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Time, long through the long causeway of life, time has never been old, when the handsome face is full of wrinkles, when the youth is exchanged for the sunset pestle, when the resentment is lively and more quiet, at that time the light carving yesterday has been - farewell, you know, time without a trace, no trace of the passing years.

If life promises a prosperous fireworks, it should be a city and a country; if life promises a tranquil and ordinary, it should be lonely and self-appreciative; as for the end of the time, in addition to recalling what you have encountered in your life, regretting it in a lifetime, there is probably only quiet and joy!

A person's life is too long, and after crossing this ditch, he has to cross another hurdle. There are many unfulfilled wishes, stranded in my heart one by one, there are many unfinished regrets wandering in my heart one by one, there are too many worries still attached to my heart and sighing deeply, and there are too many reluctance to put it in my heart and mourn gently. This journey, hurriedly passing too many scenery, did not stop to appreciate one by one; this road is far away, hurriedly missed too many love, never stopped to cherish one by one! Because it is too long, and ignore too much to think that it is only a moment, or occasional, but it is the eternal warmth of life!

A person's life is too short, it is a lifetime in a blink of an eye, and a lifetime when it turns around. In a blink of an eye, time is very warm, life is very young, in the blink of an eye, time is very quiet, life is tired, and if you are not careful, time is not old, life is twilight. We shuttle through this long river of time, no matter what kind of posture we stand with, we will eventually lose to time! Throughout our lives, we are just insignificant passers-by in time, coming, leaving, far away, fainting, remembering, remembering, lost, late, understood, exhausted! Because it is too short, there are too many that we have not had time to cherish, there are too many that we have not had time to repay, there are too many that we have not had time to persevere, and there are too many that have not had time to complete. Some people, some things, some times, quietly cross the border, and we don't know it!

Sighing lightly, those times that have been desecrated by us, but only after losing do we know how to regret, and in addition to regret, there is only regret. Who makes our youth frivolous, who makes our youth conceited, who makes our ignorance overflow, who makes our vows frivolous. One moment is born, the other is dead. Life is wandering in the unknown tomorrow and unpredictable accidents, advancing or retreating, and time is boiling in the silent silence and silent joy, bitter or sweet! The love that warms the passing years, and the tears that moisten the time, will be in the lonely joy, familiar or unfamiliar, blurred or clear!

A person's passing years, a person's happiness, time weaves a long memory, silent, all the way shallow. Those who sleep lightly on the other side of time, those who are not reluctant, do not give up, do not leave, and quietly cross the shore without knowing when. I don't know when I think I'll never forget it, and I don't know when I think I'll never let go of it become open and clear. The word "time" tells the vicissitudes of life. If time does not change, life has no knot, those missed lovers, will the remaining regrets be at the next intersection, turn around, smile?

The events in the spring flowers and autumn months have long been scattered with the change of seasons and cannot be returned to the past, and they have been turned into dust with the vicissitudes of time. When the fate is scattered, the dust will eventually return to dust, and the earth will return to the earth! When the prosperity falls, the flowers will eventually not flowers, and the fog will not be fog! There are all kinds of love in the world, and all kinds of love in the world, some of them are destined to be missed, and some of them have to be missed for a lifetime. Fate, at some point, will always come back with the fate it deserves.

The road of fate weaves endless joys and sorrows, young ambitions, and thoughts of twilight, each with joy and sorrow. The seemingly scattered but hurried journey of life, those words that are too late to speak, those who are too late to regret, those who are too late to hold hands, those who meet unintentionally, those who are separated unintentionally, those who owe each other unintentionally, those who owe each other unintentionally, leave regrets, and end up in death.

With a heart, put the past. The clouds and smoke of the past, the wind and rain of the past, have become as light as wings when they let go of their obsessions. We only need to use a grateful heart to thank all the good and bad, they are the ones who have made us better today.

With a new heart, keep the time. The past years, the love in my heart, in the light smile and sigh, has become light. We only need to have a peaceful heart, let the flowers bloom and the leaves fall in a circular interpretation, and carry a cloud and water Zen heart, and let time fly into the myth of immortality.

Time is not old, especially the original intention; time is changed, and the original intention is not changed. Although there is no trace of the passing years, Qinghuan weaves into a dream, in the dream, there is love, warmth, and the initial touch of life!

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