We want to seize those years

Always, always in this world infinite feeling. However, there are still too many things lost with the years. We want to seize those years, but let us struggle, after all, still can not escape the years - inscription.

In a trance, I suddenly saw a picture that flashed through my mind. It seemed like a familiar place, with a familiar person standing there. I panicked at first, so I got out of the way. However, the image did not stay long. It just seemed like an instant, and the picture was gone. I don't know what this thing means, maybe it is a vague dream? Just, why I have such a big feeling, for this picture, I actually care very much. Is it a sign of time? I asked myself in my mind.

Those days that have passed seem to flow from reality into my memory and become part of my memories. But win some, lose some, not all memories can always stay in the mind. There are still many scenes that I have forgotten, but when I stand in that scene again, I will still recognize this picture, because this is my memory. Even if the memories are all gone in the end, there will still be some subconscious.

Years are really magical, we always spend our lives in one year after another. However, we will gradually find that not all years are the same, some years are very happy, some years are very sad, and there are thousands of years, these unique years, like a fragment, together to piece together my whole. I look at the fallen leaves outside the window, and sometimes I miss a lot of things. What happened to that little tree in my hometown? What happened to my childhood classmates? It is as if I have always wanted to know the results of these things, but the past never becomes the present, just as the present never becomes the future. Although the years are kind to us, there are still a lot of regrets, there are still a lot of things we did not do.

Somehow, it was like a thread was guiding me. I followed the line and kept going, looking for the end of the line. What I don't know is where the line ends, but I still have only this option. Yes, the master of these threads is time. It goes on in my world all the time, but most of the time I don't notice it. It was still moving slowly like a river, and I was moving along with it. And one day, I'll find the end of that line. Just, maybe this line represents more loss, but I still have to move forward.

Years are really magical, we always spend our lives in one year after another. However, we will gradually find that not all years are the same, some years are very happy, some years are very sad, and there are thousands of years, these unique years, like a fragment, together to piece together my whole. I look at the fallen leaves outside the window, and sometimes I miss a lot of things. What happened to that little tree in my hometown? What happened to my childhood classmates? It is as if I have always wanted to know the results of these things, but the past never becomes the present, just as the present never becomes the future. Although the years are kind to us, there are still a lot of regrets, there are still a lot of things we did not do.