Time flies-we will grow old eventually.

Time always disappears without a trace, without stopping to appreciate and think, day after day, year after year, and so on. It was not until one day that I saw a person and a deja vu face that I discovered that those who were once innocent and innocent had already left, leaving only vicissitudes of life and the wind and frost of the years, which would eventually leave scars on everyone's face and body. Everything seems sudden, but everything is logical. Everyone changes every day. You won't feel it for ten days and a half months, but after a long period of precipitation, you find that the change is so great.

Many times, we always ignore those changes that we turn a blind eye to. Those lovers, relatives and friends who live around us. Every day, we meet and get to know each other, and everything seems the same as before, the smiles, the voices, the manners and the words. Until one day, when I saw the white hair mixed in my hair, those velvety beards turned into thick moustaches, and I saw the crow's feet with a smile, and I heard the tone of talking without my original pride and spirit, which was a little more dull and quiet. Once all-powerful on the wine table, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and once in life, the lofty sentiments are even more listless. Time has smoothed the edges and corners, and the years have accumulated calmness. What remains is no longer the longing for tomorrow and the yearning for the future, but the lack of worry about the past and the humiliation of life.

Middle-aged people are afraid of news of their hometown. Those old friends, elders and friends left inadvertently, which was almost not long ago. Perhaps it is their young or not-so-old faces, which rarely pay attention to and contact, and remain in memory. Some are blurred, and some are fresh in my memory. From then on, these people and things will eventually disappear, and the stories about them, the marks left in the depths of memory, will also drift away. Those once familiar names gradually become unfamiliar, which seems to have nothing to do with it for a long time, and it seems like yesterday. In fact, those people and things have been with us for many years. Everything seems to change overnight, but everything seems to have happened in a previous life. Sometimes I don't even believe him, but he really happened to me. Although the world will not change because of who leaves, there are too many departures that are changing the world of yourself or others. In fact, how can it not change? The departure of leaves depicts the annual rings of trees, and the departure of people proves the trajectory of life. Those questions about life, health and aging are related to every living thing in the world. Familiar or unfamiliar, it will eventually be everyone's last way home. Maybe it's emotion, maybe it's sadness, maybe it's indifference, or it's heartbreak.

Memory is a magical thing, many things, hidden in the snow for many years, will emerge inadvertently. You don't need the dead of night, and you don't need to touch the scene. I came here for no reason, and I went there for no reason. No wonder people always like nostalgia. In fact, it may not be that they like nostalgia, but that what is deep in their hearts is out of his control. After all, what stayed there was the youth of the past, and there were joys and sorrows. Whether it is beauty or pain, it is a symbol of youth and vitality. Nostalgia, I think it is more about expressing disappointment with the past. No matter how comfortable and happy you are now, no matter how hard you lived in the past, everything today is at the expense of those lost yesterdays. In those years, I lost not only my youth, but also a part of my precious life.

Time flies like water, never to return. Those in the past, will no longer. What should be forgotten will not be forgotten, and what should be remembered will sometimes be completely forgotten. In fact, if you think about it, don't care. After all, that's just the past life, and the remaining years don't allow you to have more confusion and review. Life is hard, and the days are numbered. Who knows whether it will be sunny or rainy tomorrow?

Looking back, there are not many things worth remembering and remembering in the years.