Time is like water, quietly flowing in the long river of years. It is unhurried and leisurely, as if telling the story of life. Every sunrise and sunset is the footsteps of time, it is silent, but it has left a deep imprint.
The days are like poetry, and the true meaning of life is revealed in the ordinary. Whether it is the curling smoke in the morning or the dim lights at night, it makes people feel the smell of fireworks in the world. In this bustling world, the power of gentleness is so powerful, it makes people warm and dispels the cold.
The sky of fate, sometimes clear, sometimes hazy. In a thought, it may be a shallow liking, or it may be a deep love. But no matter what, the world has become so beautiful because of love. Flowers and wind are the most beautiful encounters in nature. Flowers love the wind, but the wind blows off the flowers that follow the wind, which is a kind of helplessness and a kind of fate.
This world sometimes makes people feel lost and confused. Who and who is the most coincidental arrangement? Perhaps, all this is the best arrangement. Encounters are not necessarily fateful, and fate is not necessarily together, but it is these imperfections that make our lives colorful.
Cherish every moment, be grateful for every encounter, let time continue to move forward slowly, and make the days as beautiful as poetry.