Morning and dusk and the four seasons, leaning on each other, like a loving couple, walking hand in hand for countless days and nights. The footsteps of winter are as light as the wind, gently passing by, like a passerby, quietly leaving. And the new season will begin to change again.
Accompanied by wind, frost, rain and snow, I savored the gains and losses of life and experienced the baptism of the years. I learned to cut through the complex, to move from naivety to maturity, and finally to blandness. It's like a tree that goes through the germination of spring, the flourishing of summer, the harvest of autumn, the withering of winter, and then rebirth in spring.
On a winter afternoon, the sun shines brightly, like a brocade embroidered with gold thread, and through the windows, the mottled spots of light are like a dream. My thoughts flew freely in the warm sun.
In the long river of years, we often sigh for the wasted time, but in the twilight of this time, we can still find that faint but firm light, which illuminates our way forward and fills our hearts with hope.
In this vast world, we are adrift, longing for the help of others and the support of relatives and friends. Just as a barren land is fertile by rain and dew, life is enriched and beautiful by the help of others and the support of relatives and friends.
Looking back on those long years, we have met all kinds of people who have woven countless stories with us. These stories teach us that every encounter in life is not an accident, but a gift of fate.
Sanmao once said: "Give yourself time, don't be anxious, take it step by step, one day at a time, please believe that the resilience of life is amazing, cooperate with your own upward heart, and don't give up your love for yourself." ”
We should love ourselves deeply. No longer fall into endless entanglements, no longer hesitate for trivial matters, no longer hesitate at the crossroads of life, and no longer complain about the injustice of fate. Such a state of mind may bring us unexpected surprises, like the first rays of spring sunshine, illuminating our way forward.
Open your heart and paint a splendid world with your hands. Let the warmth of the heart shine like the sun, heal the scars of the past, and let those beautiful memories guide us out of the confusion.
Over the course of time, I have slowly realized the deep meaning of life. In this world, only the ego can save itself. Life is like a blooming flower, blooming quietly, only indifferent, can be elegant and vulgar.
I crossed the mountains and mountains, passed through the warmth and coldness of the world, and experienced the baptism of time. The heart that was once barren is now like a dead tree in spring, full of vitality again.
In the long night, we were alone, silently walking through every dark corner. However, it is these endless nights that shape our resilient souls. Just as a seed is buried deep in the soil, waiting for spring to come, we have planted the seed of hope in our hearts, and it will always be vibrant and green as the years go by.
When the garden is full of spring, the seed of hope finally breaks through the soil and blooms into a poetic flower. It will not wither due to wind and rain, will not wither due to frost and snow, and that touch of green will always be alive in our hearts.
As a result, we have learned that although there are long dark nights in life, as long as there is light in our hearts, we can illuminate the way forward. And that greenery is a symbol of our inner tenacity and hope, allowing us to be indomitable in the wind and rain and always remain calm.