The years are like a shuttle, the years are like a song, stepping on the footprints of the years and singing all the way through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, through season after season, it is because of the passage that there is a beautiful legend.

The years of history, with the hurried footsteps gradually drifted away, or success or failure, or joy or sorrow, or wonderful or sad, all of this has become the past, every footprint is a happy station, it is because of the walk, there is a beautiful wonderful.

Years, through the four seasons, the beginning of another reincarnation, in the cold wind to watch the warm spring breeze not far away, the rich spring breath is coming, the years let themselves let go of the dream of youth, sing the hymn of youth, maybe the years of youth are very tragic, in the tragic we grasp the passing years, with the passion of life and youth to interpret the bloom of the flowers of the years, we harvest the joy, let the spring buds begin to germinate, there is the moisture and companionship of sunshine and rain, the imprint of the years has left unforgettable steps, It is precisely because of the fantasy of spring that there is the beauty of spring.

Summer cicadas in the treetops keep pulling their throats, melodious and tactful singing voice is particularly beautiful, anxious thoughts with the heat of summer more crazy, the blood boiling summer gives the years infinite strength and courage, the lonely and unbearable heat tests their endurance, sweating like rain of hard pursuit to make themselves win a bright smile, withstand the scorching heat and harvest the sun, green accompanied themselves through another season, it is because of embracing the boldness and enthusiasm of summer, there is the beauty of summer.

Autumn is the season of beauty, is a ripe season, harvest season, with the germination of spring, the feeding of summer, there are autumn fruits, harvest joy, harvest maturity, the trauma of the years has left a scar on themselves, hardship and pay to make themselves see hope, in addition to comforting their souls, more nostalgic for the lingering of autumn, autumn sorrow, autumn lamentation, autumn love, autumn taught themselves to understand themselves, look down on life, it is because of a mature season, there is a beautiful shadow of autumn.

The cold wind is whistling, the cold winter is dashing, the barren land has no past warmth, no brilliant colors, quiet and serene, maybe the hurried footsteps of spring, summer and autumn have brought too much fatigue to the cold winter, it is because the cold winter has given the years more accumulation and flourishing, time flies, time is like crying like a song, watching the footsteps of spring in the cold winter, the breath of spring, and the reincarnation of another year, looking forward to the beginning of the spring flowers, this is the prosperity of the years, waiting for the vicissitudes of the years, all the way hard, all the way singing, all the way lamenting, all the way melodious, all the way fragrant, their perseverance once again walked through the coldest winter, and the snow waved goodbye, the hymn of the years is because of the cold winter bleak, to give birth to a more wonderful spring, summer and autumn, because of the pass, it is more beautiful.

Can't forget the footsteps of the past so bumpy, can't forget the four seasons that were nostalgic, can't forget the beautiful rainbow hanging in the sky, and can't forget the sad moment of tears for the struggle, the gratifying years leave more thinking for themselves, the gratifying years let themselves remember an era, the gratifying years have gone through season after season with hurried steps, and the years are because of the passage of time, they have a beautiful legend.