From morning to dusk, the day was tiring. From body to mind, there is no describable exhaustion. Every form and mentality of making a living is not easy. Everyone is constantly tossing and turning, and they are busy.
Time is like water, and a day is long. Shake off the dust of running, come lightly tomorrow, and leave in a hurry today. Everything is like a flick of a finger, and a person's life is all sudden. Life is short, things don't go well everywhere, anger, quarrels, grievances, crying, day after day. Everything is not satisfactory today, no matter how sad you are, it is time to turn the page.
I like a passage from Rabindranath Tagore: "One night I burned all my memories, and from then on my dreams were transparent; One morning, I threw away all my yesterday, and since then my steps have been light. "Morning and twilight, busy. The sunrise is the hope, and the sunset is the thought. In the trivial and complicated area of chicken feathers, elegantly pick them up and make a feather duster, use it to sweep and pat off the dust and unbearable on the body, and continue to move forward. Don't fill life with regret, don't fill life with boredom, and don't welcome it with decadence. In the tossing and turning, organize the past, create a new self, and live an open-minded life.
May all that is lost be returned in another way. Slipping away to the end of the year before you know it. Every season deserves to be owned, and every day deserves to be cherished. Morning and dusk are days, and every morning is embraced with warmth; Rushing around is life, and working hard in your own time. If the heart is not hurt, the years are unharmed. Time is worth it, and the future can be expected.