YOLANDA ARCHULETA

Time is always passing

Time is always passing quietly inadvertently, the past years, regardless of success or failure, will eventually be the past, no matter how much you nostalgia for the youth, or complain about the frustrations and injustices you have received, life is like this, you can not pick and choose. For example, study, struggle, to struggle, although some people are very successful, but the vast majority of people although they have worked hard, but not necessarily have opportunities and achievements, mediocre in the hearts of a huge group has become a depression of their own regret. But there is still one of the most beautiful things in life called love. Among all living beings, you are free to choose who you spend your life with. Your love may be love at first sight. It may be an unexpected and beautiful encounter; Childhood sweethearts, perhaps; Perhaps after years of hard pursuit; But once you get married, you will feel that there is a world of difference between love and life. It seems that falling from the cloud to the ground, so that you have to step down to the ground to know again, you will find that the sweet is less; Many are disappointed; Many divorcees. Whether we play with life, or life deceives us, we don't know. There is a good song: life is a mass of hemp, it is also twisted into hemp rope flowers; Life is a cup of wine, full of life's sweet and sour; Life is a song, singing the bittersweet years of life.The four seasons have their own characteristics: the spring of birds and flowers; The scorching sun of summer; A crisp autumn; The white winter. In the four seasons of reincarnation, what I love is spring! Spring is definitely a canvas steeped in the color of life. New green, fresh green, fresh green, green, full of green ah, gentle our sight. There is a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink, a little bit of purple, but also surprised our eyes. So, began to walk in spring. Stepping on her soft soil, just know that the hotbed of life can be so plain. As long as the old man of the season comes, all the sleeping seeds can be nurtured here, and give life a change of attitude. Spring is definitely a picture filled with the prosperity of life. Whether it comes out of the ground or is in bud; Whether it is slowly unfolding, or flowing slowly; Whether it is quiet, or Yingying whisper, as long as the season of the old man to open the curtain of spring, they will use their own unique way, here the natural magic of vitality. So, began to roam in the spring. Covered with soft spring, let the slightly sweet wind, skimming from the side. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains a most touching tenderness. Will also feel that nature is a strange mother, she chose in the depression of all things at the end of the winter, will be a variety of life out, let them step on the most charming of the first wisp of spring, embrace each other, bring infinite vitality to the world. In a flash, winter is gone, and spring has crept into the world. Spring, is a beautiful season, is full of poetic season; Spring, also means a vibrant start. Since ancient times, poets love spring, praise spring, because spring scenery is pleasant, everywhere can enter the poem. Walking in the Garden of Ancient Poems, I saw Wing Chun poems colorful, competing for beauty, dizzying, random pick a few, slowly read, unconsciously has been intoxicated.