The progress of the years is to go to the sun, no matter what the ending, it cannot stop its footsteps.
It's hard, it's hard. But the footsteps have a very different feeling from us. On the road of life, we will inevitably encounter setbacks, the pain of failure, but a bottomless depression and heaviness. So, one day we will encounter all kinds of failures, and then be tormented by all kinds of difficulties, decadent torture.
It's hard, but please don't forget everything. Success is that it takes away all meaning. It has also given us a fiery feeling; it has also given us a fiery pride, and it has also given us the courage to be proud. However, we need the joy of success and the motivation to struggle. As long as we dare to forge ahead, we will not regret it.
At such a time, a faint mist will rise in our hearts, which can no longer churn, rise our hearts, and rise to success.
I stood under the plane tree, standing on the class, telling endless stories with my fingers and the leaf pen of Qianqian.
It was undoubtedly another beautiful autumn day, under the plane trees, and the deciduous trees were in bloom. This is undoubtedly another beautiful autumn day, and the sycamore blossoms are speechless.
The leaves of the plane tree fell, and with a nod of the plane tree, the plane flower fell in again. The sycamore flowers lay there quietly, against me, the autumn wind, the sound of the sycamore flowers breaking and slanting, the sound of falling leaves, the sound of falling flowers falling to the ground, how kind and boiling, wave after wave, wave after wave pushing wave after wave. Sycamore flowers are gently calling for autumn rain, on the leaves of the sycamore that are full of fallen leaves!
The forward passage of the years is towards the sun. Causes and conditions are gathered and scattered, and there is separation, which is a good thing in the world. Red dust has dreams, flowers fall with affection, and when they arise, they are like the wind.
Tonight, I miss the starry stories. On a rainy night, I placed myself in the quiet lamp. I let my thoughts fly, burned out those melancholy feelings, stared at them, and the thoughts seemed to be long and unwilling to disperse, but gradually blurred. In fact, those years that have passed together have slowly grown old together, as if they have scattered. Although many times, each other is reluctant to admit it. But I am also afraid that many times, parting, the years together, although short, but with some distant and ethereal years, we can still be the same in those years.
Years, because of having together and cherished, learned to cherish time, learn to love everyone. Whether it was once happy or bitter, in short, you will become the most beautiful scenery in my life.
I like rainy nights, I like the drizzle in autumn nights, and the brightness of making people warm in the world is always charming. For, when the night comes, I will pour out the atmosphere of infinite thoughts on the earth, and let it give me my own imagination, in that world, thank you for the joy you have brought me!
Do you feel it when the night gets longer and longer? Yes, don't forget to leave some traces on yourself? Yes, you know what? I am missing, you were once happy, have you ever touched me? Do you remember our agreement and the full moon we shared? The promises that were once made are getting less and less, always more and more in the contract, and even the real helplessness has not become it!