Time goes with me for many years; Be quiet, hope that you are well.

In recent days, my heart has calmed down a lot. In the quiet night, I like to tap the shallow words with my fingertips and pour out my feelings. As time flies, I gradually walk, and inadvertently come to this clear autumn, which is said to be clear autumn, but it is a cool and heavy season. With the seasonal cycle of spring and autumn, life has gone away from youth in a blink of an eye, and it has been far away from youth. This bustling ending ring can't tell what kind of taste is lingering in my heart.

Looking at the bamboos placed in the room, the long-standing old leaves are dark green, and light green tender leaves are born from time to time on this old leaf. I am thinking that when the bamboos are old, new leaves will grow, but life cannot be young again.

It seems that my heart has really calmed down. Otherwise, I wouldn't have time to think about such a strange question. Only when you are calm, calm and far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, can you hold this shallow text lightly and talk about this silent time and space. If we compare the past time to a singer on the stage, today we have changed our roles, removed our costumes, picked off our rockhopper, washed away our colorful facial makeup, walked to the bottom of the stage, and sat in the audience to enjoy the different roles on the stage. Hua Dan in Tsing Yi played with the singer.

the past years are like running water. From the green age when I was not familiar with the world to dealing with all kinds of different things and people physically and mentally. Among them, there have been ups and downs of life. When your performance skills on the stage of life are not as good as others, and you can only play an insignificant role, you have been despised and said that you are useless. When you have an independent performance, become the star of a certain scene or become the leader of the dance, you will be envied and calculated. This is the world's various attitudes and the world's indifference.

In fact, as time goes by, the final result is that the years have stolen their faces, leaving them with very few things except getting old. Originally, people came to this world just as a trip, a trip from this side of life to the other side of the past. In order not to make travel too burdensome and travel lightly and simply, they all come lightly and skillfully with empty hands. When the trip is completed, the performance will be over, the drama will end, and when it is time to go, I will return empty-handed and take nothing away. In that case, why should people carry such heavy bags on that journey?

Walking step by step along the time and space, I am a little tired, a little staggered and a little down and out. The complicated world that has been disturbed in succession has made people dizzying, and the mind that has already been hollowed out has been overwhelmed. At this moment, I feel how beautiful and precious these quiet and comfortable years are. Learn to empty your memory, unload the load, free up space, clean up the garbage, and kill the virus, so that the life without luggage can run a safe and quiet journey easily.

when the morning is over, the prime of life will never come again. There is nothing to do, but the flowers fall, and it seems like deja vu. Gone years, like the flowing water of the Yangtze River, are gone forever. Empty lament, "Drunkenness is a song, life geometry, such as morning dew, going to Japan is more bitter." Time flies, sighing that life is short and time is ruthless. In a hurry, I don't stop to wait for a journey because of my melancholy. Wandering hard and dragging your tired body and mind, it is better to subtract the excessive load, the emotional extravagant hope, the fame and fortune that were originally things outside your body, and try to see if your body and mind will feel light, comfortable and carefree.

Looking at the red leaves outside the window, I let the west wind blow, and the fallen branches and leaves in the sunset, the ground is full of autumn yellow. The leaves have withered and withered, just like the old face, and the former luster and huafang have passed away, without the waist and beauty that danced with the wind when growing on the tree. In the past, when the spring breeze blew, dancing leaves held their heads high and sang that "Hua Hua" song, just like a proud princess, showing their charm and wonderful. In fact, isn't a leaf like life? In spring, tender green shoots sprout from the branches, just like a newborn baby, delicate and full of infinite vitality and expectation.

With the change of time, the tree buds gradually grow into leaves, just like a teenager in life becomes an adult. The enthusiasm of summer, the peak of life, is the time to see the world through wind and rain. Like the midday sun, it has become more mature and vigorous. It is also the time to show and play. After the high noon sun, I gradually saw the setting sun. When the setting sun went down, only pieces of fallen leaves bowed their heads and curled up in the setting sun, and the life of leaves came to an end. Leaves are like life.

"The wind blows the sadness away, but the rain beats the sadness.". The hole in the heart is hollowed out. An empty shell expresses the growth of the years vividly. Finally, like the dripping autumn rain, it hit the broken leaves. The fireworks are so beautiful in an instant, and the mess after blooming is also very sad. People only pay attention to the beauty of the butterfly that opens the screen, but they don't pay attention to the dedication of the chrysalis. They only see the beauty of silk and satin, and no one pays attention to the spring silkworm that gave up its last life after spinning.

one world, one deduction, one aging. Time, even though Qin Shihuang searched hard, did not find the elixir of immortality. In front of time, whether it is a dignitary or an ordinary person, it is the fairest thing in the world, and no one can keep it. We obey the arrangement of time father. Wandering around the world. Whether it is beautiful or ugly, it is nothing more than a ferry of the soul.

as time goes by, I have been with you for many years, and the years are quiet and good.