Life like floating duckweed, without foundation and roots, like wind, like clouds, coming like spring dreams, going like morning flowers, night rain in Bashan, no return date.
A faint sadness stretches memories, bitterness, sourness, like dreams and illusions, lingering around me.
As we walked, we turned around inadvertently. Yesterday's time no longer reappeared, only the trivial and miserable life in front of us, and the soul has been tempered into steel.
All the warmth in life has transformed into the light of the road ahead, illuminating my way home.
A life like a top, after going around in circles, I realized everything, and it was like a passing cloud. Looking back on my hometown, my face changed.
That mountain-like person is so weak now, and I am no longer a boy in the past, everything will eventually become forever that I can't go back to.
No matter what, there is something left in my heart. Those gentle words and sincere actions have made me no longer lonely in this world. I always believe that one day we will meet again.
Although spring comes and goes, spring goes and spring comes, it is all natural laws, but as the years pass, too much is nothing, so much helplessness, even though I know that time makes people grow old, I still can't help but feel sad and cry silently.
Even though life is impermanent and life goes against the journey, I still fly against the wind.
We said we should be strong, but behind the strong, who saw the wounded pain, and who saw the tears flowing in the middle of the night.
I don’t know where the wind that blows through me will go, and maybe it itself doesn’t know where it is its destination.
The time flowing through the fingertips inadvertently changes the boy's appearance, and can never go back to the past, the wild dreams that were once gone, are now everywhere.
Life is tenacious. He knows how to be strong and accept. Acceptance will never be seen again. He insists on the immortal ideal in his heart.
The turbulent youth has passed, and the road ahead is still extending forward. Whether it is encountering or separation, it is an indispensable journey in life and has its meaning.
Live in the present, the only thing you can do at the moment is to examine your heart carefully and take every step steadily.
Memories are frequent visitors to thoughts, because they connect the journey of our lives, just like a glass of old wine, the longer it becomes, the more fragrant it becomes, and it makes people feel juicy.
The stream is gurgling, the wind passes by sound, and the thoughts are long and distant. This gentle time, a song of separation is gently sing.
Over the years, so many joys and sorrows, so many love, hate, and love have gone away with the wind. The front is still confused, but still have infinite desire for dreams in my heart.
Life may be like this, constantly transforming, maturing, and then washing out the light of hope.
Life has more interest and more upward power because of hope.
From now on, be an elegant and indifferent person. No matter how time is connected, the past and the future, but I know that the light of hope in my heart will not be extinguished, and the future will have infinite possibilities.
