Fleeting years, warm smiles

There is always a trace of warmth in the heart, remember those who stop, struggle, brilliant, or unknown happiness. I know that one day it will disappear. I always cherish the beauty, commemorate the warmth I once had, fleeting time, and smile warmly-- written in front of me.

In June, the sun shines warmly in every corner of the city. The light warmed the eyes. There are some memories perched on the eyelids, which can be easily reached by opening the eyes. Then the bright light came through and became clear one by one from the blur.

Warmth is a grand scale of time, engraved on the back of time, so that those pale years scattered with hot afterheat, so that the garden of the soul has a bright bloom in spring. Like to watch that trace of warmth in the tunnel of time. Although a lot of warmth has long been swept away by the waves of time, it has long disappeared.

That trace of warmth, once blooming on both sides of the journey, swaying a warm smile. Let the way forward, no longer alone. Let the confused heart no longer hesitate. Standing at the end of time and looking at the other shore, those sporadic flickering light suddenly warmed my eyes. Thank you for the time, thank you for meeting, let you write warm words in my life books.

The days are quiet. Live a light life. The days are leisurely, with no fluctuations, no ups and downs. Shuttling between every sunrise and sunset. I like this kind of life: with a relaxed attitude, a calm life. Earthly life, repeated trivial insipid, in the fireworks day to enjoy a simple indifferent; noisy alone to keep a quiet Enron, with time slowly forward, worry and joy leisurely.

Like stop-and-go, like to look back on the road, like to look up at the blue sky. I like reading and writing simple words, listening to music, chatting, and painting the scenery in my heart. Like to travel, like fantasy, like simple. Time is so quiet and good, in its own corner, as calm as usual.

Maybe there are occasional loneliness, maybe you can't find your dream slowly, maybe you'll be lonely, maybe you'll be tired, maybe you'll get hurt. But we still stand on the horizon of youth, start with time and smile at life. Love life and live a good life. It is inevitable that there is sadness and sadness, after being injured, give yourself a faint smile and smile as gorgeous as a flower.

Passers-by are in a hurry, in the journey of life, some people keep coming and some people keep leaving. Silently miss those friends who have given encouragement and care. Although I left, I was still grateful, although I was strange, I still missed it. Once inspired to bear in mind, once accompanied by the years to remember the warmth of you.

In a period of time like a piece of music, listen to a piece of music miss a period of time. Sit for a while and miss the palmprint of another. Those painted years, floating with fragrance of time. Those who come and turn around in a hurry. Light to come, faint to go, and then faint to think of; quietly come, quietly go, then quietly watch.

It is said that people with dreams will not be alone, because they can fly with the help of the wind. Hope, with the soft wind of June, release the dream. Like the bright sunshine, like walking in the sun, like lively, but wandering alone. Everyone is everyone's passer-by, everyone is everyone's yearning. The lost light years, do not say goodbye, do not abandon the heart.

Fleeting years, smile to warm, looking for and cherish little happiness. Don't sigh, don't complain. Simple faith, silently cherish, deeply believe that happiness can be grasped. Heart, soft in this beautiful, quiet, tranquil, light. Fleeting time, don't lose it, don't forget it. If so, each is at his own ease.

Author: dusty and dusty