Someone told me what it means to walk in the cold wind and have time to cook rain.

What everyone cherishes will eventually become a dark lamp in the streamer. What matters is not "cherish", nor about time, nor "dim light", but "everyone". Rain accumulates new soil, faults pile up high to form new river banks, and new flowers bloom on the river banks. But this flower no longer belongs to you and me.

Rain washed away smoke and dust, but it never gave people a clear world. The petals falling in the rain fell into the soil and were never found again. That flower is called over. At this time, the rain is still watering, everything is reborn and finally forgotten.

After all, people are great and know how to stay. Putting food in the refrigerator can slow down the decay of food. We turn the memory of the past into light and shadow and make it immortal. We really did it, but what was really worth cherishing was forgotten. People are still not smart enough. All they can do is "slow down", not "forever"!

Those old days often make me think, is it time to boil it into rain, or time to boil these proud past events into rain. Water all the new students and cover up yesterday's glory.

Those who have been away for a long time, those beautiful people are beautiful things, those are just some people's things!

Time cooks rain, the past is like rain, remember it is not the wind!