Time is a changing song, time is a vicissitudes of books, the years are a zigzag river, the years are a bumpy road. The years have come, the swallows have gone, and there are times when they come. Willows have withered away, and they will bloom again. But time flies away, and we have only the meteors streak through the dim long sky. In the face of it, I am blankly, I live in the years, but not the slightest bit of pity for it. Time changing, from slave to democracy, from wildness to civilization, from war to settle, from behind to the advanced, all these changes are soaked in years, history shows us with the time, I lived in years, for changing the miracle. Days maturity, how long time in it seems just a shooting star moment, the ancient working people to our left a vicissitudes of life and brilliant achievements, into a line of words, is under the footsteps of years. I live in the years, the years reappear the history. The years trance, looking back on my path, the mystery, the distance is like a mirage, this may be my hesitation, this may be my choice. I live in the years, the years like the hemp, and I hold on to myself. The years are most easily lost, like a forest, lush but blurred, like a desert, flat but vast. Be firm, identify yourself, trust yourself, define the course of life, build a ship, fight with the wind and waves, not show weakness, and sail to the destination. What is it that I am living in? The cloud away gently, the wind gradually cease, years after leaving some crow's feet, hurried away, leaving only a brief candle, send out faint fluorescence, reflects a face, mother is getting older, in the long river of time goes by, she flashed, embedded in my life. I live in the years, the years, the timer of my life; I live in the years, the years, the pioneers of my life. Years are like songs, change is many, miracle is the engraving of erosion; Time is like a book, the vicissitudes are old, the brilliancy is the sparkling crease; Time is like a river, zigzag winding, the goal is eternal course; Time, like road, bumpy, faith is a firm sail.
