Life for a lifetime, the wind and rain, the years are in a hurry, the torrent of the years has swept away the years, the youth, and the persistence that has been bitter, leaving only a body that has been deeply imprinted by the years, and a heart that has been scarred by the vicissitudes of life.
Time is always too hurried, listen to the wind and rain outside the window, count the dead leaves in front of the door, look back on the past, those passing years, those unforgettable memories, those treasured past, I don't know how much you remember?
Today's sadness and the road traveled, under the impact of feelings and careers, will fade with the years, and the scroll of time will become blurred due to age, and it will not stand the test of time.
In this rolling red dust, in this world, the longest and shortest, the fastest and the slowest, the most ordinary and the most precious, the most neglected and the most regrettable, I am afraid that only time is possible.
If we don't work hard, the boss is sad, we who were once young and high-spirited, how can we understand the meaning?
When we gradually understood, we found that we were no longer young, when would we return to the west, and there was no possibility of starting over in life.
Maybe everyone doesn't want to waste their life in the world, but when we are melancholy about the present, the precious time has slipped away unconsciously.
Many people, many things, and many experiences have gradually become the memories of life.
Perhaps in this world, the most valuable wealth is time, with time, you have the opportunity to create everything, and if you have time, you have the capital to turn over.
For dying patients, time is life, for entrepreneurs, time means being able to create more wealth, and for students, time is knowledge and time is the future.
It's just that time is too hurried, time is fleeting, and I can't be allowed to wait. The finger seams are very wide, the time is too thin, and a lot of time has quietly slipped through the fingers. Time is shallow, the years are short, and what can't be kept is the hurried passing years.
If the golden year does not come again, it will be difficult to regain the morning in one day. Be encouraged in time, and the years will not treat others. The years turn into songs, and time passes like flowers.
The years have flowed into a river, who is still waiting for me. People can't always live in the past, only by grasping the present moment can they not regret the past.
Years are like water, time flies, unconsciously, the years have stolen my face and beauty, but also stole a good youth, life is like a journey, years are like a song, the heart has gone through a hundred turns and thousands of times, precipitated a feeling that is not disturbed.
The lost youth is still worth recalling, the dusty past is worth savoring, looking back on the road traveled, leaving the marks of the times, but also containing the footprints of growth, as well as the life experience worthy of our reference.
In any case, you have to understand that time is still passing quietly, and the years are still running secretly. Don't sigh for the years that have passed.
Don't be sad for the joys and sorrows of the past, the shaking passing years, the light swinging clock, what we have to do is to cherish the present, and don't let the good time slip away in a hurry.
The wheels of time, like a rolling torrent, disappear without a trace day after day. There are thousands of kinds of prosperity, which can't withstand the passage of time, and the red face is easy to get old, and the time is like a sword!
Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much, I live for tomorrow, everything will come to pass.
Each of us is constantly running around in the years, experiencing the ups and downs of the world, maybe this is the most real life, but also a kind of life growth.