When the flowers are blooming, the best time has passed. As life goes by, the best age has passed. But every time I pass by, I think that the flowers will bloom again and there will be more beautiful times in life. We are like the monkey breaking off the buds. While we are getting better, we are losing the most beautiful.
When I looked back later, I sighed, at that time I knew it was ordinary and I couldn't cherish it. We are mantis arms, we can never stop the wheel of time. We are destined to lose forever while pursuing gain.
How much do I remember my childhood, those childhood sweethearts, those chattering and laughing, those boys and girls wearing the clothes of dreams in their bright leisure time, walking through the grass and flowers, passing through the moonlit dusk with the faint fragrance floating around, and standing in the memories under the blue sky and white sun at this moment, they have already stepped on the flowers and returned home with the scent of horseshoes.
The energetic young man and the charming girl were copied together on an old wall, and then became mottled, peeled off, and forgotten.
The rest of our lives, no matter how bravely we move forward, will always be like sailing against the current, being pushed back to those days by memories.
If life can only be like the first time we met, because when we first met, the flowers were not tired of blooming, and life was not yet lost. The picture of time had just been opened. The beautiful turmoil of life at that time could illuminate how many times in the future we suddenly look back and see that person in the dim light...
