Is there a beautiful sentence that describes the years without words?

Three years later, we went our separate ways, you are you, I am me, you have your spring flowers and autumn moon, I have my years of tranquility. Maybe in all the destined partings, we will bless each other like this. For example, love when I was a student.

You think you are parting with him and love, but in fact, you are parting with a period of time and your youth. ‍‍

How many memories are worth combing, how much time is worth pursuing, but I don't know how many times the peach blossoms are red in our dreams. Looking back suddenly, the time of the years is scattered in the face of the season, mottled with memories, and the old Shaohua plucks the strings. ‍‍

Is it really old? Still people are not old, the mentality is advanced, in the process of fading over the years, constantly thinking that they are old, old, naturally in this year of thinking about the real old, the years, really unforgiving. ‍‍

I don't have any feelings for him anymore, I don't love her anymore. Why is this happening? It turns out that our love has been lost to the years.

Anything, there is an answer in the end, and if you look for it in a hurry, what you miss is the quiet of the years. It's like saying that everything in the world is predestined, and what should come will come eventually. If you insist on looking for it, you are losing the time to enjoy life. ‍‍

I always record my thoughts anytime and anywhere, and a new notepad, I name it the Broken Thoughts of Regret. In the rainy days, quietly feel the feelings in the rain, leave the loneliness to the years, and leave the simplicity to yourself. ‍‍

The hourglass of time slowly eroded the future into a memory, and when the wind and candle were in their last years, there was only the ocean of clear water full of memories until it was lost in the hand, waiting to fall into endless darkness. ‍‍

The time is very short, the end of the world is far away, and the mountains and rivers in the future, overnight, I will finish quietly. If you accidentally get lost and fall into the water, you should also remember that there is a river called rebirth. Anywhere in the world, it can grow; Wherever you go, you want to be.

Then don't come to me, and I won't come to you. Guarding the remaining years, watching a period of quiet time, the present world is stable.

May you have a bright future from the past, free from disease and hardship. The river can be crossed, the lonely wine can be drunk, the blue sky is white, the sea and the sky are broad, and you can soar. Since then, you and I have not seen each other, and the years have been peaceful.

You are the clear left behind by the spring breeze, the warm sun of the golden wind and jade dew, the bright fire of the hot day and the summer moon, and the stars left by the snow and the wind. The so-called heat and coldness of the world coincides with the young and frivolous, not knowing the original appearance of being a human being, not knowing the sores and soft hearts of the world, and being like a lost lamb on the long road of life, you are the only direction