Author: Xin Yue Lan Yan.
This year, there were gains and losses, which made me mature a lot. Some things, no longer too persistent, let go of some of the past, learn to grow themselves, self-redemption.
This year, written to the years, written to the people who care, may time be gentle to us, send away the fatigue and troubles of this year.
A reluctance, a wish, may you be happy and safe. The years are like poems, melodious sentences, precipitated in the long river of time, leaving our beautiful imprint.
The years are quiet, the present world is stable, may you be able to truly live your best self and find your own peace and harmony.
Time is fleeting, years linger, recalling the past, years are like songs, songs are like dreams; Looking back, the past is heavy, and in my heart, there is a kind of remembrance, called experience, everything I have experienced, which makes me who I am now.
The years that have passed, whether happy or sad, are all gone. Don't be alarmed, quietly watch every sunrise and sunset, listen to the murmur of the years, and feel the quiet beauty of the years.
In the journey of life, thank the noble people you have met, give yourself guidance, and let yourself suddenly open up.
Some roads are destined to be walked alone, grateful to have known each other, tempered by the years, and have a deeper understanding of life, with a deep calm of still water, to accommodate the warmth and coldness of the world.
This year, summarize the experience, write down the wishes for life, and look forward to the new year. The people I care about, may you smile and make your wishes come true.
Looking back, how much of the past has not been well recalled, and it has become a story.
Time is like water, and time is like a knife, making the nicks of memory more and more obvious. Whenever I pass by a familiar place, I always think of some people and things.
After a long time, I gradually understood, the years can not be seen or touched, just when you don't pay attention, it has quietly passed by you, so we must cherish the years, cherish the years, and don't look back on the time, because of the years and regret.
Time is a poem, experiencing wind and rain, tasting bitterness. We feel the rush of the years, but also grateful for the gift of the years.
The people I care about are the warmth of my life and the driving force for me to move forward. May we always maintain that innocence and kindness throughout the years.
Concern is a wordless promise and a deep attachment. No matter when and where, I will put you in the softest place in my heart, and accompany you through every spring, summer, autumn and winter with my blessings. May we all become stronger and more determined in the baptism of the years.
This year, write to the years, write to the people who care, your existence makes my life more colorful, I wish you happiness and health, and may your every dream be reflected into reality.
Concern is a kind of spiritual maintenance, and concern is a rich longing. I put all my worries in a blessing, I hope you are still thousands of mountains and snow begonias, not disturbed by the years and carefree.