Tall and majestic, I have been looking forward to the arrival of this feeling, just like a weeping willow swaying in early spring, I keep praying for the elegance of a well-proportioned tree. This day is always like a faint afterglow, which makes people infinitely beautiful because it is not far from their dreams. In the prosperous years of spring, I also moored my sailboat in the harbor of 14 years old. Hope precipitated in the wind and waves, and I was ruthlessly hit, but my heart was more comforted and more secure. The wind is still blowing violently, with the dust of the attack, but my arms are filled with infinite strength and my heart is more. When the green trees in spring are raised again, I understand that I have grown up, I am strong, and I don't have to be helpless anymore.
A dream in my heart seems to be nearby. When I set sail again, I was no longer impatient and lonely, because now I have the sweet singing of orioles, the gentle encouragement of willows and the fighting spirit of geese flying. ...
When the lost years appear slightly in the strong wind, just like a calligraphy falling into a lake and rippling, just like green beads splashing in all directions, I suddenly feel endless worries in the morning light. Looking at the tenderness precipitated in the red clouds, I realize that I can no longer pick up the innocence and chic of the past. Looking forward to the past, I remember when I was a child, I always squatted by the mud wall, collecting layers of stones, looking at the traces left by the long history on the stones and the reflections of ancient times. As if the momentum of the passage of time, I seem to see the pride of "He" fighting for the battlefield with a sharp blade in his hand and his unyielding ambition to stand on the top of the mountain. Looking at these stones, I always feel proud, and my heart is always churning. Even when I was completely ashamed, I never had such a clear heart when I grew up.
Perhaps I once enjoyed the most unique sincerity when the sunshine was the most subtle, but now the bright sunshine, blue sky and the charm of afterglow will all disappear. Looking back suddenly, I found that the original innocence remained the same.
How elegant the exciting one-year-old is, and the endless journey will rise again.