The faded green onion may grow into a smile, or wrinkle, or vicissitudes, or self. The time that can't go back, the yesterday that can't go back, the future is the most surprising. With a beautiful flower blooming, you can watch the morning and evening, sunrise and sunset with a smile. If it is too late, say hello to everyone! If you have time, use your own hands to pick up the memories scattered in the wind!
It is said that rainy days are the best way to miss. I said there is rain in my eyes or not. I have thoughts in my heart, and I have memories for 365 days. The enthusiasm is full of wind, rain, and sunshine, so tenderness is like water. Those who care about you will not be willing to leave, and those who value you will not be willing to lose your news. All the truth is turned into the warm current of life, into a part of the free breathing in the blood, empathizing with the fleeting years and self.
Life is very long, as long as a lifetime. Life is short, as short as a dream. The sorrows and joys hidden in the heart are deep and long, and they have become the shadow of life. Who is born in the memory? Who is old in the memory? They are all remembered in an unforgettable way. I don't ask if the wind and rain will come tonight, whether it is accidental or accidental, with the ups and downs of life, impacting the joys and sorrows of life.
Unfortunately, it is complete. Cry and smile. The expressions of life may be the same or varied. The only heart that can't be fulfilled is to close a window in the loss and open a door in the light. I don't want to be a subsidiary of anyone, but just a strong embodiment of myself. Raise your hands to touch, touch can move your own tenderness, touch the unusual or clusters of thorns in life.
Many dreams have been disintegrated and torn apart, and many people are drifting away by the passage of time. Time always transfers ideals and reality in an unpredictable way. Maybe be scorned,It may be spurred, or forgotten, none of these matters. With the wind, with the rain, and with the last dawn, the alleyway where life is gradually hidden, no one can shake that sincerity and enthusiasm.
Compose a song of life with heart, love and enthusiasm. Those in the past, those hearts and minds, chant the hurried reincarnation. A song has a long aftertaste, a song with mixed feelings, I am singing, singing is in my dreams, I don’t ask about spring, summer, autumn and winter, I don’t ask about the ending, I feel the meaning of life and life in more gains and losses. the value of.
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