Memories

At that time, when the light was on the back of the winter and after a long journey, when the spring breeze sent the warm blessing again, I was strolling on the path of memory, remembering the piece of sorrow that I had left... ...in the sunny afternoon, open the books in your hand, and the clear and elegant words are like a lively child jumping in front of your eyes. Sit down and savor the book called "Reminiscence" and unconsciously fall into meditation. Inadvertently standing in front of the mirror, looking at the old photos, compared with now, he is not the lively and lovely, innocent child in the eyes of his parents. This may be the passage of time! The passage of time makes you wonder what has changed. I understand that the years are ruthlessly passing, and people are quietly getting older as the years go by. This is a reality that no one can change. If the sky is old and ruthless, then people are like this, let alone people? Have you ever listened to the melody of time on a desk with a strong book fragrance; have you ever barefooted on the beach, and the strips that are bent back, but have streamlined footprints; I sat next to my mother and found that my mother’s two babies had silver hair? Are you... When you feel the rhythm of every second of time, you will find that the second hand moves from this second to that second. This is the disappearance of time! Will these insignificant passages cause you to think? Will the passage of time arouse the waves and incitement of your heart? A person sitting alone at the window, the breeze smashed, looked up at the blue sky, and savored the scene of "seeing the flowers in front of the court, looking at the clouds and clouds", only to find that this is a simple passage. I am so lucky, I saw this beautiful picture. Looking back on the past, now reversing and subtly savoring this picture. At this moment, I realized that the beauty of life is precisely because of these quiet and uninterrupted passages and colorful display in people's eyes. The years that have passed away are now a kind of beauty.

Second day: huishuangli