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Sometimes, I saw a few white clouds drifting alone in the quiet sky. I heard the sound of breeze passing through clothes. In the sigh, I often thought, if life could come back, then what would you and me like? In fact, after careful consideration, I found that facing this problem would make me confused, because I always think maturity is a kind of sorrow in life in a sense. Just like a blooming flower, although it is beautiful and fragrant, it is closer to the withered ending. Just like life, it has already wasted the youth of budding and vigorous youth. I think maybe only in such a young age, all the love, hate and hatred are as real and bright as sunshine. No matter tears or laughter, everything is still natural and innocent. In those days, we still have dreams to do, tears to flow, and we haven’t thought about getting hurt. A beautiful life is as beautiful and dreamy as the scenery on the postcard, which is fascinating. At that time, when looking up at the starry sky, I would feel that the meteor shower was like our romantic future, praying for the small wish to come true slowly in my heart; Walking on the journey in the dark night, I always believe that there is a warm embrace waiting for us, and it will light the light of hope for us: at that time, I always felt that the most beautiful scenery was the way you smiled, what can never be wiped off in memory is the back of your leaving: in those days, you always feel that the future is very far away and stubbornly want to abandon the shadow behind you-but one day, when we stand at the crossroads of life, confused and confused, and don’t know where to go, we find that we have grown up. Stretch out your hands, close your eyes and touch the world with your heart. Everything seems like the original. The city is prosperous, flowers are blooming and people are surging, but we can’t find the original self, the one who believes in tomorrow and the future. In the long night, in the loneliness, in the sad place, we kept asking ourselves, who am I? Where will the wind blow tomorrow? But when you can no longer see the innocence in your eyes, when you can no longer feel the warmth in my arms, when years carve wrinkles on your face ruthlessly, you and I tell the world that we are mature by turning around and leaving. Therefore, we understand that meteor shower is just the fall of meteorite, and the scenery is only beautiful on postcards, and only when we are young can we believe that it will last forever. In this way, time changed everything. We sadly found that we could never go back. However, sometimes I would rather be the old boy, standing in the light and shadow of the years, with clear eyes and a sad look. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…