Fleeting time, Xu I is well.

Light rely on the lintel of the years, see the fleeting wind blowing, but the heart has long been calm. Looking back, there is a ray of sunshine. The young and frivolous dream only swayed for a season on the branches of the years, always thought that the eternal promise only floated away with the wind, the obsession faded away and gradually drifted away. And the bruised experience, only wasted time, became an interlude on the road of growth.

Once crazy for the dream, a kind of strength that does not take the blue power of the building, the sonorous posture is enough to shake the five mountains, but can not stand the waste of time, the coming of the storm. I have to sigh that people, ah, are weak after all, unable to compete with this unpredictable wind and rain, and the changeability of the world.

Seeing that spring has passed, summer has arrived, and flowers are far away. Gently brush off the dust in the memory, those sad or happy throb, like falling petals, scattered in the depths of fleeting time, quietly, gently, less heavy, less noise.

Yes, time is really a pair of good medicine, even if scarred, flowers and things flow, after the turn of seasons, if you remember, it is only the sun, mottled tree shadow, hazy, there is no hard to hide the pain, there is only a kind of warmth at the bottom of my heart.

The rustling fallen leaves are stranded and turned into mud to nourish the flowers of this season. Perhaps rough, like fallen leaves, after the heart's chewing, into heart fragrance, nourishing fleeting time.

Quietly walk, shallow line, no longer looking forward to the wind and fire days, only willing to fleeting like water, with such a calm, gentle, with a trace of warmth, Xu I peace.

On the road of life, with a ray of breeze, a ray of warm sun, a season of flowers blooming, weave the brocade of the soul, even if the time is cool and thin, still hold the pen to open the heart that touch of warmth, draw the blue of the sky, the white of the clouds, the winding path is leisurely.

Despite the twists and turns of the river of life, on both sides of the river, flowers are still blooming, fragrance is still the same, Xu Nianhua is like a poem. This is a kind of detachment, detached from the cold and wet of the wind and rain, sprinkling a ray of sunshine in the window of my heart.

The night is deep, everything is silent, the moon is like water, the sky is starry, at this time, make a cup of coffee, taste slowly in front of the window, a trace of bitterness, just like that life, those cold, after suffering, but let people have endless aftertaste.

Dream side, heart corner, when the moon rises, sprinkle a grain of hope, plant a beautiful place, light the heart lamp in the dark, illuminate the confusion in the night, fear, like a flower seed, quietly placed in the heart, implanted a spring dream, and so on spring, flowers full of path.

Think like a spring, miss like a tide, when the flowers bloom, think, delimit a season of sadness, over the heart, swirling the dust of the central road in the early morning, waiting for the heart to be quiet and dusty, fresh and filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, looking back, the warm sun shines in the morning light.

After all kinds of, the heart is full of flowers, in the world of mortals, overflowing fragrance. Fleeting time, Xu I peace, quiet and beautiful, do not fight, do not rob, do not complain not sad, Qingxin, meditation, peace of mind. Build a hedge, plant a courtyard of flowers, get up in the morning to see the flowers, enjoy the moon at night, with poetry and wine, the quiet beauty of the years, painted in the heart, aromatherapy life.

Author: Angel