Years

Time flies ceaselessly, and many encounters have gradually gone away. I have met a person in the vast sea of people for countless times, but there is no reason to strike up a conversation with each other. I can only wait and see from afar. Perhaps, the chances in this life have already been doomed, but I just don’t know how to interpret them. Abandoned a river of misty rain, empty but full of flying floc. Standing on the other side of the fleeting time, my thoughts flowed silently like smoke and fog in the long river of time. Those trivial things falling in the time, the sadness that could not be grasped in memory, in the midnight, crushed the full sorrow. Pushing away the past which was blown by the wind layer by layer, and turning over the fragrance in my memory, those scenery like songs jumped from time to time in the long-scarred rhombus glasses, which inadvertently reflected all kinds of yesterday. I have been looking for the moment of my heart, but I only found the silence of the fireworks curtain call. Those moments stay in the bottom of my heart, and when I can reach them, the pain has already become pain. I don’t know how many reincarnation I have traveled from night to dawn. The mottled of time flies with the world of mortals, and the continuous thoughts are filled with sadness, keeping the fragrance of time quietly, letting the time go further and further, crushing those magnificent fragments and turning the dim heart into a song, singing the smoke and clouds of the past, lingering and flowing into thin sadness, wandering in the ferry of the fleeting years, with continuous silence. After waking up from a dream, I have to accept you and I are already strangers in the world of mortals. Every day in life is like Rouge, thick and light, and when you are alone in a tall building, people are far away from thousands of mountains. People are like mountains far away, green eyebrows are like black, and later on, the clothes are cold, sweeping the dust. The track of time and the footprints of fireworks finally ended in the ending of the story. The fragments of memory can no longer be pieced together with the nostalgia of the previous life. Time flies like a shuttle, life is like a play, and stories are like songs. My mind is like a dot, which is a circle you can’t see. Time, fleeting time, time, pure white peace, forget, become the past; Forget, become deep memory. Time flows, ups and downs, the hourglass of time deposits how many fate to dance to our heart. We live hard in the folds of life, say goodbye to yesterday’s pain, drink a cup of light tea, aftertaste, with a mature sigh of emotion, the cold went away, and Nie Yu became a butterfly. Along the way, I am grateful and have memories. But there was no extra deep feeling any more, and a drop of tears fell down for the past. There is no trace of time, time is like waves washing sand, how many past events are ups and downs, how many memories are obsessed, and finally they can’t compete with each other for a lifetime wandering on paper. Now you and me are always strangers. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…