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Left hand youth, right hand years

Life passes between the hands, the left hand is lost in youth, the right hand is continued in the years...

By CordeliaPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

When I was little

  

  When I was a child, I always liked to look at the sky, watching the nebulae change in the sky in a new way. I always sat on a small bench and wondered why there was a black sky and a white night; why there were flowers and plants; how species evolved; whether the egg or the chicken came first.

  

  Although boring, but also full of fun. And so the day went on.

  

  In summer, I could go to the field with some children to catch frogs and fish in the hot sun, and when I was hungry, I could build a fire and blow in the field. At night, we went home by starlight.

  

  In autumn, the fruits are ripe, full of mountains and fields are golden. The company's business is a very important part of the business.

  

  In winter, the cold weather did not interrupt our desire for adventure. We set out to our goal with the wind and the snow lying on our backs.

  

  In this way, we walked through the year laughing and playing all the way.

  

  Teenager

  

  After the childhood, I became sensible, not so naughty, and not so playful. Like a brave warrior after being baptized by the war, trained quickly, although often make mistakes, but for me is minimal.

  

  In the summer, we stepped into the bright sunshine into the campus, exploring the secrets we did not know and making friends we had never met before. Although we were a little scared when we first came to Fraud Road, we were overflowing with joy.

  

  In the fall, our first vacation since school, we rushed out of the campus and ran to the places we had already planned, and had a great time on our first day of vacation, not to mention that we added many good friends, so we had a lot of fun...

  

  In winter, we came to school with the first snowfall of the year. When we met, we were like long-lost friends hugging each other and talking about our experiences during this first vacation.

  

  When the first rays of sunlight on the earth melted the snow, spring has arrived. The flowers are waking up, the frogs are starting to chirp, and we have grown another year.

  Youth

  

  Youth, we have taken off the clothes of naivety and childishness, and put on the coat of maturity and stability. There is no longer the laughter of the past, there is only the sound of the pen rustling on the paper, just a sound to carry out our entire young age.

  

  Holding our own ideals running on the track of life, when they are not dark horses, but also to create the miracle of mankind!

  

  Middle age

  

  When people reach middle age, there is no fantasy component in anything, they inherit the mantle of youth and also have their own components, more of life's deceitfulness and less of the honesty of the past. In the battlefield of life crazy fight, two eyes full of blood, the heart only money and power. For it can even betray everyone. The laughter of the past no longer exists, the sound of treacherous laughter fills this era...

  

  Old age

  

  Looking back on the past as if it were yesterday, without energy, tired of

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