I and time

Time has nothing to do with me, morning, sunset, you, me… I think we have nothing to do with each other. Looking at the old sun and moonlight, let some people do things, and also make some people frown… some people live great, some people live small, are not all life? We don’t have to care so much. You or you. Nothing will change in a dream… maybe the only thing left is the inexplicable loss and cry after waking up, and finally understand what the lights are dim. The rainstorm came fast, and the journey was also urgent without hesitation. It was determined and determined like time. So as if kamma). Those sorrows and sorrows in youth were not washed away by rain. Calm two don’t involve each other. Those years, those people. The vicissitudes of the sea, the dawn and dusk, see the flower of people’s face, see the pain of people’s heart. The rain inside the window wetted my yellowed letter paper. My memory was connected to the end of the pen, and I couldn’t draw black and white again. Prosperity is still attractive, the world of mortals is ten Zhang, the vast world… it is also my own place. The sunlight is still breathtaking, and the summer cicada screams… the occasional wind is also warm. Looking back all the way, looking around, your backlights, the butterflies scattered in the wind finally broke at the end of summer. The breeze and the moon should be one’s business… but why are people worried about some unimportant things… the stars and the sea are bright, alone, accompanied by the moonlight, and my white hair, Lonely Together, disappeared together. I have been in my youth, is it gratitude… satisfaction… or regret? I suddenly remembered a poem written by Gu Cheng… the time of life is over and the world is very long. I should have a rest in the middle. The one who passed by said: The branch is lower. The one who passed by said: The branch is growing! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…