On the street corner of the years, the wind suddenly blew. The prosperity of the past, like scattered leaves, is swept up by the wind and blows far away. On this road of fallen leaves, people are busy, as if they are chasing something. And some people have unexpectedly gone through the morning and twilight, waiting for the precipitation of time.
Stroll through the corridor of time and feel the passage of time. Every moment is like a shot from a movie, full of vivid plots and vivid colors. And they are the protagonists of these scenes, interpreting the joys and sorrows of life in their own way.
The years are like a picture, and everyone is a stroke in the painting. They have left their mark in the long river of time and witnessed the passage of time. And those who have walked through the morning and dusk have left the most beautiful scenery in this picture.
As winter deepens, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually disappears, leaving only a little residual fragrance. In the alternation of yesterday and today, countless moments are like clouds of smoke, and the colors gradually fade, making people too late to sigh and unable to sigh. Like the traces of the gentle passage of time, these moments pass quietly, leaving only deep nostalgia and endless regret.
The prosperity of the past is like a spring flower, blooming in people's hearts, but now only a piece is left withering. At night in the city, the lights are dim, and the silent streets seem to silently tell the excitement of the past and the loneliness of the present. The once bustling crowds have now become sparse, and the buildings that were once brightly lit are now dim.
The cold wind howled, blowing away the residual warmth of the city and the enthusiasm in people's hearts. In this cold season, people start looking for warm corners and look forward to the arrival of spring. And those forgotten corners have also begun to quietly brew new life and hope.
Although the city has lost its hustle and bustle, its charm has not disappeared. In this silent season, we can hear our inner voice more clearly and feel the rhythm of life. Those forgotten corners and those inconspicuous details may be the starting point for us to find warmth and hope.
I love those sunny and quiet corners, where people smile quietly, like the warm breeze of spring, gently blowing through my heart. I also like to think silently on the way through the snow, like snowflakes in winter, quietly blooming in the bottom of my heart.
In the four seasons that have passed, some people appreciate the spring flowers, listen to the sound of summer rain, some people look far away from the window, gaze at the autumn leaves, and some people send a volume of deep thoughts in the long river of years, looking forward to meeting you.
In those days and nights that have passed, life is like a trivial bead of a place, scattered on every inch of land under our feet, and the days are like a complex ball of threads, tangled together, making it impossible to sort out. Not every journey is accompanied by bright sunshine, and not every season is drizzle, breezy and warm.
Like a tireless ship, sailing in the vast sea, experiencing ups and downs, but always firmly moving towards the other side of the distance. No matter how many difficulties and challenges lie ahead, we must move forward with determination, because only in this way can we finally reach the other side and realize our dreams and goals.
The years are like silent thoughts, passing quietly, like a leaf swaying in the wind, gently leaving a deep imprint in the flow of time. We look forward to the future journey, less running and tired, more laughter, so that the years in the company of the warm sun, leave good memories. Quality Author Certification Recruitment