Whenever I sit in front of the screen, I always like to open the stereo to listen to the song, and in the sound of the music melody dance hands to strike the keyboard to stimulate the text, with the heart also jumped out of the most beautiful chapter with love.
That a song of beautiful and melodious melody and my mind intertwined in time years, years played the notes of sadness and joy, wind and rain written into the chapter of sweet and sour.
In the years of song, I lamented the years that slipped through my fingers, and I have been infinitely sentimental in their own gains and losses. The success of the people often remember the once bumpy, failed people always show off the former glory. The first thing that you can't do is to write down your feelings about the past.
Light quietly dappled the court column of paint, the years have left my vicissitudes of the marks, walked through the years of the journey, but also experienced the splendor of life, I feinted in the song slowly grow old ......
The years are like a song, life is like a song. The time has passed in a hurry, I have gone through the young and frivolous, gone through the youthful age, the familiar melody engraved in the depths of memory.
My teenager as lullaby innocence; my youth as jazz enthusiastic; my middle age as symphony heavy; when my life is about to come out from the hustle and bustle, it played into a song of low soft and slow serenade.
Life all the way to the line is in a song of the music of the years in the melody of adulthood, and then slowly grow old.
Years like a song, or heroes at the end of the road, long songs and lamentations, or the spring breeze, the wine song. Or vision of enlightenment, singing a Zen verse, or red dust deep, humming a song of soft language ballad. The light is happy, far-reaching is philosophical, questioning is helpless, laughing is free. Different people, different years, different songs.
A person's life is a kind of unaccompanied singing, it does not have a gorgeous decorative sound and no elegant hall for accompaniment more applause. There is only the free and clear pride after washing the lead as well as the courage to be persistent when you show your voice alone.
Years like a song, shuttle in my passing years, over and over again, turn and repeat; all the sorrow into a five-line score, all the joy into the notes.
"Happy, the years as a joyful round dance, accompanied by a young girl rotating flying skirt and flowing three thousand hair, gently brushed the cheeks, crispy itchy, like a touch of sweet breath into the viscera, people longing for and looking forward to, longing for that sudden return to palpitations, looking forward to the corner of the love encountered.
When you are in pain, the years are like a mournful song, accompanied by Bing's hobbling steps and lonely back, drowning over the heart, strong and dense, like a disgruntled couple turned away, with a heart-breaking pain, one to the east and the other to the west, and from now on, the world is far away and we will never see each other again.
When the heart is quiet, the years such as a melodious Spring River and Moonlit Night, accompanied by the `warmth' of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea and the wife and children of the hot bed of the plain, quietly rubbed, like a clear lake, ripples are not shocked, through the calmness of the light.
Anger, the years as a symphony of destiny, accompanied by a thrilling struggle and tenacious persistence, knocking hard on the door of life, touching that thin or thick wall of the heart, so that all hiding and escape from the invisible, even if they are trapped in the swamp, even if the body is not perfect, but also strive to stand up and continue to move forward."
Years like a song, the past, the years have crossed, that will become a memory of the heart. Memories never need to remember in detail, the years will never forget. In the long years, life has had too many wonderful stories, but also left a lot of moving!
Life has always been accompanied by the song, from the warmth of the mother's arms out of a soft lullaby began, in the song we learned to talk, toddling, and then entered the kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, until the university.
In the song, we grew from a young teenager to a young man with a raw first love; and from a lingering love until the night of the wedding candles, and then to each other to grow old together.
The song witnessed our once parting of ways and bruises, the song also witnessed our once bumpy career life hard, the song witnessed our once homesickness, parting and returning. The song witnessed us in the life of the journey across each step or light, or heavy, or joy, or sad footprints.
The youthfulness of the past has been far away in the wind, the years quietly, and quietly and hurriedly away, the seasons are always from spring to summer, by the fall into the winter, so the cycle, can never be changed. The time of life is also so irreversible.
In the song of the years, that the years of consultation, sadness has also cried, laughing has also been cheerful. Looking back always makes people feel a lot of emotions!
Some people say: years like a river, trickling, twisting and turning, there are rapids, there are dangerous beaches, there are whirlpools, but ultimately always in the sunset under the light of the sparkling, flashing into eternal gold;
Some people say that the years are a road, bumpy, bumpy, bumpy, there is a straight road, there is mud, there is a gully, can walk through the thousands of turns, the mountain after the end of the water is still the darkness of the flowers,
And I say that the years are like a song, life is like a song, it makes up the life, it makes up the enthusiasm, it sings the joy. It sings the colorful life of suffering and happiness alternately with different songs.
This song or loud and clear or shallow singing, or cheerful and easy or melancholy sadness, or perseverance as iron or tenderness like water. This song is like a sob, inscribed with the life of the joy and sadness of love and hate, that is written with life and passion for the beautiful music. Every note is moving, mesmerizing!
The years are like a song, the red face is easy to old, youthful years to pay for wasted time. In the years of life, everyone every day in the interpretation or wonderful or plain different versions of the story, if it will be strung together by heart, will become a bright landscape in life!
If we use our hearts to experience everything in life, we will find that life is like a poem; if we can appreciate everything around us with all our hearts, then life is like a picture, if we sing the years with passion, you will feel that life is like a song.
The years are like a song, life is like a song ......