Please help me write a prose poem with Fleeting Light, Instant Eternity .

The wind blows away the past, like smoke.

It's all about the past. The Chinese New Year can't help but pass.

Full of melancholy. How can you bear to look back.

It's often things that change people, but people can't change things.

Floating light, melting the tears that have been frozen for thousands of years.

What do we remember and what do we forget?

Many years from now, maybe we'll all forget about each other.

We will eventually understand that there is nothing that we can't get by, it's just that we have been standing there and refusing to leave.

If pride is not photographed by the cold sea of reality, how can you know how to work hard.

The Illuminati will come only for a long time with patience.

If something can last forever, it's even if it's gone.

It's a happy life.

There's no need to make yourself feel sorry for anyone.

Alas... I'm also a junior high school student... Why don't you just use mine?

I didn't dare to blink, I was afraid that the moment I blinked, you would disappear. I don't dare to sigh, I'm afraid that when you sigh, you will be blurred, but those flashing pictures are still engraved with your figure, but they are already white, blurred, and suspended.

Foreword; Is there a kind of ballad that makes people can't help but cry.

Is there a big river that makes people lose their souls?

There is no big bird that makes people feel apocalyptic.

Body; The ballad sounded, two lines of water columns, how could they be worth the eternal autumn.

Throughout the ages, who can still sit and watch the world.

The great river is gone, so how dare people go to overlook.

I'm afraid that the river will leave, and I won't leave any memories.

The big bird covers the sky, covers the whole sun, dies and returns to the forest, a few years later, the big peng covers the sky, how many people believe?

Many things happen in a short moment, but they will become ...... eternal memory

A moment of touch, a moment of change, a moment of care, and of course, a moment of grief ......

Pain, what is it exactly? Uncomfortable again and again, crying silently, resentful? Or is it the twists and turns in the heart, the ripples that can't be calmed for a long time?

Pain, is it hurtful? Or touching?

Is eternity real? Or is it fake?

What is the intrinsic connection between pain and eternity?

Because of the pain, it will be unforgettable; Because of pain, it will become an eternal memory; Because pain arises in that moment, pain belongs to a moment.

Pain hurts, eternity is real, just like that carat of tears, no matter what kind of modifier is used, tears will always belong to the real.

My heart hurts, no matter how I cover it up, no matter how I hide it, the notepad can change any illusion, the pain between the lines, the pain of the ink fragrance, the pain is so sad, the tears of pain can't stop flowing.

Enough pain, tired of crying, what is left? A string of traces of pity, what else? No, maybe there are memories of yesterday, but is that the happiness that you can feel when you recall?

Maybe in our lives: there is no yesterday at all, and yesterday's joy or sorrow will pass away with the wind, don't pay attention to it, don't blame ......

The lovely six words of "eternity for a moment" will be turned into a blue character mark, ...... bit by bit

PS: Non-original].