Standing on the river bank of time, staring at the road when it comes; Years of rivers, the sound of waves remains the same. Only my own words, like a gurgling stream, are melodious and accompany me through countless sleepless nights. On this stormy night, I want to cook a pot of ink with pure words, sit on the edge of the curtain and light the sound of life. Sitting in front of the computer, quietly listening to a song or reading an article is often moved by a melody, a sentence or a painting, and in unexpected inspiration, graceful flowers are knocked out at the fingertips. Time flies, everything can be changed, and the only thing that can't be changed is the kindness and kindness in nature.
Standing in a corner of the city, feeling those drifting away, when the vicissitudes of life exhausted the original simplicity, when the years deserted the seemingly mature heart, can words still bear the weight of the heart? Many pasts have been missed, brushed, shed tears and laughed. What is left in the end? The autumn waters are long and the moon is full, and I miss Yao Qin infinitely. The piano is full of yearning, and the two places fall in love. The reflection of the moon in the cup is broken, the wine is brought to the sky, the moonlight is like frost on the brow, and the flying flowers are cold in the quiet night.
In a person's life, there are always some sour past events, which make people cry and make you look back; There are always some sweet memories that make people intoxicated, obsessed and lingering. And some helplessness of life and death, joy of reunion, abandonment and persistence, sadness and happiness, heartache and touching are all like a symphony of ups and downs. There are thousands of turns of melancholy, and there is a long melody with deep feelings that echoes in your heart from time to time. Wandering. Haunt. That past experience included beautiful mountains, beautiful dreams, lingering memories of flowers and moons, but in the end it was a mixed sigh, a helpless face and a clear ray of resentment.
As beautiful as flowers and jade, as water flies. After all, I can't see through my thoughts, and the flood is like water. The tenderness in tears is tenderness and disappears in broken words. The clouds of the past disappeared in front of us, and there was not much nostalgia and farewell. At that moment in tear drops, the letter full of thoughts was finally soaked. When the geese returned to the side of the road, I took my deep love and fell on your pillow to accompany you to sleep.
The sails of the years are drifting away under the eyes of memories, and the melody that suddenly sounded in my ear aroused my inexplicable desire. Gently open the curtain, a hazy drizzle soaked the flowers I yearned for, and many fragments of memory were like flowers watered by rain, warming the deep dream, just like the mood at the moment, making the lingering flowers and spring breeze intoxicated me, and I didn't want to wake up.
The wind of the past years, blowing the long hair of memories, flies in my mind, like a banner of hunting and dancing, gently blows open the long-closed heart window, holds a handful of moonlight, washes away the rust and dust of life, and changes my river of life into a clear and clean spring. The time that can't be returned, what can't be taken away is the fragrance of the years, what can't be returned is the vicissitudes of the years, and what can't be left is the flow of time. When I was young, I always went through hardships on the road full of thorns. When you are in love, those seemingly beautiful things are what you want to do, but when your youth is squandered, you will know how to cherish and miss the past.
Close to Zhu Zhechi, close to Mexico is black, and good friends are the dawn in the dark, leading you in the right direction; Bad friends will lure you astray and make you fall into a hopeless situation. It is not difficult to find the pearl buried in the sea, give nutrients, appreciate the advantages, know yourself and yourself, and know each other all over the world. Friends should be nourished by care, carved by encouragement and maintained by communication. Friendship is like raw Pu 'er. Under certain conditions, the older you get, the more alcohol you get.
Turn a beautiful and graceful time into a beautiful, fragrant, bright and peaceful time, smile at the top of the years and quietly graze your soul. Even if I can't find the way to the future, I am still willing to pursue the most primitive innocence with an obsession. No matter whether the years are calm, painful or sad, it is a kind of growth. Looking forward to one day, looking back, I can pick up the lost dream. Gu Teng's old tree is a faint crow, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. With the passage of time, I can't remember the frivolous when I was young, and I don't think about the passionate passion of that year. Wandering all the way, stumbling all the way, falling leaves back to the warmest hometown, back to the youngest and most free time. On the bluestone road, flowers bloom and butterflies fall happily. Bury the smiles that have flowed away from the years into the ancient riverside, and let the dribs and drabs of memories bloom brilliantly in the bright sunshine.
When I am alone, I like to make a cup of green tea, full of green eyes and dancing fragrance, and enjoy the moment of laziness. Heart, quiet as a mirror, carefree. Gently shake the teacup, and the tea leaves are sometimes surrounded, sometimes scattered, sometimes floating and sometimes sinking. Sip slowly, quietly elegant and faint bitterness rippling between the tip of the tongue, nourishing the heart. Tea is the crystallization of nature. Tea tasting is the combination of spirit and beauty, the discussion of heart and wisdom, and the epiphany of silence and emptiness.
When we embark on the journey of life and rush into the tide of society, we will always stumble in failure. Many times, there is no right or wrong in many things, only the cause and effect. When I was young, I always dreamed high, braving the wind and waves on a whim and dreaming a beautiful dream. I firmly believe that I can sail to the other side of success. But when I am full of ambition, once I encounter many difficulties and can't stand the blow of countless holes, I have to give up halfway, just like the blink of an eye, the tide rises and falls, coming too suddenly and never coming back.
The world is full of red dust, and people who pass by you are everywhere. Only one ferry can be built in one hundred years. How many good fruits must be planted in life to walk with him? Friends, like the sea, bear your countless tears; When you are happy, white waves lift the sky, the waves are rough, and your heart is beating; When I am sad, my mood is gloomy and deep, and the tide rises and falls, whispering, soothing and stroking my tired heart. The distance between people, too close will prick people, too far will hurt people. I don't care about things, I don't care, I'm simple and natural, and I'm obsessed with it.
There are always some things in life that make us dissatisfied, some people in life that make us unhappy, and some setbacks in life that make us depressed. When you are unhappy, ask yourself what you don't understand or like. When you are unhappy, ask yourself what you can't afford and what you can't let go. When you are unhappy, ask yourself what you can't see or guess. Trouble comes from comparison, success comes from hard work, mentality comes from experience, happiness comes from satisfaction and beauty comes from purity. Don't cry poor, because no one will give you money. Don't shout tired, because nobody will help you. Don't give up because no one wants you to win.
Don't rely on others, because only you are the most reliable. Don't cry, because everyone is waiting for a joke. Don't beg, because someone wants you to be a beggar. Don't be down and out, because a bunch of people are waiting to hit people when they are down and out. Don't look back, because things are terrible. Don't be sad, because you will only frown but go to your heart. Don't bow your head, because there is no gold on the ground, only stones. Don't force it, because twisting melons is not sweet. A person will be young if he laughs too much. A person, how bitter will mature. A person who regrets more will cherish it. A person will be happy if he waits a little longer.
Life is to walk step by step and throw away step by step. What comes out is the road, and what is thrown away is the baggage. In this way, the road will get longer and longer, and the heart will get quieter and quieter. Life is a journey, experiencing joy and sorrow, gain and loss, success and failure. Life is a pious life experience, full of ups and downs, vicissitudes, a strong calm, a fearless calm, light clouds and light winds, which is the scenery of life and the essence of life. How many predestinations, from caring for each other to forgetting the rivers and lakes.
How many feelings, from vows of eternal love to meeting by chance. Fate is you, and fate is empty. The heart is easy to write, but the heart is difficult to understand. Life is painful because you care. It hurts because of doubt. I am happy because I look down. I am happy because I am pessimistic. We are all passers-by in heaven and earth and can't be the masters of many people. Cold is also my heart, warm is also my heart, wide and wide, cold and cold, autumn moon, this scenery, this taste, it is tasteless to think about.