Time

Sometimes I also feel that the hurried time will take something away, just like taking away the silt from the river. I can see nothing at the end of the long river, and I don’t know whether the silt has sunk to the bottom, still wandering, or maybe mixed with water mist sublimated. How far can the destination of sediment be? What can be seen in the muddy sand is the bottom of the river or the shore, but not many people want to sink or run aground, so do we, what you see is the nearby bottom of the river or the bank of the river. The ocean is not clear about the distance in the future! As for the stranded silt, the burden is too heavy, and there is no expectation of swimming in the sea. I can’t see clearly what time can tell us. I have never understood, but I don’t care, time, reality, test, I am idealism, because I don’t want to cry out even in the quietest heart in a noisy place. Power is only the ideal, because only the heart can borrow power from the thin reality. Too many things are meaningless, so we have to pursue and do them. Since we are not willing, why do we feel bored? If we are unhappy about doing what we like, why do we like it! Time makes people old, while reluctant behaviors and misery against one’s will make people mature. We are called helpless and real like sand cutting in the river of time, just like sediment, it is our own muddy time, which makes us unable to see the front and the future. Moreover, because of the hurried flow of the river, we even have no time to see ourselves clearly, it is too late to recognize the direction, so we drift with the flow, or we may have struggled, and we can’t arouse any spray all the time. After all, we are just dust ,,,, but even if time pushes us to grow old, I still hope that I can be idealistic and naive, idealistic and young, and I don’t have to struggle and have no choice. Since I can’t catch it, I will drift with the comfort, the unknown future and the vague past, finally, it gently dissolves in time and in unknown dreams. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…