Early in the morning, I stood on the bank of time, gazing at the river of years. It silently shuttles through the cracks of history, taking away the prosperity of the past and nourishing the hope of the future. Here, I am both a spectator and an eyewitness, feeling the weight of time and the flow of life.
On the banks of the river, the ancient willow trees swayed gently in the wind, their branches like the fingers of time, gently plucking the surface of the water, stirring up a circle of ripples. These ripples are like bits and pieces of life, they overlap each other, and then they spread out separately, and finally disappear into the vast river. I remembered my past, those laughter and tears, those successes and setbacks, they have all become part of the years, precipitated in the depths of my soul.
I walked along the river, with stones polished smooth by the river beneath my feet. Every step is like stepping on a node in time, and every footprint records a story. I saw the children playing by the river, their laughter was crisp and innocent, and it reminded me of my own childhood, when I was full of infinite longing and curiosity about the future.
In the distance, several old men were sitting under the willow trees, talking and laughing or silently contemplative, each with the traces of time engraved on their faces. They have sailed far in the rivers of years, and their stories are richer and deeper than mine. I can't help but wonder where will my ship of life dock when I reach their age, and how will my story be told by those who come after me?
On the surface of the river, there are occasionally a few fallen leaves, which are like letterheads floating from the distant past, carrying the secrets of time and the wisdom of life. I reached out and scooped up a piece, and it lay quietly in the palm of my hand, as if telling a story about life. I listened, I felt, and an inexplicable feeling surged in my heart.
As the sun sets, I end my walk for the day. I stand beside the river of years, looking back at the road of the past and looking forward to the journey of the future. I know that time doesn't stand still for anyone, but I can cherish every opportunity to sail and feel every moment of life with my heart.
The river of years is a long and beautiful poem, which allows us to understand life in the flow and find eternity in the change. On this evening, I continued to move forward with respect for the past and anticipation for the future. Because I believe that as long as there is love in our hearts, the river of time will forever nourish our souls and let our boat of life sail to a wider ocean.
