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The flow of years is like water, the past is like a stream, always wandering in the blossoms, and detouring where the rain falls.
Wandering on the shores of the years, there will always be a boat crossing the river, carrying us to another unknown faraway place.
How many years, the old face, but matured the connotation, enriched the ideal, composed a song-like life course.
The traces of youth sealed in the heart have become memories, shallow nostalgia...
Decorate your bags in the alleys of the streamers,
Towards the beginning of the next spring.
If you can't marvel at the years, try to warm the years;
If you can't change reality, try to accept reality.
It is not easy to love, nor is it easy to hate.
Love has always been precious that cannot be sought,
Hate requires courage and strength.
Years of laughter, the future can be expected,
The empty cup mentality is the end and the beginning.
Treat independence and sobriety as an umbrella to protect yourself from the wind and rain on the road,
Leave tenderness and softness to lovers and confidants.
Let go of the joys and superfluous worries of the past,
Live out and let all your worries drift away!
If you can't forget it, you must be relieved,
Don't do reverence but also respect.
The road, we still have to go down,
Don't rush, don't get out of the world' laws.
The years may give a strong memory,
It is also possible to hollow out everything.
The past is like the wind, blowing messily,
The scattered debris will become blurred.
Everything will become a cloud of smoke,
Looking up at time is still beautiful,
We go forward, and we go along, and we realize,
Although the starry sky of that year can not be found,
Warm sunshine still sprinkles our way forward,
The scenery that you and I linger on the road is still beautiful!
Floating light again, but not flowing for years,
The past is like the wind, the past is the past.
This long journey of life is unpredictable,
Xiao Feng Cold Moon, Yang Liu Falling Ying,
All the beautiful scenery and the good fortune,
Cherished and never given up.
No matter how beautiful the floating light is, it will not flow for years,
Gathering and dispersing is a fate, no matter how much the past is.
Flowing years are like water, and the shadows that cannot flow in the water,
Floating like tea, slowly tasting the bitterness of life,
The years are like songs, singing life far away and poetry.
May 27, 2020
About author:Shu Ke, a native of Nanchang City, Jiangxi Province, is a beauty physician. Cheerful personality, love to travel, like to record life with words and pictures, many works published on the internet platform.
Editor of Qingyanwei Literary Creation Garden/Li Xunxiu
Source: Xinhua No. Kui xian da Ban Xi