It’s really cold. The passing wind and frost of the years, the cold cold, fill the mountains and rivers, and are scattered in every corner of the world.
Times are slow, the seasons are changing unstoppable, how many flowers bloom and fall are blown away by the rain and wind, how many sunrises and sunsets, the beautiful scenery slips away quietly at the fingertips, and only the dancing fallen leaves are still savoring the green youth.
The helpless leaves dance with the wind, looking for their final destination, flowers bloom and fall in the season, hope, ideal, ending, some persistence and wandering, reflecting a profound artistic conception in the boundless world.
layers, the mottled wind does not know where fate will bring the fallen leaves. In the ethereal years, how many joys and sorrows, how many loves, hates, and separations, disappear in the depths of time.
Time is like that. No matter whether you love or not, you will move forward slowly with your unchanging pace. There will be no more affection. You will feel life in the coldness of the season. The old time blooms on the branches of time, and then witheres, life is heavy and quiet.
Times are peaceful and peaceful, and the world is safe. Time passes gradually without realizing it, and life is still experiencing wind and rain, full of dust and vicissitudes.
Walking in the years, there will always be too many regrets. Clouds rise and fall, and wherever clouds pass by, life can gradually be let go.
Life is like a tree of flowers blooming. After the splendor, another winter frost night has a kind of silence and desolation.
The days of early winter are quiet, the seasons change, feeling the years of aging, coming and going, facing the vicissitudes of life, slowly aging, and cultivating a peaceful heart.
On the road of life, time is like water, gradually filtering, moistening life, presenting a round and crystal beauty.
There is such a song, when I get old, I feel sleepy and drowsy, I take a nap by the fire, how many people have loved you when you are happy in youth, I love your beauty, false or sincere...
When I get old, there is a small courtyard, I quietly recall my youth, watch the clouds roll and unfold, and my life gradually slowly descends.
A cup of tea that is filled with fragrance, a soothing music, a book, cultivate one's own mind and feel at ease.
In the gradually changing time, warms the body and mind, lets yourself grow old slowly, life is no longer so rushed, enjoying flowers and planting grass, with poetry in your heart, and the fragrance is long-lasting.
When I get old, the days are light and the clouds are light, I don’t care about the changes of the seasons, life becomes simple, the misty rain and flowing years are filled with poetry, and the time at this time is filled with the pure fragrance of time.
People are old, find something they like, be restrained, and just gain the poetic tenderness of life from it.
I like it, fulfilled, in the coldness of time, let life be more energetic, and life can withstand the time of old age.
What life gives, just accept what you want. There are many self-adorned scenery in life. How many people have become passers-by in life? How many people have met again after a long time? In the end, things and people are not yesterday? Meeting is like this, separation is like this.
A piece of grass is floating, time drives people to grow old, and the love between the wind, moon, flowers and birds smile. Let’s get old when you get old. In these years of age, find some fun for the soul and make it rely on.
Time is like this, youth is like a dream, life is just a cycle of reincarnation. Life is more afraid of loneliness than death. No matter when, you must like something so that life will be full and full.
All life in the world will eventually return to ordinary. When life gradually grows old, we will eventually understand that the promise of eternity and ending is just a joke. There is nothing we can really grasp. Everyone’s life can only be written in the ending.
When you are old, no matter whether you are rich or poor, all fame, fortune and gains and losses are just passing clouds and smoke. A dream of the yellow beam is a lifetime. Life is like a mayfly, just between sunrise and sunset, coming like a spring dream, and going like a morning flower.
Flying snow is cold, walking through the four seasons, the cycle of life, the old rings still exist in the passing of the wind, swaying into a beautiful eternity. The ups and downs of life have all disappeared.
When you are old, you have learned to be calm and tolerant. Listen to the rhythm of life in silence, and face the blue white clouds when the dawn shines.
Life has passed halfway through without realizing it. I have seen too many entanglements of right and wrong, and experienced too many cold, cold, sad and happy things. I am more and more fond of quietness.
Another winter comes again. We understand that no matter how reluctant you are, the past is forever passed, just like the youth that will be remembered forever. Life will eventually return to peace.
Storm and rain, in the winter, everything is looking back. The vicissitudes of life have buried the loneliness of ancient and modern times. The prosperity is withering.
For the rest of my life, tell yourself not to care too much, be more open-minded in everything, let yourself have a peaceful heart, love yourself well, and live well.
