Life is like a dream, time is like a song, and it has become a stranger.
Time is fast, fate is shallow, a layer of mountains and rivers, a haze,
Peach flies away, burning its glory, as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water passing by,
Deep in the valley, the red tone is beautiful, and the dark fragrance is reflected in the mountain pond in the dream.
Cuihu is sad, peach blossoms are fragrant, what's the point of human face, Iraqis have gone,
Cloak covered with rain, looking for it, half a century of vicissitudes, where to go in life,
Meet a stranger, ponder a word, in the dream of regret,
Tao Jian wants to write, and her thoughts show that this is the most difficult and amazing.
A person, a person, lonely, not sad or happy, not worried or resentful,
The earthly world is full of dust, graceful and clean, stained with mud, shy and burning.
Peach blossoms fly away, charming and radiant, and even though the words are pretty, the petals are still true.
Flowers disappear, white clothes are better than snow, and laughter clears up confusion.
Negative acacia, dark dreams, trembling flowers, falling in love with Dong Jun alone.
Time, as always, stands at the end of youth and looks back along the corner of memory. I just feel that life is too hasty. Before the time comes, all the stories and plots have been rejected one after another, leaving only those sweet green plants in my mind, warm in the light and shadow.
Meeting the right person at the right time is a fairy tale, and meeting the wrong person at the right time is youth. I forgot where I saw this sentence, but I thought it was well said.
These years, we always don't ask the reality, don't ask why, just pure love, simple despair, let a tired heart bear the coming pain. Now think about it, we were so ridiculous that tears always fell down the corner of our eyes.
We all stubbornly think that we can stay with our sweetheart for a long time. We all stubbornly think that time can't break our friendship and our promise will eventually come true. But in the end, we found that we were all wrong. Young love is so far away. Some love, as early as the beginning, has written the ending. When we grow up desperately, we are one step closer to separation.
Some people really don't fit together. From the moment they were born, God arranged a road, a scene and a youth for everyone. This is a wonderful episode in this scene, which is beautiful because of regret.
I don't really dream of going home, but I hate being in a hurry. Time is like a speeding train, leaving an indelible mark of youth in the snow-white Jingjing campus.
Looking back suddenly, how many times I waited for a reply with my mobile phone, how many times I wandered around looking forward to opening a person's QQ space, how many times I was elated because someone's QQ signature changed, and how many times I turned around and burst into tears because of a familiar figure. Over the years, how much prosperity has become a stranger, and how much beauty is just a reflection in the water.
In those years, I don't know how much pure and sincere love was buried on campus. The boys tried their best to win the girl's heart. When girls go to school, they always pass by boys' windows and give them a loving look. What they see under the camphor tree is more of a pair of backs, as well as the posture of sitting on campus together every time. With the gentle breeze, the music flowing slowly is quiet and beautiful.
Time is like water, always silent. No matter how many delicate feelings are reduced to ashes in the years, reckless love can support everything in youth, but it can't resist the meager reality of adulthood.
We used to stubbornly believe that there was a lot of time and tomorrow was long, but when a tomorrow passed away, we found that the youth that we were proud of had already become the past. Youth is like a grand and beautiful fireworks, fragile and so easy to fade, no matter how gorgeous and exquisite, it is just a glimpse.
I'm afraid no one can tell what love is. I only know that the deeper I love, the more painful it hurts. Finally, one day, we grew up slowly under the baptism of pain. Those endless loves became distant dreams, as well as those longing and yearning for flowers, those hasty promises that flowed slowly in the long river of years, and then slowly returned to the new moon, and the ups and downs were staged in my mind in turn. We finally have the so-called past, and there are many stories to tell.
Youth, like a beautiful dream, is distorted by time and some people slowly fade out of our sight in the baptism of time. Some beautiful scenery begins to drift away and become a symbol in the depths of memory. Along the way, we are all wandering between farewell and meeting. The only constant is that life has been changing.
The warmth of first love, the bitterness of parting, and the tears left for love, like an old song that came in a hurry, gave me a sense of ceremony when I grew up. Maybe many years later, we will stand on a different stage and look at the impulse of youth from a brand-new perspective, thinking that what happened is just an episode on our growth path, which will make our youth better.
Life is like a journey that can only go forward and not backward. There is only one way for us to go. It's loneliness, it's memories. No one can stop this hurried time, it is only a moment of youth, and it will eventually drift away.
When autumn leaves take away yesterday with nothing, when the lonely wind stops. The dark wounds of Daoming were finally healed by time, and the rivers of memories ran aground in turn. Pushing open the door left unlocked by years, I wander on the edge of dreams and reality like light and shadow in a diagonal lattice.
Memories in the depths of time turn into clouds after rain. We miss the unfinished stories in the wind and the lingering in the clear fog. The rush of the floating world, the promise of eternal life, the silent picture, and finally have to use youth to pay homage.
In those years, the warmth of first love, like a beautiful picture of autumn, crossed the lingering wind and rain, but all the periods seemed to have gone away and stayed yesterday.