Walking on the road, thinking about the past

Stop and go along the way, always look back from time to time, when you are lonely, when you are sad, when you are happy, always miss, miss the day at that time, distant once, or sunny or rainy, or sad or happy. The moment that came to mind, warmed a little bit of Lomo, comforted a little bit of sadness, flew a little bit of happiness.

Soft and beautiful days are always full of flowers, fragrant and faint, wreathed in the heart, stirring up the joy in the bottom of my heart, even if the years are long, unabated. A round of lone moon in front of the window, you are obsessed with the window, whether the moon is the same as you, the same lonely cold, however, at this time, the beautiful past emerges, there will be unspeakable warmth in the heart, but also a trace of regret. Yes, we can't keep time, and beauty always seems short.

When we are deceived by life, we will always bury all our passion and happiness, the heart stops in autumn, the fallen leaves fall, the grass falls for days, the heart is cold, there are tears in the fundus. Perhaps at this time, the past scenery will be particularly charming, when the talent is blue, flowers are good, grass is good, and the mood is good.

My definition of heartbreak is like a cup colliding with the ground. After a crisp sound, it is no longer complete and becomes a piece of glass. It must be treated gently and carefully in the future, otherwise it will prick and bleed.

Of course, no matter whether the night is gray or not, no matter whether it rains in the morning, no matter how hesitant the end of the mouth is, no matter how helpless the roadside is, spring will still come, as in memory, peach blossoms are red and pear blossoms are white.

On the road of life, we walk, we walk out of a period of time, out of a period of the past. And fleeting is like a gust of wind, blowing, can not stay, delivered to miss. Although yesterday has passed, tomorrow has not yet come, for today, we are not loyal, because half of our hearts are missing, half are looking forward to, and the rest are confused.

Perhaps people should try to learn to be calm, think that life, even if there are nights, but also months, stars, silent company, do not be sad. There is no need to say much when you are happy, only a cool look in your eyes is enough to infect the people around you. Get together very happy, spend a good full moon, such a time, very good. If you recall those days, no matter sad or comforting, your heart is quiet and indifferent.

Most like the time leisurely, light walking, like the clouds on the horizon, not stained with fine dust, white and pure

Miss, miss yesterday, miss yesterday, a joy, a worry, regardless of the separation of time and space, whether today is sad or happy, will always ignite a hot emotion, let us feel, let us never forget

The concern of this life, the cold and warm of the world, over the dike of the heart, the end of whose pen, the love of this life, the love and hate of the world, crossing the shore of time, messy whose fleeting time

Stop-and-go, occasionally in a daze, occasionally miss, experience is a person's spring, summer, autumn and winter, seasons change, years change, unchanged is the heart of the residual fragrance, always inadvertently fragrant memories, fragrance softened the dream.

Author: Angel