Life, this voluminous book, every page is full of stories and memories of the years. It is like the ebb and flow of the sea, sometimes turbulent, sometimes still like the water, just like the galaxy in the sky, a little starlight, depicting the trajectory of our life. Life is not only the beginning of the story, but also the end of the memory. In the long river of life, each of us is a writer who has worked tirelessly, and each of us has written our own chapters.
We all understand that there is no perfect person in this world, and there is no perfect life. Everyone is like a book, each with their own stories of joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. We are all unique beings in this universe, with our own colors and temperatures. Perhaps, our lives are not perfect, but it is these imperfections that make our stories more colorful.
Let us learn to cherish, cherish the brilliance of every sunrise and the afterglow of sunset, and cherish everyone we meet you in our lives. Cherish the moments that make us laugh and cry, because these moments make up our lives. And complaining will only make our hearts heavy and our world into gloom. So, let's complain less and be more grateful and accepting.
May you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty and being able to see the beauty of this world. May your heart be filled with scenery, and no matter how the years go by, you can maintain that tranquility and calmness. There are many rights and wrongs in the world, I hope you can have a heart like a mirror and not be stained by dust.
In this long journey of life, may you enjoy the scenery and write stories along the way. Let every page be sprinkled with sunshine and hope, and make every memory picturesque. In the long river of years, may your book of life shine brightly and become that never-fading masterpiece.