The clouds danced, gently stepping on the song on the way home, and the worries turned into clouds of smoke, overflowing with joy. In the moment of silence, the thoughts gradually became clearer, and the former distress and confusion disappeared into the endless river of time like spring.
At this moment, my heart is like a pool of spring water, undisturbed. It was as if I had witnessed a bleak picture, but in this silence, a different kind of emotion sprouted. It is an endless feeling for the past, an ardent anticipation for the days to come, and an incomparable appreciation for the present life.
Listen, the desolate voice rings in my ears, as if telling a different story. Between the sighs, the emotion of things and people came to my heart, but in the end it turned into a sigh.
In fact, there are some things in the world that are like this flowing cloud, unpredictable and unavoidable. But as long as there is sunshine and hope in the heart, you can find your own way back in this uncertain world.
The years that have passed away like this, the beautiful flowers have bloomed, always withered in the traceless story, the wind has ripples, the shadow is not left, and the dream does not know when to returnThe guest is puzzled, it is better to listen to the breeze on both sleeves.
Whose feelings quietly bloomed on the pen end of the years, drawing the most moving dream under the starry night?The past is like smoke, dancing gently in the tender fireworks, constantly outlining the outline of the years. The falling flowers are silent, gently drifting away with the wind, and the traces of the old days are gradually drifting away in the long river of time.
However, in my heart, the warm replay of that life has always been the same. Those beautiful moments that bloom in life are like brilliant flowers that will never wither. They took root in my heart and bloomed with endless beauty and warmth. No matter when and where, the beauty of those memories always accompanies me and becomes the most beautiful scenery in my life's journey.
The falling flowers are silent, and the years are like water, gently gliding over the fingertips. Those imprints of the past, no matter how colorful I use to depict them, will not be able to leave traces in my heart after all. Like those most beautiful moments, no matter how hard I try to pursue them, I can't engrave them in the depths of my memory.
Outside of the sad colors, the silhouettes danced, and the dark fragrance flowed like wine. Flowers bloom and wither, but disappear into thin air without a trace. Bitter memories often talk to the loneliness in my heart, the long earthly twilight, and the empty thoughts are like endless dreams. A few lingering sorrows were added to the window, and I wrote down my questions, lamenting that this was just a drama of life.
Laughing all over the sky, looking for the vastness of the sky, and comprehending in the hesitant thoughts, how time engraves such sadness. The trajectory of the years, like the dancing of fallen leaves, the gentle traces are diffused in the distance, a glass of bitter wine condensed by the past, mixed with the sweetness and bitterness of aging, taste this intoxicating charm, just to ferry the years that have passed.
The years of burning passion linger in the dreams of the long night. That year, the time shone like a bright star, and that period of youth disappeared like flowing water without a trace. The people and events in the memories have been scattered with the passing years and can never be recreated. We can only ferry, in the long river of years, ferrying that leaf boat, towards the unknown distance.
I gently rocked the boat and let it drift away in the untraceable years. Falling flowers are like the prosperity of life, quietly withering in the long river of time, leaving only a faint fragrance and traces of flowing water. The years are like a ruthless knife, carving traces on our bodies, from youth to white temples, we are gradually aging in this circulating time.
Memories are like a string of beads, connecting our past and future, but they are also slowly blurred in the long river of time until they disappear without a trace. Everything we ever had, whether it was joy or pain, will be taken away by time, leaving only those warm moments in our memories.
Smoke and waves, falling flowers and thanks, there are too many helplessness and sighs in this passing year. We can't stop the passage of time, but we can cherish every moment and let them leave a deep imprint on our hearts.
We often roam in our dreams, longing to leave our footprints at the ends of the earth and spend quality time with the endless sunset. However, we don't realize that in those passing years, when we suddenly look back, we find that only the last petals have withered and the image has dissipated. Get in touch with nature