Time to cook rain

Time is so cruel. He teaches you to grow up in his own way. Whether you are willing or not, you have to follow his footsteps. If you can't walk, he will drag you. If he runs, you have to follow him. No matter what, you will always be behind him and cannot catch up with him.

Time boils the rain, and the years sew flowers. Some people are far away, but they are close; some people are close, and they are far away. Life is a cup of tea, people and affairs are elusive, entangled in divisions and unions, entangled in separation and separation, endless separation and reunion of fate, endless sorrow and joy.

Time is like a river. The left bank is the unforgettable memories, the right bank is the youth worth grasping, and what flows quickly in the middle is the faint sadness of youth. There are many beautiful things in the world, but not many that truly belong to you. In this chaotic secular world, it is also a state to be able to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart.

Pick up a fallen leaf of time, cut it into the most beautiful memories, let the wind blow gently, and let the distant dreams be melodious. Only remember the floating past, send messages to the plain notes among the flowers, leave the sadness of the fallen leaves, the poetry of the distance, the drunkenness of last night, the indifference of today, and forget all the thoughts in the wind.

Time will leave behind the truest feelings. Time can witness feelings, expose lies, see through falsehoods, and make the truth more real.

Time can heal wounds, make people open-minded, allow frivolity to settle, and relieve sadness. Thank you for your time, which makes the real more real and the good better. Thanks to time, the strong ones become thicker and the weak ones become lighter. The sifting of time allows you to see people's hearts and emotions clearly. The company of time makes you understand yourself and know how to cherish it.

Time uses its unique and mean way to make us gradually more tolerant and understand that no matter how we are treated by life, we must still promise ourselves that there will be sunshine tomorrow.

"I think silence is a sign of growth, and the sign of maturity is how to be silent."

The fingers are too wide, the time is too thin, and life is really short. . Looking back suddenly, I was surprised to realize that it was too late. Those things that I couldn't bear to let go and those that I couldn't forget were finally frozen into the scenery.

Some things gradually fade away. You know that they existed, but you have forgotten how they existed. As we continue to grow, we eventually miss some seasons, some things, and some people.

When tomorrow becomes today, becomes yesterday, and finally becomes a day that is no longer important in our memory, we suddenly find that time is always related to vicissitudes, and impermanence is the normal state of life.

Flowers bloom for a season, people live for a lifetime, and only time is safe and sound. Those wrong turns, those tears shed, those drops of sweat, no matter good or bad, ultimately made me who I am now. Some things are destined to become stories, and some people are destined to become old friends. There is no need to worry about or miss them.

If I could, I would like to become a gust of wind. Although I can only stay by your side for a while, I am willing and will not regret it. I set out from the early morning, bringing with me the fresh fragrance of flowers, passing by the stream, bringing with me the musical blessings, and the fresh green leaves with the liveliness of youth.

It was already afternoon, and with the heat of the sun, I finally found you as the sun set. I gently caressed your cheek, and with the remaining coolness, you smiled, Sure enough, it was as warm as I imagined, and then I had to leave. Although I only touched it once, I was a gust of wind, destined that I could not stay.

We will all grow old and lose the passion and heroism of the past. But it will leave its own traces in this world. Walk in time, live in cherishment, time boils the rain, and the past is like rain.

We promised not to separate, but to be together all the time, even if we are against time, even if we are against the whole world. You must understand this kind of emotion. If you do, you must spend time with the people you love and your family. Don’t let the people who love you and your family get hurt. You must always be together!