Catch-up pace of youth

There is a kind of beauty called cardamom age, which is green and beautiful, and a kind of passing time is like water. I can’t retain the hourglass of time, so I am trying hard to catch up with the shadow of youth, but time can’t stop, to retain the once beautiful possession for me. Inscription when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on my face. I am glad to say goodbye to the gloom of last night, looking forward to finding back today’s elegant demeanour. The feeling of sunshine is gentle. Warm, it has no dark haze and anxiety, soft like lover’s eyes, warm like lover’s broad arms, I enjoy its gentle touch and soft kiss. Intoxicated in this slightly cold autumn day. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I stood in front of the wardrobe, facing the flashing mirror, stretching my arms and embracing my wake-up, but the figure in the mirror, how can it be so vague and confused. Am I no longer myself? I have forgotten myself in the youth station through the shuttle of time. This is not a severe winter. Why do I have the cold frost flowers on my temples, which are spotted and faintly visible, I was startled. Did I lose the vitality and innocence of the past. Old, the Wheel of Time rolled my youth ruthlessly. It had broken into 1.1 pieces of debris, only the deep folds at the corner of my eyes, which was nearly middle-aged, the shuttle of time is turning round and round, the pendulum of time is shaking desperately. As time flies, how many dreams and youth do I have. I can’t find my answer. At this moment, disappointment is accompanied by old age and closely connected with each other. I no longer have the elasticity of youth on my cheeks, the passion of youth flowing in my body, and the ignorance of youth in my heart. I kissed my eyes with gloomy tears. I stroked my forehead with my vicissitudes of palm. I comfort the passing spring with sadness. The last stop was a beautiful scenery. The next stop is a calm life. I tried my best to find my shadow, but now my steps have been exhausted. I have no imaginary and hazy feelings, but only washed and stripped my soul layer by layer. Cut the tip of my hair which was full of countless sorrows, and dyed the gray of my temples over and over again. Now I don’t need the green vitality of youth. But to walk through the difficult rest of life calmly, the vicissitudes of life, washing my humble soul, confused life, casting my stubborn personality and the lock of time. Imprisoned my impulse, the shuttle of time, put on my pale Mulberry appearance.. Heart pain. It is the fleeting time that cannot be recovered by steps. The diary is expressing day by day, which records my joys and sorrows. The calendar is also tearing page by page. I can’t pick up the debris, because time can’t stay for someone. The footsteps are rushing forward, day after day, year after year, carrying the lost annual rings. In my dream, I still look forward to the beauty of the next stop, and in my eyes, I still look for the lost youth. Therefore, facing the mirror of beauty and ugliness in the world, good and evil, I accepted the baptism of time frankly. I comforted my soul, because time carried away my past, what can be preserved is my real life now. I am fearless of wind and rain, and I am not afraid of getting old. I am grateful to life for giving me the most profound hardship again. Turning around, I still have no complaints or regrets. I will bravely step after my youth again, step by step. Go on in a calm and quiet state Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…