The more I grow up, the more emotional, time is like a slowly flowing river, inexorably involving all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows into its deep embrace. Each of us is a drop of water in this river, drifting with the current, either clear or turbid, but never escaping the palm of time. In this long passage, our laughter and tears are intertwined into a broken melody that echoes in the corridors of the years, and the aftermath is endless.
I've seen moments like that, when the sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, dappled on the old keys, and every stroke seems to tell an old and sad story. It was a gift from time, a sadness that was so heavy that it was breathless. We can't resist it, we can only accept it quietly, keep it deep in our hearts, and let it become an indispensable part of our lives.
I've seen spring flowers bloom, swaying in the wind and smiling brightest. However, those beautiful petals will eventually fall one by one, just like our youth, and no matter how hard we try to grasp it, it will always slip silently through our fingers. All that was left was the fallen flowers in that place, lying there quietly, as if telling stories of time and sorrow.
I've also heard the sound of falling leaves on autumn nights. They swirl in the wind and end up landing on the icy ground. What a sad song it is, and they seem to tell us how short life is and how cruel time is. We can't escape it, we can only listen silently, and let that voice be engraved deep in our hearts.
In this world, there is too much sadness and helplessness, and they are like invisible nets that bind us tightly. We struggled, we cried, but we couldn't escape. Time passes like this, minute by minute, and it does not stop because of our pain, nor does it accelerate because of our happiness. It's always so calm, so cold, as if nothing has anything to do with it.
However, even if time has given us nothing but endless sorrow, we should not give up hope. Because in this long journey, there will always be some warm moments, they are like beams of light, illuminating our way forward. Those moments may be a smile, a hug, or a word of encouragement. They are short-lived, but they are enough to make us feel warm and empowered.
Our lives are filled with a wide variety of colors, from happy yellow, sad blue, calm green, and angry red. These colors are intertwined to form a complex and brilliant picture. We can't choose one color to define our lives, because every color has its own meaning to exist. It is the alternation and transformation of these colors that make our lives so colorful.
In the long river of time, we human beings are so small, but so great. We feel life in our own way, to experience the passage of time. We find strength in grief and hope in joy. We are constantly moving forward, constantly exploring, and constantly growing. Even if the road ahead is full of unknowns and difficulties, we will not give up easily.
Although time has given us endless sorrow, it has also given us hope and strength. As long as we face it bravely and walk strongly, one day, we will see the brilliant dawn and feel the warm sunshine. At that time, all the sorrow will be a thing of the past, and all the pain will be turned into a memory. And we will continue to move forward with the imprint of time and deduce our own wonderful chapter on the stage of life.