The charm of life may lie in the fact that every day is new and full of possibilities. The days are new and impossible to repeat, life is new and not experienced before. Every day we spend is experiencing the novelty of life and trying the infinite possibilities of life.
When we were children, the years were the colorful fairy tale books. Each page carries our curiosity and fantasy about the unknown world. We imagined ourselves like Cinderella, wearing crystal slippers and attending a gorgeous ball; Or like Sun Wukong, a somersault cloud can turn over 108,000 miles and roam the world freely. At that time, the years were full of innocent imagination, like colorful bubbles, floating lightly in the air.
As the years go by, the years become laughter companions, bright classrooms, large willow trees at the edge of the village, and small hills behind the houses. By the river, in the back of the house, at the quiet desk, there are countless reveries, imagining that the future self will be a shining scientist, a suave artist, a doctor who saves lives, or a knowledgeable teacher. Those days, though bumpy, barren, and full of desolation, have shone brightly in our minds until now.
Time is like magic, and sometimes it's like an intricate web. The challenges of work, the pressure of moving forward, and the trivialities of life sometimes make it difficult for us to move forward. But even so, we still keep that whimsical corner in our hearts. Maybe in the dead of night, fantasizing about a trip that you can just go; Maybe it's in the busy interval, looking forward to having a warm home and a quiet courtyard in the future.
The years are like a silent witness, staggering and accompanying us from the mountains to the mountains, from youth to wrinkled faces. It has witnessed our laughter and tears, our successes and failures. In the long river of time, we will meet all kinds of people, some of whom are like meteors, leaving a short and brilliant light; Some people are like stars, always by our side, giving warmth and strength.
The wind is uncertain, and people are impermanent. No one's life is the same, and no one's life is the same from year to year. Today's gorgeous scenery may be a mess tomorrow. Today the clouds are bleak, tomorrow may be full of sunshine.
Time is always beyond our imagination. This kind of transcendence always makes us have both a fear and a longing, both a apprehension, and a curiosity and expectation.
