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The years are merciless, the heart has a love

Love can transcend time

By Cecilia P AshfordPublished 3 years ago 5 min read

01.

The years are relentless, aging the face, time is silent, the vicissitudes of life. In the watery years, Time is easy to pass away, life is easy to grow old.

The corridor of the years, time never returns. The journey of life, and youth is already a distant memory.

The company's main goal is to provide a solution to the problem of loneliness, and also a break for the soul.

Gently open the old pages, always some memories wet the corners of the eyes, always some touched warm life, always some will remember in the heart.

In the great years, of Ran time, there are always some reluctance and helplessness locked in between the eyebrows. I do not want to let go of the old time, I do not want to let go of the people who have said that they will hold hands until they are old, I do not want to let go of the pure heart like a lotus to disappear into the red dust and get involved in the noise. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.

After walking through the youthful years, through the landscape of a thousand sorrows, there has been confusion and distress, will eventually understand that life is short, the years are merciless; only love in the heart, then you can feel all the beauty of the world.

The essence of life is a form of loving and being loved. Love in the heart is love, love is beautiful, love life, love ourselves, love others, love all that nature has given us.

It is the light of love in the heart that makes the road of life shine, and with the nourishment of love, everything in life becomes lovely.

02.

People always have to love something, just like the love of time for grass and trees.

As I, love to dill flowers and plants, love to move chrysanthemums and willows, love to dig the soil, love to plant seeds, love to plant little vegetables, and love a small courtyard arranged like a large garden.

So life will have color, life will have poetry, the heart will have hope, hope that vegetable seeds take root and sprout, watch a seedling gradually grow, see a flower in the branch blooming moment beautiful feather change, and is not a kind of love and beauty.

Love nature, close to life, the source of love will not dry up, with the sunrise, reading the sunset afterglow, the flower of life will not wither.

The love and beauty in your heart will be fixed, or a plant, or a wisp of flower, or a round of bright moon, dense into poetry, told at the end of the pen, embedded in the gaps of the years.

In the world, you and I are a small boat in life, in the vast sea of people, in the waves, alone, to ride the wind and waves, to reach the other side of the ideal.

The fireworks life, the boat, all the way sweat, all the way hardship, carry the heavy, carry the responsibility, drink the warmth of human feelings, look at the world, only for the five buckets of rice, only to be able to hold up the face of life.

The thin world, cruel life, difficult to understand the human heart, the reality of life, but, the road ahead still have to straighten up, strive to forge ahead, step by step towards the stability of the present world, deep love to live, just to wait until the day ushered in the spring of life.

03.

The most are the earth can not stay, the vermilion face resigned mirror resigned tree. It seems that you haven't felt the breath of spring in the beautiful March, you haven't seriously looked at a flower bloom, you haven't smelled a flower to your heart's content, and time has already stepped over the lintel of March, breaking into April's 蓠蕃.

I always thought that beautiful flowers would always bloom delicately, always thought that beautiful faces would not be so quickly tainted with the traces of vicissitudes, always thought that beautiful things or people would always be in, but time is in a hurry, the years are merciless, a shake, things have changed.

As Yang Jiang said: "The good things in the world are not firm, the clouds are easy to disperse glazed brittle."

Indeed, the good things in the world are always as bright as fireworks, and as fleeting as fireworks.

Time is not easy to use, waiting for people to come, wanting to do things that have not yet been completed, wanting to go to faraway places that have not yet departed, but time has slipped through the fingers, and life is no longer young.

Perhaps the trouble in life is to think too much, do too little, and from then on simplify the mind, abandon the complexity, the heart is simple, people light as a chrysanthemum.

This life, learning to delete the complexity of the simple, and learn to give up, is also a kind of openness and wisdom.

Life really can not afford to squander, youth, time, feelings, or money, these are an integral part of life.

In the limited time, do what should be done, take the road that should go.

04.

The time has changed, the years have passed, as if the melody of youth is still echoing in the ears, the heart is still jumping with the passion of youth. But a turn, the flood of time has long since drowned the dream of youthfulness.

If the youth is the flowering season, then life is the rainy season, through the flowering season, through the rainy season, life will be wonderful, and life will have meaning.

The ideal song of life after years of weakness, but still swimming in the mind. It's just that the years are merciless and people get old easily, and they can't keep the fleeting youth and beauty.

The world is long, time is in a hurry, and everyone is a passenger in the red earth, in the sea of people, in the life of understanding.

Life is a stormy journey, life is a mixture of love and hate. How much loneliness and sadness, snow, and rain, only love in the heart, the party does not fear the age of life desolation, the party feels good life.

Once stood at the junction of the youthful years, always thought that old age is a very distant thing from their own, but in the morning and evening rush, between the alternation of the morning sun and the bright moon, the days are getting shallow, life is getting shorter and shorter, it seems that nothing in the long river of life is eternal, only the love in the heart is long-lasting.

Life is a long trek, along the way there are flowers and thorns, there are flat and twists and turns, and there are wind and rain and mud and sunshine.

The company's main goal is to provide a good service to its customers. If you do not come, I will not grow old. Deep hope, light reading, not to lose yourself, not to lose your heart.

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Cecilia P Ashford

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