Years pass by your fingertips, and the world of mortals is a little thin and cool, and the dust is thin all the way. Come and go, drifting away and getting closer, all like a wisp of wind, sweeping through the window lattice, and then silently. Thousands of young people can't resist a frost. When the cold wind tore at the leaves and the flowing water covered the withered petals, we found that the years were so heartless, and we were so small and vulnerable. A flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi, leaves and flowers will always be separated. The terminal of life always ends in separation, so walking in the world of mortals, why bother to entangle who is the only one and who is the only one? Why not base ourselves on the present, cherish every fate and cherish it.
Time is like water. It's easy to change if it's wasted. After years of elutriation, a pure beauty came into being. Today is not what it used to be. In the memory of yesterday, a faint, shallow smile has entered the heart. The wind passed through my brow, and when I look back, I still dream of smiling. A dull heart, penetrating deep still water, makes a slight ripple, quietly winding the warmth of human feelings. Time flies, and after all, we can't keep the fleeting Chinese New Year. We can only simplify the fragrance, express a simple and elegant feeling, and write down the lasting appeal given by the fleeting time.