The days are fast, and in the cold of winter, the blink of an eye has entered the waxing moon. Laba porridge has already been drunk, and people will be one year older. I don't want to believe in the fact that time has passed so quickly. In fact, there are too many people who don't want to believe it, saying how the days are getting worse and worse, and time seems to be flying away.
Yesterday, I told people how cold the winter of my childhood was, and the ice of the Yi River was a foot thick. It was a difficult time, and the whole winter seemed to take up most of the year's time. When I went to study outside before the exam, the water of the Yi River was still frozen. Sometimes the night passes, the crackling sound is faint, people walk on the ice, and the foot of time always makes people move. Yes, the winter that year was still long. I lay in a rented room, sleeping on a borrowed wire bed, and in my sleep the cold air was surging and the night was long and long, and I don't know how many nightmares I had, and the sun lazily shone on the windowsill.
Year after year, people grow up and their lives are better. But good days do not pass, this is the consensus of everyone. In addition, the current day is like a copy, and it will quietly go away one day unconsciously. Moreover, I often bury my head in painting, and when I paint, people seem to fall into a vacuum, no matter how long it takes. Between lifting the pen and putting it down, the days have slipped away quickly. I don't know how long I will continue to have such days. Not only do you love this, but you also comfort yourself, and time has not been wasted.
Let your own footsteps step by step on a solid path. In this way, even if the days are like paintings in one breath, meditating and tasting, what you get is still the slightest mellow smell.