Memory is like a breeze in the autumn sun. Blowing away the mind, disturbing the state of mind. Quietly looking at the sky, recalling the past bits and pieces, found that the original beauty has long been gradually aging. And every memory, no matter how long it is sealed, will be picked up again after years. Those drifting memories, with the distant yesterday, will still be subverted and displaced, in the quiet push open the door of the heart, a thousand sails in transit past events vividly, quietly leaping in the mind fingertips in the vast sea of the road, leaving an extremely heartbreaking sadness.
Those disappeared years, as if separated from a piece of dusty window, see but can not touch. The passage of time, precipitated by the past can not escape, the hands of memory, always pick up those bright sadness, the past marks cut through the pain, stirring the ripples in the heart. Those countless memories, has not been able to return to the past, and then more sighs, plain life has not been in the continuation? The lost memories are gradually blurred, and will eventually disappear from the fingers.
Memories, become the most beautiful in life, always like mellow sleeping quiet look, the heart of the secret also disappeared in an instant in the residual, can not see the real look. All in the humble world, praying for a grand love ceremony, those lingering years of the past, the prosperity of the end, only remaining memories.
Memories, because in the past time, inclusive of a lot of things that have been lost, some of the lost can never be retrieved, but can start from now, write a different ending. Loss of childhood, we can keep the heart of a child, youth is far away, we can rejuvenate the spirit, love withered, can still love to treat people, all can maintain a perfect mind, face life, face life. Will all the love, all the passion will make you unforgettable, even if there is a wound, even if there are tears, but also after the disappearance, looking forward to those small pleasures.
Standing on the opposite side of the years, unable to look at yesterday's starting point, leaving behind just a little red dust condensation smoke, stained with memories of the route, can only blur the remote look at everything in front of me. I know, how can I reproduce yesterday one by one, embellished with dreams outside today.
Looking back to the past, we are open-minded, looking back, we sunk in yesterday's success, flowers and applause in the cluster, sunk in yesterday's gains and losses, right and wrong, looking back to the past, to see the future course, choose a good road, for a better tomorrow to carefully build a new course.
Looking back at the past, not to be sentimental, but to seek a feeling, as over and over again to revisit the same dream, just want to see clearer in the ups and downs of life, walk frankly, those initial smiles, the initial touches, the initial expectations, although desolate years, but the warmth of the earth. As the poet Wang Guozhen described: "Yes, the things that have passed away, often just a good, but we are always more than stubbornly believe that that is the most beautiful and most charmed time of our lives, always have the most beautiful mood ...... ". However, in the world of memories, too much repetition of the past, especially when people do not feel happy and hopeful in reality, memories are equally pale. Now not be able to live in happiness, how to recall the hardships of the past? Now do not live in the passionate years, how to embrace the once love and be loved. Days in the day by day, people are slowly getting older, passion faded as the tide, the heart is not hesitant, the heart is not looking forward to the future of the beautiful, relaxed heart also tends to calm step by step. And all this is just because there is no more passion, no more hope, more lost ideal. Only those past events of the years, drip into injury. Cut off the years of the past, it is difficult to pile up the past into the original shape, so that the heart is not wandering far away. Many times, let us put down, in fact, does not lie in each other, but those who passed away memories.
A person's life, who are all the wind and rain. No matter how attached to the past, will eventually let go, no matter how painful it makes you, will eventually pass. The road of life, we can recall too many things, and the past can only be recalled. Any thoughts recall, with the old vein record of the passing years, bathed in the sluggish autumn wind wisps, counting the fluttering leaves. Perhaps, many years later, all the past events strung together, made into a long chain of quiet beauty, the two ends of a docking, combined into a perfect life, happy and forgettable, sad and sinking, which is also a kind of joyful magnificent life.