The time is peaceful, the years do not go through the old

I do not know when to start, want to accompany the most loved ones to spend every way in life. More than twenty years in the rotation of time, the pace of the years hurriedly never stops. In this way, we spent day after day, year after year in the corridor of time. The seasons keep changing, the ordinary days seem to flow like a trace and pass, walking more and more, experiencing more and more stories, some uninteresting and some wonderful, but this heart is more and more fragile, can not withstand the separation of life and death, can not withstand the absence of a loved one on the road of regret. Always think that there is still a lot of time, always think that everything is still in time, always think that we will encounter a beautiful in the miss, but inadvertently gray hair is inserted into the time. So many years, many experienced stories, stories of people, stories of the plot, become more and more blurred. Sometimes, I don't even know how to face my forgetfulness, whether it is good or bad, even I can't come to this conclusion.

In short, over the years, a lot of people scattered, and a lot of things also scattered. The actual life is an unscripted play, you never know what the next episode is, and you also do not know when you will remove the curtain. There are always so some people in your not-so-long life fleeting, and then forgotten in the jungle, perhaps a lifetime will not see; there are always so some people, in your time existed for some time, but then they left, because of some unavoidable reasons. Every time I think of this, all kinds of reluctance and emotion always swarmed. Later I realized that the original landscape in the eyes has been the story of memory. When indecision and resignation overnight, I do not know where my inner tangle comes from at this time, when the years grow older day by day, I can no longer afford the burden of time on my shoulders, too heavy. A little cold light Geng night light, perhaps these years I have understood what is mature, is also stepped by step towards maturity, those once teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow like jumping pretension and owl in today's view is so superficial thin. After the rain in the dusk, when the only remaining sunlight shines on the earth, projected on each drop of water, each floating light is the most beautiful embellishment in time, each embellishment is bound to have a good story.

The same is true of this world, we have nothing, even this body, many times become a burden on our capriciousness, we can spend our days in style, do not eat the world, can not understand the world, but, this life is so long, the green hills do not grow old, green water flowing is just a little hope that people will be emotional trust in heaven and earth, knowing that it is not possible to do is to put themselves in a situation of doom. The world is unpredictable. Whenever we think we can simply go through the rest of our lives, fate will always pop up like a clown, and then a prank, you, obviously caught, obviously screaming, but there is no way, but to face it. For fate, either surrender or meet the difficulties, there is no other way, the abominable clown will never bargain with you because he is always standing in the king's perspective looking down on the people and things in the world. After one change after another, each time by the fate of a sudden stumble, walking on the road began to become cautious, about those gray people, gray things, gray days, and increasingly reluctant to mention them. I can't help but think of a poem that I learned many years ago, the old vines, the old trees and crows, the sunset, the broken-hearted people at the end of the world, the sunset scene is the darkness of the night or the cold silence as if we have nothing to do with it, it all slowly began to go away in the mind. Old, but also slowly become a word to avoid.

I always expect the years to understand me, even if it is thin and cold, I can also find peace of warmth. I can't think of any magnificent words to describe this dream, I just know that when I push open this window, waving my hand to the distant scenery of the dusty edge, holding a handful of a pleasant breeze, holding a handful of peace of mind to understand, a new season of splendor into the arms, will be a refreshing fragrance to the heart. I know that fate has its mysteries, perhaps this is the end of life that can not be interpreted. Even this section of the road in front of you, you have no way to figure out the meaning of this too and fro, splitting and merging. In this era of information explosion, we can always hear in a variety of ways who is an ageless legend, the years simply do not have ageless people, no stars do not fall, we use words to send too many emotions, too many dreams that we can not achieve in the real world. We are all dust in the fireworks, right, after a moment of splendor, dark, compared to the time of the universe, this analogy should be appropriate. From the day we came to this world, our voyage officially began, this is a course that can not be changed, this is also a ship without an anchor, this life is destined to only in the boundless sea drifting alone, and then in the scenery along the way to find the true meaning of survival. The lonely shadow with the moon, all alone, how is this not beautiful, how is this not a luxury?

I have seen a lot of old people after a serious illness began to worry, be afraid to leave, and then began to live carefully, afraid of taking a wrong step will give their lives to the end of the painting. They start to be attached, attached to everything in this world, and they start to look back, looking back at all the stories of this life. We have no way to look at the growth of the foot who, as independent individuals, all the unpredictability of fate is to be borne by us independently, as we grow older, we began to fear old, after all, there are so many things have not done, began to feel the faint pain of the years across the fingertips. Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, this is the unchanging truth, time never stops because of whose departure, the sun will not change because of a person and the trajectory of the east and west. We can control a lot, but there is no way to control time, watching the days slip away day by day, I asked myself why, in vain, but I finally understand that this is no way to explain the existence of a powerful scientist, a powerful philosopher have no way to explain the reason for it.

If I have divine power, I just want to let this moment forever fixed in my memory, the most beautiful story of this life banished in the flow of the years, even if walking on the sunset trail, can still have this company around, the warm breeze blowing thin shoulders, no longer lonely wandering, no longer cold and lonely, still the same dash to comb the time, warmth overflowing, dancing with the evening sun