The years are like poetry, leisurely and contented; the mind is like a painting, and youth blooms in silence. Holding the pen of time in hand, writing the passage of time; with tenderness in mind, feeling the beauty of the world. You walk in the spring rain, the apricot blossoms fall on your shoulders, and the years are like poetry and quiet. I smell the fragrance of flowers and don't talk about joys and sorrows. The years are long and wonderful. You are the witness of time and the weaver of stories. Every moment is worth cherishing. We have grown up in the long river of time, exchanging innocence and innocence for courage and wisdom, and every journey is shining. Time flies, and the appearance is easy to change, and everyone in the world is the same. Only time can help us understand ourselves better. In fact, time is a passer-by in life. It wants to leave traces but also wants to erase memories.
Purpose: Inspiring stories