The rhyme of the fingertip hurts, and the endless youth fleeting time

The sky is still clear, but it can’t change the youthful and brilliant years; Still keep a lonely and struggling heart, but can’t change the wealth and prosperity of the same age; Still so bold and unrestrained, but I ignored the white hair that had passed away in my youth ~ when I was young, I always liked fantasy, from the dream of scientists to the extravagant hope of teachers, so I urged myself to make continuous efforts to make progress every day, and later on, gradually I touched the wall of reality, but still kept raising my head and looking high-spirited. Only when the wall was covered with blood did I turn around and recognize the shape of reality! I once envied that the Lotus was out of the silt but not dyed, and the Lotus was clean but not demon. I lived in this crowded and complicated society, and I often pretended to be lofty. It didn’t matter if others didn’t understand, as long as I kept my own purity and, out of the silt but not dyed, Zhuo Qinglian but not demon. Time flies and people are old. Looking back on youth, who can Solo a divine comedy like water for you? I don’t know how hard I am, how crazy I am! In the bohemian youth, smoking damaged the stomach and lungs; Gambling, gambling, gambling off thousands of family property; Drinking, drinking out the patient’s intestines! If there is anything worth recalling in such a young age, then only with the charm of your fingertips can you sigh with endless fleeting time! Life always turns you into its captive with the most arrogant posture and a disguised smile. You are wandering from place to place every day and dejected. Use the resentment of this life to recall the fate of the past, but ask for the joy of the next life. Like water melancholy, like a master, standing on the river, sending out the feelings of the dead! The shackles of time have quietly taken away many years of time. In my sleep, the outline of the teenager which was gradually blurred often surprised the damp on the pillow when waking up. When I was young, I couldn’t help laughing in middle age. My eyes were full of tears. I only cried for the seemingly stupid mistakes I had made. With white hair and gray hair, I can relieve my worries, think about it, don’t think about it, forget it, thousands of glasses of wine, think about it several times of autumn! Skyrocket, mind sad; Unmatched trail, Mancheng feng yu man cheng to concern. Muran looked back, the years had passed away, and he made the biggest bet with youth. He spent only a few years of good time, only in return for a few wisps of blue silk and deep sigh, and practiced some words in his mouth: born to be useful, I will come back after all my money is gone! The vast sky, the sunset clouds spread all over, and the red light seemed to indicate that the life of old people was about to begin. Sitting alone on the roof, only sigh: the setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…