When the calendar tore off another page, without any explanation, I know that years take away not only happiness, but also sadness.
Always refuse to give up that piece of yesterday's sky, thinking that when the wind is warm and sunny, the mood comes and goes with the wind, and the sun shines on the corner of the heart, warm and peaceful, but always greets the sunrise and sunset with such a restless heart. I know that the passage of time means aging, and maturity means having the courage to face the unknown.
Or forget all the past, start all over again, the initial memories are still clear and helpless, I left the sadness to myself, I hid the smile behind, but no one can remember the first moved and the final curtain.
What is life? There are ups and downs, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, jo
Midnight bleak, can not hide a wisp of melancholy, frozen enthusiasm with the blurred space scattered into nothingness, youth is gone, romantic feelings such as yesterday, who can look forward to, who can not regret this life.
How long and how long did those true words last? Who made up the myth of those stupid people who stayed together until they were old? Turn around and fall in love with another strange face.
The smile is still the same, but no longer wander, those bitter answers have long been doomed, say and do not say, are the same, even if it is to give up and give up, are the dust of the past, can not be mentioned again.
That never sad age, love over and over again, but can not catch any touch of moving color, retreat pale write dissatisfaction is the plot of separation, no one can tell the explanation of right and wrong.
Like the clouds in the sky, the wind in the air, like the tears in the eyes, the figure by the water, the drifting moment, what can stay in the memory is only the most unforgettable pain.
Not only sorrow can be permanent, not only waiting can make dreams come true, so many prayers, so much sincerity is just a drama interlude, who says that people who play life are not played by reality?
The belated season is not really so beautiful, the belated oath does not seem to represent hypocrisy, or the tireless heart in this life is still pure as water.
There is no scenery in the eyes, there should be no abandonment in memory, but who can let life everywhere, flowers and flowers, sunny?
The heart is a flying wing, carrying endless joys and sorrows, but also bearing the sad wind and cold rain of the world, but every post station, every turn, there will be colorful and boundless scenery.
No one has said that all kinds of opportunities and fates in the world are not necessarily life-long, but those who pass by may be reunited at some point. Even if I have made a wish so piously in front of the Buddha, I am not so demanding that there will be such a satisfactory arrangement.
The so-called nature is true, calmly come and go, in the face of the prosperity of the world, is it also free and easy?
And I have listened to so many moving stories, but I can't tell what is true eternity.
Sentence after sentence of love has been listening to others tell, and bit by bit of bitterness I have also carefully savoured, the joys and sorrows of life is not only lost in the years, but more in the depths of the heart.
Used to be forgotten, accustomed to silence and Enron, people look at the starry sky, hearts and flying snow, life is not too long, not too short, as long as you have heard the songs of the four seasons, as long as you feel the greatness of life, as long as you live a simple and ordinary life, as long as everything is normal.
I understand that the calendar is still torn off page by page, time is quietly flowing away, no matter how life exists, it is a speck of dust in the universe.
I close my eyes because I want to let my heart flow out of music and let my dreams fly high in the sky.
Author: Yuhe in the wind
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