant to reverence and cherish life, do not abandon the dream and pursuit of the future, do not forget the gratitude and gratitude to fate;
Perhaps, everyone wants to be the favorite of the crowd who enjoys the gift of sunshine and rain the most, but the person who gives the most affectionate and softest compassion to time and life for a lifetime is the most elegant and extreme, the most calm and chic.
At the beginning and end of each year, many thoughts, many feelings, and many reveries will arise spontaneously, and they will be particularly entangled, repeatedly fiddling with those gains and losses, entangled in the ups and downs of honor and disgrace, reminiscing about the ups and downs, sighing about the gathering and dispersion, weighing where the time has gone, regretting that many familiar faces can no longer be found, sighing a little bit of maturity and understanding in the heart, but the price is exchanged for the vicissitudes of the face and the pain of the body and bones, as well as the pain of the soul.
In fact, it is necessary to look back, listen to the footsteps of the years, taste the taste of life, sort out the harvest and growth, reflect on the shortcomings and deficiencies, re-understand yourself, and correct the direction and rhythm. But there is no need to linger too much, although life is still dull and difficult, life is still ordinary and difficult, growth is still painful and peeling, and the distance is still distant and ethereal, but also must move forward, accept more baptism, as always, bathe in fireworks, mix days, taste the five flavors, and find poetry and distance.
At the end of the year, it is a post station of time and life, there is no morning or evening, everything is just right. When you arrive at the station, everything is cleared, no matter what the old days are, you will be covered with flying snow and cleaned, everything will start again, and the red sun after the snow is smiling and beckoning the new life and story of spring to slowly return.
Don't sigh that the years are fast, don't mention the old things, I'm here for myself. This year, there are joys, sorrows, surprises, losses, regrets, gains, not exciting, but never wasted, calmly accepting everything, neither alienated, nor disappointed, both loved, loved, every day is very real and abundant, every step is taken with heart and affection, and it is a pity, all are worth it.
Poetry is not old, and the wine is new and new. Spring is getting closer and closer, a lot of information has been quietly spreading, the years are indeed light, but also gentle and quiet, there is warmth in the heart, return to the truth, light smile and relief, the journey is no longer difficult not far away, occasionally get some small luck, small satisfaction, small joy, occasionally a little fun, a drop of small joy, a little warmth, it is enough!
New time, new starting point, new beginning, zero self, still full of vitality, new scenery, new fate, new hope, life and days are full of novelty and poetry, even a ray of sunshine and a snowflake can taste the warm and tranquil taste, feel soft and soft feelings. So it is better to boil a cup of snow tea, integrate into a thousand words, fold a branch of Su Hanmei, send it to the thick ink and color, talk about the gift in winter, dedicate it to spring, chant a thank you, and sing a song to welcome.