When you quietly succumb to an emotion of selflessness, you often ignore the existence of time, you will forget your birth and your death – you only hear the heartbeat of “Pēng pēng” For a long time, you look up, you see, the shade of the sun has moved another inch, and the young leaves of the tree have grown a bit longer. This is the time. Time has been stretched by your silence, and many of the time will be lost in a dream.
It is these bits and pieces, the insignificant time, that constitutes our lives. You see – as a child, I hope that time will pass away, I can’t wait for time to reproduce a pair of wings, flying with my own ideals. The young, the soft warmth of the parents and elders makes you look forward to the moment of solidification in the warm moment, in order to taste the sweetness of that moment. When you are an adult, you have gone through the love of Qingqing, I, and I have become a family, and I don’t know it. Time is like silk in the palm of my hand, leaving only a hint of sorrow. One day you are in the middle ages. You suddenly feel that childhood youth seems to be yesterday’s business. Yeah, time is really fast. Half of your life has already been flying. No matter what, time is ruthless, youth will not be because Your expectations are stagnation, and you won’t have a half-silence because of the illusion you have had. When you are old, your hopes for youth can only rely on a little bit of good feelings. Time tells you that youth is an age and a state of mind. However, there are not many days to come. The situation you are in is already very clear to tell you: whether your ideals when you were a child come true, and the quality of your life shows what kind of light color.
Fortunately, the body is still healthy, and the energy is still abundant. In middle age, in the old age, you will still burn the weather-stained marks on your face, and the time will still draw a picture in your resume. When you are too old to be restrained, you will understand the gift of time, and all the feelings in your heart.
In the aria of time, people are like a flower, have their own fruits, rely on whether they are invested in the nature to absorb the nutrition of nature. Time is ruthless equality, it always tells you: youth has only once but only once, the body has lived for the rest of its life. Do you have any reason not to cherish it?