The long years, peace and quiet prose appreciation

The years have passed like a poem like a fantasy, gently flowing in the fingers, that footsteps and like a gentle rain quietly flow through the heart, flow through the innocent cheeks. Let people do not notice the slightest difference, until one day, re-turning up the photos stored in the album, only to find that their own face has been subconsciously changed. Once had the tenderness of the brilliant comic has not existed, replaced by a mature old. Turn around and look back to realize that those watery years and their own gradual drift away, how much good time inadvertently slipped away from the side, never look back. Marvel at their own pace is too slow or the flow of years is too hasty, have not had time to appreciate the elegance of the years, the foot of the road is about to finish half. A lot of scenery to miss, a lot of people and their own sassafras, and a lot of things to become a cloud of smoke. The years will not stop flowing because of people, like the wind like rain and like a floating cloud in the sky. I'm just an insignificant ferryman in the river of years, with the heart of that love will inevitably go with the flow, because of their own weak power can not reverse the cycle of seasons. The sky is still blue, the river is still flowing. Lament the rush of years, realize the watery years, perceive the shortness of life. The day by day of the ordinary days, followed the footsteps of time through the spring, summer, fall and winter, through the wind and rain, in addition to the face of those poor and lonely and difficult to erase the footprints, nothing left.

In the morning up staged a sky fog, white fog filled more and more thick, blurred eyes, could not see the buildings could not see the trees, as if the world has become another world. Pedestrians on the road a bit panicked, even if the foot of the road do not know how many times, or not clear where the next intersection will be. I wish there was a warm hand to pull myself, to guide the direction of the heart, so that the heart is no longer confused. In fact, there are a lot of things that often appear in the side of the thing, think that has been very familiar and no longer care, when really feel the existence of the time, it is very strange, there are people once missed, will no longer have, so know how to cherish in order to permanent. No matter how thick the fog, there is always time to disperse, that heart fog when to be clear? In fact, as long as there is a bright light in the heart, the mind will not fog, not to mention wandering in the fog. Fog fog is a natural phenomenon, can not let the fog delusion of the mind, the distance between the heart and the heart. There is a song, listening to listen to the heart drunk, always stay in the memory and the deepest emotions **** Ming; there is a road, walking on the road, the roadside flowers will never lose their way; there is a person, the more you love the deeper you go, accompanied by laughter and laughter, hand in hand for a lifetime with no regrets. People's lives seem to have a lot of questions swirling around in their minds, no one can give a convincing answer, empathize with yourself. As long as the body does not fall down, others will not know their own inner pain, those who pretend to smile only to cover up the fragility of the mind. Not unwilling to go out of the closed space, but there is no way to get rid of the shackles of secular prejudice, alone to see the world, and alone to experience the warmth and coldness of the world. A person silently walk their own way, ordinary in a few calm, not humble and not overbearing as the years as the deep water. Everything is in the calm in the step by step, the come the go the go, keep the chu can not go to go to stay can not stay. Depending on the calm state of mind to see the flowers blossom and fall wind and clouds change, look down on some of the life does not bring death does not take away the fame and fortune, even if there are many unsatisfactory things around, the world so that the heart is full of infinite helplessness and sadness, but also should be in the river of time, washed away the restlessness to retain that precious innocence.

At the beginning of the new year, the years are still flowing quietly, the gap between the fingers is too wide, or time is too viscous and slippery, want to catch not to let go more to accompany themselves, but there is no way to start. Looking back on the past clouds, memories of the watery years, can only rely on the bits and pieces left in the mind to restore the experience once had, some have been washed by the time to the yellow blurred. The past has become the past, since it is the past, let it go with the wind, a smile to die a thousand sorrows. The tired heart to the gentle years, feel her serenity, enjoy her peaceful incense. Go into the nature, bathe in the bright sunshine, the heart into the wind and rain, feel the pulse of life. Pick a piece of red maple leaf and write your dream, and let the fragrance of the ink accompany your dream and fly together in the wind. Twist a ray of colorful sunshine woven into the shape of a sincere heart, ask the God of Love to send to you thousands of miles away, so that you know that my love is born from you, the heart moves with you. Or in the silence of the night twilight hold a round of tenderness like water of the bright moon, carved on the top of the wind and rain Li Ren, so that your name will always remain in the clean moon palace, every night with the stars and the moon will never be alone, to see the moon is like seeing you.

At the beginning of the new year for the love of sailing, standing on the shore of time waiting for you to come, with your gentle hand together with the fragrance of the years, raise the sails of love in the long river of time to ride the waves, sailing to the paradise of happiness. Rolling in the red dust, for love crazy you wait, every time we meet are heart to heart apply the sparks, every time we part with the heart and the heart full of fondness, see each other when it is difficult to say goodbye is also difficult. The sea of people, hold your hand and grow old with your son, all the way all the way to laughter. Flowers bloom in order to nurture life, flowers fall is to let the new life stand higher, the petals of the fresh defeat is also sublime love, love is so delicate, love is so bold.

Time is like water, years of incense. Short life walking in the corridor of history seems minimal, joy and sadness coexist intertwined together, following the person's life. Trip through how many years of the beach, the sea changed, all the way with hard work, harvest a little bit of joy, with a sincere heart, access to the sweetness of the heart to heart. The quiet snowy night is surprisingly quiet, so that you can hear your heart beating. Sitting by the window and looking up at the stars and moon, thoughts in the mind waves, tears of longing blurred the gaze of expectation, so that the eyes of longing for the liver and guts. Lift up the beloved pen, you swept through the dream when the waves of warmth and love, overflowing in the words between the lines, moisturizing the heart of hanging on to you. The long road of life, step through how many bumps and bruises, the prosperity of the end of the plain is true, the big waves immersed in the heart of the sea is the love, cherish this warm and touched by their own warmth and love.

Years of incense and quiet, quiet is a state of mind and a kind of cultivation, in the quiet taste of life, in the quiet to enjoy the fragrance of the years. The whole long journey of life, is nothing more than a person in the practice, thin fame and fortune, forget all right and wrong. Although joy and sadness in life always coexist intertwined, but as long as the heart is quiet, there will be more joy and less sadness. Long years, years like water in the fingers quietly slipping down. Walking in the hustle and bustle of the world, I wish I could hold a bosom of light warmth and love, forget the sorrows and grievances of the world. Drink a cup of Acacia wine, savor the mellow fragrance of thinking of you and remembering you and loving you. I will never wake up in a curtain dream, in the dream and you hand in hand to the white head. Perhaps the greatest fulfillment in life is not a romantic house, but a promise to wait quietly. Perhaps the greatest happiness in life is not the brocade clothes and jade food, but the heart to heart in the tea and rice. Calm days, have a light warmth and love, hold a calm heart, peacefully ordinary years.