Drink with time, and the years are silent.
Flowing in the cup, traces of time.
Every drop contains the story of the past, precipitating the past, like a spring washing away the dust, allowing the soul to return to the original tranquility.
Those laughter and tears have turned into treasures in the heart at this moment, and the stars of tomorrow are the expectations of the future, and the seeds of hope take root and sprout in the heart.
Let us look forward to, look forward to the sea of stars, illuminate the way forward, guide us forward, the years are silent, but time is lovely, it witnesses our growth, accompanies us through the four seasons, let us drink with time, cherish every moment, look forward to tomorrow's stars, look forward to a better self.
Listen to the long years, in the melodious time, I gently tell, the traces still exist, the river of time, carrying the joy and sorrow of the past, whispering in the wind, gently falling on the fingertips.
Every leaf carries a story, and with the gentle blowing of the wind, it seems to be telling, and every scenery is silently witnessing that everything that was once so beautiful.
The story is written, the deep love still leaves traces in the heart, the emotion of this moment, the emotion of this moment, just like the newborn sunrise, illuminates the depths of the soul.
Whether it is mountains, rivers and earth, or wind, rain, frost and snow, they all exist in their own ways, silently.
But in the place where the pen is written, leaving traces of affection, time keeps flowing, we continue to grow, leaving those emotions and thoughts that have been precipitated by the years.
When the years are long and you listen quietly, you will find that the deep love is still left in your heart