Later, I made a specimen of that leaf and put it in my wallet. I don't know why you gave me the leaves, but I wrote them down and I'll keep them well.

Once put the leaves up. My mother was tidying up the house that day, and when she saw my leaves, she asked me;" Son, why are your leaves so delicate?" I replied;" There are things I want to forget: "My mother didn't say anything and gave me the leaves." After a long time, tell me;" Keep it in your wallet, it's good to keep some things, why forget them. ”

When I was a child, I liked to draw a watch on my arm, thinking that time would freeze in time. When I grow up, I understand that the fragrance of youth is like flowing water, and the flowers bloom and fall are the laws of nature! The picture scroll of the years indifferently records everyone's growth, those young frivolity, and the chaos of red dust.

Every time I walk in the world of words, I look back, and I am surprised to find that my youth is gradually drifting away. Reminiscing about the memories of my youth, running barefoot on the beach, letting the waves lap at my behalf! Those who are ignorant of the world are unscrupulous in their own world, and they have been willful, wandering, and at a loss. In the years of youth, we are indomitable, overcoming obstacles, meeting interesting people to drink, and persistent things to the end. Youth has a smile like a flower and a smart touch like water.

Staggered into the tail tip of youth, not in the pursuit of vigorous, poetic and picturesque! The splendid youth may pass slowly with time, but the wealth of the heart is indeed the wealth of a lifetime. Looking back occasionally, youth is a part of life, and it makes us more complete.

The beauty of time lies in its inevitable passing. With the change of the four seasons, we are satisfied to move forward in cherishing. Even if there are bumps and bumps on the road of youth, ups and downs, we run all the way with tenacity. Many times I always think that the passing time no longer exists, but in fact, when you meditate and think, the cultivation and conversation that the years have given you are the best companion in your life. Seeing that the clouds are light and the wind is light, there is wind and rain when it is sunny, and it is impossible to compete for the day, so let the youth retain no regrets and cherish every flower and tree in this world.

Time is fragrant, promise yourself a future, a happy face, the years are not old, and the heart is forever.

In life, no matter how many regrets and soreness, whether it is fortunate or unfortunate, it is all in the past, it is all in the past, let it go, and it will be easy.

In life, no matter how brilliant, how wonderful, how many twists and turns, how many failures, will not be perfect, hard work, you should have no regrets!

Life is like a dream, not a dream, because it is too real, and life is like water that is not water, because there is bitterness.

In life, many things lie in oneself, many feelings lie in the individual, the heart is wide, the heart is difficult, the heart needs to be down, the work needs to be buried, the mind needs to be broadened, and the mentality needs to be flattened!

Cherish the happiness around you, appreciate what you have, put it down if you can't carry it, look down on what you can't hurt, throw it away if you can't figure it out, and smooth it out if you can't hate it.

Life is not easy, life is not long, why use unnecessary troubles to practice yourself and hurt the years.

Be calm, relaxed, open-minded, everything should be moderate, be content, pursue a complete life is good, yearn for a high-quality life is good, but on the way forward, don't forget to bring a contented heart!

Life is only four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter, although the four seasons can be reincarnated, but life will not come back, only a grain of millet in spring can harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

In fact, life is only three days: yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Although the day and night can be replaced, but yesterday is like water, passing away and not returning; although today is there, it is flowing away; tomorrow is imminent, but it is also fleeting, only by letting go of yesterday and cherishing today, can we have no regrets tomorrow.

In fact, life is only two days, day, night, day and night, days and days, only a good mood, in order to have high quality. A lifetime passed in an instant,

Tossing and turning, sleepless nights, the words that lurked in my heart made me more irritable than the silence around me. I used to want to watch the gorgeous fireworks together, listen to the New Year's bells together, and make New Year's wishes together...... But now, I can only stare at the dark and empty ceiling alone, my mind now buzzing and blank!

The road of life needs to get out of the prosperous scenery in the wilderness. Young promises, persistent companions, affectionate people, don't ask about ruthless things, since the piano is up, there is no sheng flute silence.

The good night is silent, holding the pen and waving, and making three wishes in life. One wish, time flies, and you are at ease with fate; The second wish, things are people, do not forget; Three wishes, the water flows through the years, and the red sleeves add fragrance.

Xu Song's song "Peerless Elegance" lingers in his ears, accompanied by a cup of tea, and a lone lamp is alone. Fingertip checking, ups and downs of spiritual phrases evoke intermittent memories. reminds me of Su Shi's poem: "This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year." "There is no moon tonight, only the person who is holding the pen by the window is dyeing the ink and flying the Xuan, I don't know where I will be writing on this night next year.

Visitors in the world, and leave traces of duckweed; Red and vulgar people, it is difficult to reach the hot and cold world. It doesn't matter where some roads lead, what matters is what kind of scenery you will see on the way. Since life has chosen to move forward, it will be the same as always, only caring about the ups and downs. Time flies, and you can go with the flow. Just as the origin, in the crowd, I see you, and the fate, I see you, in the crowd. In this short life, I don't ask for fresh clothes and angry horses, Zhumen Biwa, but I have cloth clothes and food, and I have a happy life, like this, there is nothing else to ask for.

From the moment of falling to the end of life, the people you meet in your life, the scenery you see, and the things you experience are all turned into glass fragments in your memory, shining with colorful light, reflecting in every corner of your heart, and I can't forget it, and I don't want to forget.

Looking up is the stars that have been circulating through the ages, and looking down is the endless history. And I quietly hid in it, checking the stories that belonged to me for more than 20 years. I hid the scenery of walking on a thousand mountains in the essay I wrote, and I only waited for the snow to pass through them one by one in the year of the white head; I hid the friends who pushed the cup and changed the lamp in the article I wrote, only hoping that I would not be lonely in the night when the rain was frequent.

The so-called things are human non-human, if as Liu Yuxi's "Xisai Mountain Nostalgia" sang: "The world hurts the past several times, and the mountain is still cold." If it is as He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Puppet Book" sighs: "Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves." "I never thought that I had said goodbye to my homeland for almost ten years, and now even if I go back, I will only fall into the catalpa ping, only to see the mandarin duck tiles snowing; It's just a dog barking in the deep alley, and I don't hear the call of the old people. Indulging in things is wrong, I just want not to forget it.

I remember writing a three-line love letter two years ago:

The love of this life, the opening and closing of flowers, the transformation of butterflies, your smile;

In this life, poetry and wine are companions, red sleeves add fragrance, and write all the Jiangnan;

At this moment, the red is in the past, the north rain is the same, and the south wind is still there.