In the afternoon, the sun shone on the ground through the leaves, and a gust of wind blew, and the lanterns under the porch swayed gently. Sitting in the courtyard, away from the hustle and bustle, leaning against the back of the chair, the cat lies on his knees, squinting his eyes, enjoying the warm sunshine, the warm breath rushes on his skin, as intoxicating as drinking mellow wine, time passes slowly, and sits silently.
The fallen leaves in the yard are everywhere and can never be swept away. After all, winter has entered, and the colorful autumn has become scattered. red leaves is still there but it is not the most beautiful period. The golden ginkgo leaves are also falling, ready to welcome the arrival of winter in the true sense at any time.
The room is warm, warm and bright, and when you have nothing to do, you brew a pot of tea, re-turn the song you loved to listen to in the past, play it several times, and as the familiar melody sounds, you look back at the past, and clearly appear in front of you, pursuing the past in the music...Murran only found that many past events were left at the end of the dim lights.
Although I often mention the past, I will say that the future is long, I will say that the good things are fine, and I will say that I am silent and happy. However, the years are getting older day by day, and those expectations that can only live in imagination and luxury, and those things that you hope to stay are not much left after the baptism of years.
In the long river of time, it seems that slowly, I have adapted to the life of living alone.
In the calm days, looking at the place where there is thought, walking for half a lifetime, I often miss my hometown in the distance, and my old friends with homes. The memories of my hometown are always far away, so far that I can only dream of my hometown storing those childhood memories, and gradually fading away the color of my past over the years.
Years will not let anyone go. As time goes by, the gray hair is born. We are no longer young, our age continues to increase, and people have become more vicissitudes. We have carefully counted the past, experienced sorrows and joys, realized the impermanence of life, drank all the vicissitudes of the world, let the joys and sorrows be silent, and let all thoughts be gentle.
Pick up a ray of warm sunshine and gently the early winter time. Sitting in the depths of the world, glossing the dullness of time, treating yourself who is getting older, this time, please cherish it even more.
