Time is like, return to the past
Time is like, return to the past I sat in the sun, feeling the warmth of a peaceful, hearts gradually rising from a lotus flower as beautiful, just as life is riding on the wings, flying in a brighter future in freedom, then, those thin cold, those earthly, as like autumn leaves have landed. I am extremely fond of this quiet atmosphere, no troubles, no fight.And I may be sitting in a corner, focused and enjoy this moment of warmth and light, lest a distraction, this will be a better slip away, never looking back is not. I know that time is like, not return to the past.Once the memory of those who live, across the river years of life and life's other side stood up, leaving only the endless feelings of regret and longing.I was so eager, in a stormy night, knocking on doors to listen to the memory, and then reunited with you in an oil lamp handle those complaints were parting years.I was so eager, in an extraordinary way, and people can love each other side by side with the reward Chunhuaqiuyue, vegetation Coorong, rain and frost in staying spend a lifetime. Time silent, quietly flowing.I will miss those parting and, in full bloom in a corner of the heart, regardless of spring and summer and winter, I will be in a quiet moment, started to shop carefully read, just like sitting on the shore, watching the river slowly blooming lotus flower of life gorgeous.And I also like bird wings of butterflies, lotus or dancing around or sitting peacefully. Throughout his life, as we all like in the time of passing this river ferry, or bustle or calm, masts life experiencing waves of attack, though bruised, but always toward the forward direction fluttering in the wind, but never returned less than in the past. We bump ups and downs in the river of time, after a lot of things, a lot of people have seen.Some people, walked on the light, and some people, but live forever in our memories, the world's fate, who can say clear?Maybe a turn is a lifetime.However, we have no choice but to wind waves, open a new journey. Time flies, another year, to accompany our people less and less.Lopsided occasion, once familiar voice and face gradually blurred.Each person has their own dreams and aspirations, different path, a different landscape, parted ways on the occasion, but also doomed the next leg encounter and encounter.So, you do not have to parting and sad, who is not of this world passing it?Wonderful, enjoyable stay in my heart, regret, sad, let it wind and scattered it.Live in the moment, cherish every moment of warmth and light. In many cases, we still irrepressible yearning to go past people and things, those who care deeply about the past, in our context, how precious!It is our youth, our youth, our experience and our life! The hearts of those who placed in the past, along with the passage of time, just like the old clothes in general appropriateness warm, often think, will float smiling face, the heart will be warm as ever.I believe that those of the past slip away, though already no longer return to the past, but it will certainly slowly flowing in the river of time, conveys strength and conviction of life for us, all the way to grow old.