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Time flies, years are ruthless, life is vicissitudes of life, the past is like smoke. What does it mean?

Time flies, the years are ruthless, life in a strange place, and the world is full of vicissitudes. The fleeting time urges everyone to grow old. But when we looked back at dusk, we realized that we had changed beyond recognition, as if we were in another world! The once sunny spring has passed away silently without noticing. When I look at myself in the mirror, the thin crow's feet at the corners of my eyes will make me feel strange, and I can't help but feel a sense of sadness and loss in my heart. Countless past events, like a tap turned on, are out of control and appear before our eyes one by one.

Time is a river, a river of life. When we really enter our thirties, we are busy with endless household chores, such as cooking, washing clothes, studying, and picking up and dropping off our children. and the physical and mental health of the elderly. Unknowingly, we have entered middle age and are moving towards old age. Suddenly, we realize that time gives us more than just knowledge, experience, experience, maturity and wisdom. That is, you must unconditionally accept its joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. . As we enter middle age, our children grow up, but unfortunately we ourselves grow older. The saddest thing is that our own parents and relatives left us one by one. Although we all understand that life and death are the inevitable laws of life, the bone-breaking pain is truly unforgettable. The Master said on the river: "The passing away is like this." Whether you are a successful person in your career or an unknown nobody, as time goes by, you will never return. The young people passing by have turned into white-haired old men, and the green grass will wither and turn yellow in the blink of an eye.

It is said that life is like a rainbow. Because of this rainbow, the world has a radiant style. Life is a small grass. There is strength in weakness. Life is like a surging river. Perhaps it is because of the surging life that life becomes more magnificent. When we stand on the edge of life, look back and then look forward. Looking back, we have lived a lifetime. What is the purpose of this life? We work hard to get ahead or to become famous in the world, but there are only a few people who can become famous in the world. It is impossible for everyone to be remembered in history and be famous throughout the ages. So if we look forward, will there be nothing? No matter what, life goes on day by day, and we are filled with so many trivial things in life, such as rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea and so on. But after all, we have gone through green spring, red summer, yellow autumn, and white winter. In the cycle of four seasons, he plays countless different roles and performs his own life.

As long as people believe in themselves, they can still be saved. In the ups and downs of the sea of ??people, what we must believe and insist on should be our original vision and passion. People grow old, but the heart never grows old. After we have been wandering in this world for a long time, we will always feel a sense of emptiness. At this time, we can open up our memories to taste the hardships of the past, give our souls a holiday, and perhaps reflect on the upcoming journey. Looking forward, connecting your life with memories will make your life more purposeful and bring you more sincere and real joy. Time is like a violent wind in the distance, blowing down trees and scattering dust, but it will never blow the eternal string between people's hearts and memories. Just like a birthmark on a child, once it is printed, it will last forever, and the memory will not grow old with the passage of time.

In the desolation, the creatures in the maple forest are rolled up. Every maple leaf "will have its final destination." Every time you pick up a leaf and carefully observe its veins, you will find that it is different from other leaves. The differences are because they each have their own stories deep in their memories. Each story contains its greatness, and each leaf has its heart-stirring place. Perhaps this is the meaning of "every branch and leaf is always related to love" The most essential part of it. Time flows with joy and pain. On its journey, there are thrilling swells, unexpected reefs and whirlpools that can lead to life and death...

The torrent of memory is the sand in life, being abraded and swept away by the torrent of time, but it seems that The ripple marks on Ruo'an become clearer and more profound the more they are washed away. Maybe it's because when people reach middle age, in addition to a sense of wistfulness, emotion, and memories, they also gain more insights into life. More tolerance, more thinking, more relief, more cherishing, and a calm mind. In fact, the road of life is just one step at a time, each with its own artistic conception and experience. When people reach middle age, they have a different feeling in their hearts. If you continue to move forward, you will reach the age when you understand destiny, listen to your ears, and do whatever you want, and you will understand the true meaning of life in the twilight of life. We will also be more calm, so we turn into falling red and return to the earth.

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As time goes by, the past is like smoke. The years rush by without any regard for the feelings of the people passing by. She didn't even look back for a moment, let alone stop and wait for someone. This is like passing water in the east, indifferent and determined to have its own way. The years are still like quicksand, quietly slipping away from people's fingers. You can't catch them, you can't keep them, you can only let them fly away and disappear...

The flowers bloom and fall, the clouds roll and relax, the years are here. Seasons and climates rotate in rotation, and all things in nature and the human world are all cyclical and reinvigorated over the years. In the years, we have successes, failures, youth, and morbidities. These may be important to a certain individual, but in the years, they are common. The years are like a kind old man, observing these quietly, and giving them time to time. These inspirations of life can make the proud people more aware of the dangers, so that the disappointed people can start anew.

“If you look at it as it changes, then the heaven and earth could not last a moment; if you look at it as if it doesn’t change, then things and I are endless.” After understanding all this, time will be like this to people. Nothing profound.

When we were children, we wanted to grow up, but when we grew up, we extremely missed our innocent childhood. When we were young, we were high-spirited, pointing out the country, and stimulating writing. And regret. The siege of time, those who go in want to get out, and those who come out reminisce, but what is the use of these, you can never get out of the "years" catastrophe of life and death.

So, please slow down the speed of running in the years, slow down a little more, stop and rest when appropriate, and start again. Please run with a smile, talk to the flowers and plants on the roadside, or tell them old-fashioned stories from the past...