Current

The new year is always coming with calm steps. But why do I always feel that it is a naughty child, stealing the years without admitting, so that there is no 365 days in a year. The desk calendar on the desk was swiped to the last page. With the faint fragrance of wintersweet in the yard, the unhurried Bell on the wall and the cold wind blowing through the window, I have to admit that time has passed the lintel at the end of the year. Who says ageless? Those joys and tears have been engraved deep in my memory, maybe they have quietly grown in my heart, permeated into our cells, hidden and accumulated, waiting for the letter of time to unfold one day, then flowers are born slowly, giving people long memories. All experiences are meaningful, whether we are willing or not. Chances are always strong enough to make people unable to resist. Time can be ruthless. It takes away the loved ones. From then on, we can only embrace each other in dreams, which makes us cherish the present even more when we send each other with tears and eyes. Time can be warm, and the broken thoughts of parents lingering around our ears, children’s clear and bright eyes, or a long-lost letter sent from afar, are the longest companionship on our way forward; Time can be a healing song, listening, the past regrets and sentiments are faded away, and the energy is full enough to welcome the next beat of life; Time can also be a cup of thick black coffee, and we grind the pain and loss into pieces, drink them all, bitter from the mouth to the heart, but there are some aftertaste of incense, sweet, mellow, sour, so the spirit is refreshed again. With these experiences, the way of looking at things and thinking about problems is no longer the same as before. The gains and losses become more calm and the gains and losses become more flattered. The realm of life is from looking at mountains to water, to looking at mountains is not Mountains, to looking at water is not water, and finally to looking at mountains or mountains, to looking at water or water. Looking back on the road, the wind and rain baptism; Looking at the eyes, the spring is like yesterday. There is no need to stick to the gains and losses that have already passed and become fait accompli. Maybe I’m still regretting what I said on impulse, but the courage at that moment is rare and what I need is to face it more rationally; Maybe I’m still struggling with the hasty choice I made, but how many choices are perfect? The left hand wants to hold the prosperity, but finally it is just the light cloud and the light wind after the noise; The right hand wants to hold the time, and finally it is just the sand that is difficult to hold. Don’t blame yourself, don’t treat the present, don’t fall in love with the past. Yan Youyun, a celebrity of the Republic of China, said. This old lady, who is now over 100 years old, still lives gracefully. Every day in the past is for the present. Everything in the future comes from the present. Why not grasp the most real today! For me, it seems that grasping the present is nothing but something. For example, read a few good books and experience the profundity that cannot be obtained in reality; For example, go to a distant place and find another self in other places; Or stick to a hobby to make life full and lovely; or challenge a difficult project and marvel at the potential that you still have; Or love a person with your whole body, but pay without asking for return often gains unexpected happiness and new appearance, in the years that seem to go round and round, but it is hard to return, there must always be something meaningful, so as not to waste time. Stick to your original aspiration, be kind to the present, and look forward to tomorrow! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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