Time cooks the rain, but time sews flowers. Flowers bloom silently, and flowers fall silently. At the corner of the season, there are many joys of flowers blooming and many sighs of flowers falling. Looking back on our meeting, I hope the years will be quiet and we will grow old together.
Generally speaking, bits and pieces of the past are still in memory, and the warmth of the past cannot be erased at any time. Don't think about what will happen in the future, just want to stare deeply in the context of time.
The time to boil rain is patient, and the time to sew flowers is beautiful. After years of baptism, every life will make a dusty heart support a clean and full soul in an increasingly clear life background.
So I learned to treat myself gently in a quiet and beautiful time. I also spent my whole life embroidering my face. After many vicissitudes, I only left a shallow worry and finally learned to let go.