The morning and evening change, the years are twilight, and it is the end of the year. Looking back, I was the childish, innocent girl, like the dew in the morning light, crystal clear.
Now I am on the waves of the earthly world, like an anvil in a fire, smelted and hammered. In the midst of this complex human fireworks, I have learned to be tenacious and mature, but the original heart is still as bright as ever, guiding me forward.
Fate, sometimes like a falling star, shimmers poignantly and desolate in the endless darkness. Once, you were like the sky, high-spirited, willful, and galloping like a storm. At that time, your smile was as bright as the sun, illuminating the world around you.
However, when fate no longer favors you and no longer allows you to be unscrupulous, your heart begins to harden and your smile begins to fade. The dreams of those youths are like dust blown away by the wind, which can never be recreated. Since then, you have sealed that innocence and buried it deep in your heart, leaving only a touch of sorrow and endless emotion.
I like to walk on a lonely journey, enjoying the silence and depth. Whenever I see a beautiful **, I will immerse myself in it and feel the incomparable beauty.
On all kinds of paper, I use pen and ink to outline the artistic conception in my heart, although it is not formed, but it is full of agility and charm. In this way, year after year, I carefully cared for that long-sealed dream in the world of words, allowing it to take root in my heart and bloom with brilliant brilliance.
In the long river of time, I waited for the seal, waiting for the moment when it was opened. Ten years, twenty years......How many more times can I have like this?The bright moon is long, belated, but the wind blows gently with deep longing. Since then, the pen in my hand can no longer describe the words and phrases among the flowers.
Finally, the seal was opened, and I spent my life waiting. However, what is hidden in it is only a short-lived pearl hibiscus. Under the baptism of time, they have long lost their former splendor, leaving only a faint sadness and helplessness.
However, I don't regret it. Because I know that those waiting, those lovesickness, have become an indispensable treasure in my life. Even if there is only a pearl hibiscus, I am willing to wait for this faint sorrow until the bright moon comes again, until the wind blows again.
In the journey of life, I stumbled to the age of no confusion. My dreams have turned into cocoons, wrapped in the flexibility of the years, and my obsession has gradually been relieved by the washing of time. Occasionally, I look back on the past and inevitably feel a touch of sadness.
I've long been accustomed to talking to myself in small print, as if I'm boating alone on a quiet lake. I immersed myself in my dreams, dissipating the loss and helplessness of the past, like slowly melting a piece of cold sugar in the warm sun. Little by little, I comprehended, and my persistent thoughts and inner confusion were boiled into my own wisdom and insight in the fireworks of life.
This year, I didn't long for much, I just wanted to have that comfort. Yet, Heaven seems to have heard my prayer and blessed me with its generosity. Every day is picturesque, and I don't have to worry about when the flowers are dying and where the leaves are going to end. Whether it's the frost or the cold rain wetting the corners of my clothes, I don't feel fear or worry.
It's like a tree rooted in the soil, standing firm despite the wind and rain. My heart is also in this comfortable nourishment, becoming richer and richer, gradually precipitating, like a slowly unfolding landscape painting. I know that this comfort is not eternal, but it gives me the strength and courage to move more firmly towards my goals in the days to come. List of high-quality authors