Looking at the photos of seventeen or eighteen, how to write regrets?

Time is so cruel, smoothing your sharp edges and corners, depicting crow's feet around your eyes, grinding your hair, bending your straight back, and letting its traces whip your heart deeply!

How time flies! Before you can leave your tenderness in your youth, you have been pushed to a strong sadness! Time flies, you haven't had time to keep the passion of life, it has pushed you to the sorrow of the disease! Time flies, before you have a chance to seize happiness, you have been deprived of the right to have a room full of children!

The trace of snow has not been eliminated, and it has been covered with the footprints of pedestrians; The hope of spring has not been completed, and the heat of summer has made you sweat; Sweating in summer has not yet achieved results, and the bleak autumn has made you burst into tears; The worries of autumn have not left, and the cold of winter makes you tremble!

As soon as your childhood was over, your brothers and sisters were born. It is your bounden duty to take care of them.

As soon as your youth is over, all your brothers and sisters have grown up. Being a good example is your heartfelt concern.

You gave birth to me and put yourself into endless struggle.

When I was an adult, my illness made you cry.

When I reach middle age, you should work hard all your life.

When my sadness and pain gradually disappeared, your old man's spots fell on your paper-thin hands like raindrops of ink.

Who can escape the trace of time? Who can stay in the youth of the years forever? The ruthlessness of the years, who can not suffer? Can the beauty of the years really last?

Years are like knives, knives make people old! Years are like swords, and swords are inserted into people's hearts!

Time is like concentrated sulfuric acid, which corrodes everything. Your beautiful face is old now; Your passionate youth, now life has entered dusk; Your cleverness has now become chaos in your mind; Your happy mood has now broken through the world of mortals.

Time flies, you catch the tail feather of time, but you can't catch the beauty of life. Time flies, and the fishing net that weaves your life has now broken.

Life is alive, suddenly. Happy time is long, painful time is short. When all the memories become memories and are buried in your heart, when all the happiness is buried in sadness, when all the sadness lasts forever, when life is consumed in unnecessary things, and when the word "heart is dead" is repeated in your heart countless times, you really feel that life is really sudden. Live unworthy, unhappy, hard and tired. ...

My mother, my poor old mother, is fine. There is still a little hope in your heart. For me, you have been disappointed countless times. For me, you still have a glimmer of hope. When you were young, your dream was to walk out of the mountains; When you are young, your dream is to find a good job; When people reach middle age, your dream is to fight for me! Now 62 years old, your only dream is that I can live well in the future, even if I have only a little social insurance.

"Time flies, I only care about you, and I am willing to infect your breath." Mom, this is your motivation to live, the only motivation left. For it, in order to live up to your only love, I also love myself willingly.