Blades of time

These days, I am spent in confusion, anxiety and confusion. I don’t know how I became like this? Maybe I am is really sick! Maybe I am have experienced too many vicissitudes of life, maybe nothing. I constantly affirm and deny myself. In the silent night, my wandering soul is still walking lonely in the wilderness of time. I have experienced more and more deeply that I am a little strange to myself. I feel that the farther I walk away from myself, the deeper I am, or the farther I am pushed by the tide of time. I found that the old man of time played a fatal joke with me. In the long journey of life, life and death were always opposite to each other. And each of our flesh and blood lives in this eternal paradox. I know this is a fate that is hard to rewrite. But when will the edge of my thought lose its luster and edges when facing the sharpening of the sand of time? I don’t know. What I can know is that I am far away from my heart, betraying myself and walking towards the unknown and strange world. I stood against the wind in the wilderness of time. Some fragments of memory often scratched my heart and my no longer young face. I know that my blood is surging and my thoughts are heading. When the cards of life and destiny are no longer strange fans, I deciphered myself and life as well as the code of fate and life. People always rediscover and examine themselves at the moment they suddenly look back, and at the same time, they also examine our sad and happy life. A person always starts from the baby, stops and rests at the station of all life. At this time, the fragments of memory came like bees, and there was an overwhelming passion in a certain corner of the soul. I sing life in such a perfect way, and life is doomed to be imperfect. So we have pain and tears quietly. When all the storms calmed down, the days became Water. In the ordinary and peaceful life, one day I suddenly realized that no matter how light the water was, it would engulf people. Just like the water of time, it quietly encircles and devours our limited life. Looking back, you are far away from childhood, youth and youth, standing silently on another Highland, your figure is lonely and desolate. On the canvas of time, no matter the background color of your life is thick or light, it can’t stop you from going to the gloomy sunset, which is the reason why I am anxious and confused. I can’t stop being old. I must go to be old. But in the afterglow of the sunset, in what way should a singer’s lips jump out of Happy notes! I am not afraid of being old, and I am not afraid of eternal silence, but when I think of where my soul will be in decades? When such problems occur, the huge sentimental tsunami slaps my fragile heart! Am I really sick? Do I think too much? But in any case, the shadow of death prompted me to hurry up, chase or give up, which would make me fully enlightened, instead of being trapped in the mire of dreams, holding a fragile unreal flower and not letting go. What I can only face is walking and singing, and what I can only choose is to find signposts on thorns. This is the result of love and responsibility, and this is the inevitable flashing flower of speculation caused by the collision of life and death. Time is always irreversible. One cannot run ahead of time, and time is even more invincible and invincible. Realizing this, I have long been away from the feeling that I don’t know how to worry about young people. I am not young enough. The wrinkles on my forehead and countless silver hair remind me all the time. In my opinion, time is the most magical and cruel magic master in the world, which can turn a young man into a white-headed old man, it can make the young lady with all kinds of amorous feelings become a faltering Dragon Bell old woman. Facing the grinding of the sand of time, no one can dodge or escape. We can only be held by time to go on the road, looking, discovery and creation constantly create a spiritual home where you are no longer confused. Therefore, I am no longer confused, anxious and at a loss. Facing every glorious sunrise and sunset, I have every reason to revere and praise life. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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. 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