It's like the smoke from the kitchen is scattered in the sky, like the memory carried by the earthen kang, like growing up and getting older is just a moment.
The snow is chaotic in the world, entangled with the time of running, aging the town, staining the temples, a certain corner of the heart is still a little childish, but it is completely awakened by the discarded calendar .
comforted the snowman in front of the door again, gently touching the slightly cold body, silently, it looked at me, but did not tell me that light makeup could not hide the aging.
The passage of time is the most helpless thing. The old year is lost and a new year meets. Gains and losses are repeated, and too many impermanent years have been accumulated.
The memories are vague, and the old dreams are beautiful. I don’t know since when, the New Year is no longer a red joy, but mixed with some sadness of getting older.
The old mirror can no longer reflect the poetic smile of youth. The new calendar urges us to abandon the past. The time that never refuses to stop and the longing for it are all gone. On the last page of
's diary, I couldn't find the mood suitable for writing, so I could only hesitate and let the falling snow erase the traces of the old years.
Outing on the road in spring, listening to the rain under the eaves in summer, admiring the moon among flowers in autumn, all become stories of nostalgia in winter accompanied by the fragrance of tea. Page after page, paragraph by paragraph, there is joy and sadness.
What if the years have changed? I still have a soft spot for a simple and quiet life.
Tea buds bloom in the boiling water, and the fragrance lingers in the new year. Calm after being exposed to vicissitudes of life, occasionally there will be an impulse to make a desperate move for love and dreams, but under the overflow of reason, it will be fleeting like fireworks.
The wind blew the snow, startling the silence in the cup, and the flowers sank silently at the bottom of the cup, maintaining a distant distance from the world.
Every time at the beginning of a new year, I want to be reborn, but looking back in the midst of busyness and struggle, I still see a life of inaction and being cursed by mediocrity.
I no longer make a wish list for the new year. Let everything take its course. Why bother to cling to obsessions and accumulate more regrets.
Light makeup can no longer hide the kiss marks of time. Growing old is just a blink of an eye. My only wish this year is to have my own love in my free time and create happiness in my life.
Lost people, forgotten stories, lost time, that's it! Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers fade and bloom. No one will stay in one place forever, because different lives have different trajectories.
The yellowing is the past, and we still have the future scenery.
has been confused for three years, and the world has changed into a different look. Perhaps, we can look forward to this year's long vacation, the magnificence of the plateau desert, the elegance of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the vastness of the blue sea, and the beauty of the towering mountains...
At the moment, I still have a cup of coarse tea, a leisurely book, and occasionally write down some moods. The years are gradually going away in such repetition, the snow stains my temples, and another year passes quietly.
As I get older, I can’t help but reminisce and complain at the same time. Fortunately, although my body is a little troubled, my mood is fine. After sighing, my life is as usual.
The snow outside the window fell one layer after another, and the fragrant tea on the table was refilled one cup after another.
Time is really a strange thing. It seems that every day is similar, but when I look back at the memories, it is completely different. When I look through the diary, it is full of traces of time, but I can't find any evidence of the beginning of change.
It’s just a long snowy street, new makeup and new clothes, while the childishness is still there, enjoy the relatively free days and the life you still have...
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