Deeper past, goodbye years

Time flies, life is short, rushing through a narrow tunnel, whitewashing, simply leaving, alternating faces, the only constant is memory. Deeper past events, farewell years, duckweed dispersal, lingering temperature of fallen flowers, yellowed first window, long-lost people, unforgettable things, the wind comes and goes, listening to the wind and counting the rain, only waiting for aftertaste.

The fate is fragrant, people come, people go, only the Tao is normal; When separation is inevitable, one after another, looking back and thinking about it, there are still many weak and cold components among them. If waiting is a kind of flower opening, the thoughts wandering between fallen flowers are folded, lightly buckled, caressed, and the yellow flowers are thin, and the fallen leaves are everywhere. Xu's fingers are too wide, time is too thin, they slip away, they are pursued, they are gone, the lights are dim, only fragments of memories are salvaged, and a complete ending cannot be spliced. Some people are always happy and others are worried.

Countless brush-offs, countless reviews, some songs, horses, some flowers, happiness. Life is like a play, in and out of the play, each one is performing brilliantly, and once in a strange way, when the flowers are fragrant, when it is silent, it also brings dust to Ceng Zui. We are all walkers running through the years, one in a hurry, one in a hurry, who is stranded and who is waiting? Who shines and who shines? Helpless, it is always short-lived, easy to live up to, and the most urgent thing to take is always the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Standing on the edge of the world, I want to look at my obsession and see through the time. It seems simple, but I also have a heart, which is displaced for my thoughts. Always thinking of being detached from others, being in a delicate corner, bumping over and over again, being unreasonable, being carefree and carefree, a bunch of pure sweetness, always being lightly mixed with bitterness. Think about it, life is like this, but it's also like this. I don't worry, hide the thoughts of fallen flowers one by one, turn them into mud, and smell the change of the next season.

Life, don't need too much sorting, just let it be, go, go; If it's time to stop, let it go. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, all kinds are in good condition and all kinds are beautiful. It is actually the most beautiful life if you can sing songs in all seasons at the right time. There is no eternal sun, no legend of not getting old, and there are only alternate and recurrent beauties. At that time, the light was deeper, and it was the most true comfort to turn around and say goodbye gracefully, give deep affection to the old days and give applause to the stage of the end!

Go, go, come, accept. Gathering and dispersing, coming and going, is a family, and the starting point of gathering is the beginning of separation. Pass by the four seasons amorous feelings, spring breeze years, eliminate thin cool, surplus water, gradually become calm and warm. Do not mourn, do not hurt; Think of it, miss it; Fall, then dissipate, all the way, dance lightly, look down.

Sitting outside the world, clearing the hustle and bustle, time to cook rain, years to cook tea, light a sun and moon, and give yourself to the past and tomorrow. Time slips away with numbers, and the annual ring is only a mark, but only the heart remains unchanged. Too many blunders have gone away. Whether you can wave smartly or not, you can enjoy your life.

Deeper in the past, in other years, smiling over the closed lintels again and again, simple and leisurely, with a deep confession, forgetting, moving with one's heart and walking at will, in the middle of blowing in the wind's time, profoundly a unique self!