Time

The years were long, the monsoon brushed over and over again, and gradually the years dyed a wisp of white hair. The long needle of time turned around the end of the year, and there was another circle of annual rings. I never realized that time was in such a hurry, and I felt in, but I have been there for many years, time is like water, slowly flowing, quietly climbing up the brow, maybe inadvertently, eyebrows are white; Standing at the intersection of time, looking back at the road, sigh with emotion, time is like water, years is like a river. Memories of childhood, scenes like an old movie, are long-standing but intimate, time is like water, taking away some time, unknowingly close to the age, often tell her childhood stories, my daughter listened with relish but was confused. She didn’t understand all kinds of things in that era. Why did several stones play happily? Why are pancakes so sweet? How did those astringent potherb become delicious? Maybe only the people of our age can understand a lot of puzzles. This is not only a kind of memory, but also carries the age slowly. In the years, it has a long fragrance. When I was young, the yellow old photo was a sweet and warm childhood; When I was crying, in groups, with gray heads and faces, the mud monkey-like years came into the mud; When I was tired of playing, A splash jumped into the river, like a Loach, and disappeared; At night, a good partner held hands in the daytime, a pillow and a dream at night; Many memories were repeated again and again, bound into a book, freeze the innocent and carefree true feelings, let time be like water, but the heart is like a mirror! Silently watched the colorful spring passing through, saying goodbye to the colorful and butterfly dancing; Saying goodbye to the ignorant youth and the frivolous youth; Everything was like a flap of Flying Flowers, which was caught off guard and ended leisurely; the message of time came from the other shore, leaving a note of small order to pick up the memory you only left, dancing between ink fingers, you gently shallow, following the floating clouds of June, I am waiting for you in the sky, wait for time to stop, time to stop, Dance Time picture. Strolling in the corridor of time, time is like water, leaning down, the tip of the hair is warm with the marks you pass by, hands gathered up, but you slipped into the long river of time, the Palm remains, but the fallen leaves, A little chill goes straight to the bottom of my heart. How could there be a chilly breeze on May Day? You have gone and don’t want to stay. This unexpected ending, doubts and confusion gradually spread around, does the memory have to go with it, flowing into the time like water, flooding the long river of time? Many memories have been lost quietly in the smile of time. There are some fragmentary fragments, intermittent and vague moments of emotion; It is those themes that have passed through the years and repeated in one season; some of them passed between fingers, submerged in the long river, and there was no news. Looking back, people didn’t know where to go, and peach blossoms still laughed at the spring breeze. Time goes by, things are different, time is like water. In the world of mortals, who did a box of Spoony promise? Who is waiting late for one season? Who is wrong in the end of the world? In a flash, the beauty turned its fingers old and faded away the red makeup. After thinking about it, everything returned to its true nature, and the heart was still like water; After passing by in twists and turns, it faded away from flashy. Suddenly looking back, the peach blossom had been around, the mirror is not a stage, there is nothing, where to cause dust. In this water-like time, I gradually realized and returned to my true nature. Time is like water, my heart is like a mirror, let it be the thin bones of wind and sand fallen flowers, lonely flowers gone dim; Standing at the intersection of time, in fact, they are all passers-by, numerous mountains, just confused, walk over, only then did I find that those dreams which were so far away and so close had already fallen in a certain corner of time, and those memories were just memories. The recent love was always beside me; Like water and time, the heart was like a mirror, comprehend the pages of time and understand the context of time. Everything is in the heart of meditation! Time is like water, time is like a river, everything goes with the wind, everything goes with the fate, I have seen thousands of scenery lightly, looking back lightly, light is like a cloud, light is like a wind, and returning time is like a mirror! Luomei snow dance origional qq167814860 like (prose editor: Ke Er) spring snow elimination

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