In the world, there are too many desires driven, most of the desires come and go to things outside the body, and those vanity for no reason, but if you ask what is the most precious in the world, but the long time that flows endlessly, it is silent, not slow, not transferred by anyone's will, but it can leave a deep imprint on all things.
Everyone is the master of time, everyone is also a guest of time, busy, ups and downs, people in the world is a kind of practice, this kind of practice exercises one's mind and will, in the continuous practice, gradually transcend oneself.
Looking back at the road I have walked, I have been young and frivolous, high-spirited, inspiring words, bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? Time gives us all kinds of tempering, allowing us to witness our own growth and transformation, feel the temperature and meaning of life, and experience the power of perseverance and beautiful returns.
Those old laughter and tears, as crystal clear as morning dew, teach us the perception of life and the understanding of love. At that age full of longing, we experienced the ups and downs of life, and experienced the joys and sorrows of love. Nowadays, they have become the most precious memories in our hearts.
Time is always so fast that when we want to enjoy it, it is far away. In a lifetime, the years are not painful or hurtful, affectionate, should laugh at me, and I am dreaming of eternity.
The distance between people, most of them are the distance of the heart, if you love each other, the end of the world is also close at hand, if the words are not speculative, the end of the world is also close at hand, and people are in each other's hearts of tacit understanding and understanding.
In this impetuous and noisy world, people will be separated by barriers, it is difficult to meet the soul of the soul, the mountains and rivers of the bosom friend, if you are lucky to meet, please cherish it, do not wait for lost, it is too late to regret.
In the long river of time, how many vicissitudes and tears have been floated away, and in the days that follow, I will always think of you and your appearance and your name, and I will also think of you and the traces left by the original beauty and years. Time, incomparably soft, witnesses all the past we have experienced.
When the years fall silently, those beautiful promises are finally sprinkled in the dust of the years, you think in your heart, in the memory, in the years of travel, breathing, looking for the lost years.
We are all passers-by of time, and after the prosperity, I hope that the years will be quiet and peaceful.