The years do not live, just like the ancients' perception of "the white horse passed through the gap, and it was all of a sudden", singing the ups and downs of life, joys and sorrows, and we comprehended the various states of life in the alternation of spring flowers and autumn moons.
The seasons are like a stream, just like the determination of "the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea and never returns" in Li Bai's poems, carrying the weight of history and the profundity of life, and comprehending the eternity and moments in the flow of time.
Once upon a time, we chased the fire of hope in the faint break of the morning light, and reminisced about the grandeur of yesterday in the afterglow of the sunset. The sweat beads of hard work and struggle shine brightly, and the moment when the sincere smile blooms is like a starry star.
Under the dance steps of the season, we dance, sow dreams in spring, grow enthusiastically in midsummer, embrace plump fruits in autumn, and wait for snowflakes to dance and fly in winter. A symphony of life, where every note carries the power of time.
The years are silent, but the soul has been weathered, from youth to maturity, and regret has created a unique brilliance. May for the rest of my life, happiness will shine like the sun, and every journey will be full of the warmth and light of love.
The years are like arrows, I hope you and I will be safe, laugh at the various states of life, and bravely face the stage of joys and sorrows. Turn the ordinary life into a full glass of poetry and wine, and you can calmly spend every morning and twilight leisurely.
"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. "The years do not live, the seasons are like flowing, let us go to a feast of life, may the rest of our lives be happy, and the passing years will be good."
Text丨Huang Chi Yumo
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