Years, is a wrinkled book

Years are like heavy dreams, an old castle, a wooden house that has been in disrepair, and the dust of the vicissitudes of life. When you face them, the momentary shock is enough to fill the emptiness of life.

A sincere heart, and then feel the power of life, as if it is no longer an old castle, broken bridge, wooden house, it is like a story that is fixed in a dream, there are many things to tell, but there are many dreams What to say, just wait for the heart of the people, quietly walk in and slowly interpret.

Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going? Many questions seem to be inscrutable. In fact, it is nothing more than the end of life. When you look at it, when you are imagining the moment, you realize that it is the answer. There is no standard that can be used. It can be used. Draw a circle that cannot be crossed.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, whether it is Zhuang Zhouhua Butterfly or Butterfly Change Zhuang Zhou, is telling the same story, has a realistic skinny, and a little dreamy illusion and embarrassment.

When you have some insights, you see the shimmering glimmer of life and see the ambiguous beauty revealed by the clouds. You feel worthwhile, or don't take it, it's enough.

Experience is like a collection of wine, the more you can hide the loneliness of time, the more you can give off the rich aroma, the wine is no longer a mundane custom, its mellow, only the people buried at that time know, its lonely only The bright moon at that time understood.

Sometimes slowly entering the simplicity of the mind, it is easy to make memories last forever, there is no love at first sight, no dazzling and dazzling bones, in retrospect, it is still so clear.

Some things stick to the outer cortex, a gust of wind, a shower, even if disappeared without a trace. Some of the past, into your flowing blood, let the time slip away, the initial feeling does not go, the initial feelings remain unchanged.

This is why people see ancient things, the passion of life is revived at that moment, and the lost fighting spirit is replenished at that moment.

In front of them, we are more like a lost child, in the face of many unsatisfactory and overwhelmed, in the face of injustice and do not know how to be free. The vicissitudes of life and the strong atmosphere here don't allow you to have extra ideas. With the dull buildings in front of you, you can slowly imagine the legends associated with them. There are no scripts to refer to, everything you think of. , are good opportunities not to be missed.

The past glory and glory have been deeply imprinted, no matter how you understand, you can talk about that thick history book.

Your past is the present of others, your present, the past of others.

It’s like the beginning of a dream, already declaring the end of another dream, your story, your dream, in fact, just telling a story.