When you get old, the world will be much more beautiful than it is now
When you get old and the sun still shines warmly on the branches of the tree, can we sit peacefully under the tree and listen to the sound of flowers blooming.
When you get old, the world will be much more beautiful than it is now. Walking on the roads we used to rush through when we were young, looking at the cities we built with sweat. Perhaps at that time, what surged in my heart was not only a sense of pride, but also more joy and ease.
When you are old and the children have grown up, our mentality will not be young anymore. Bathed in the sunshine, we can quietly roam through the tunnel of time. At that time, you were swept by the familiar figure or the unforgettable memory in your heart.
When you are old and your steps are slow, perhaps the most desired thing at that time is to have someone who will accompany you all the way, standing by your side, never tired of listening to you tell stories that you have never finished in your life.
When you get old, our focus is no longer on people, but on nature. At that time, all our love, all our emotions, will merge into our infinite admiration for nature. Only then will there be a state of mind and time to quietly appreciate the beauty and harmony of nature.
When you are old, our hearts are like a calm lake, no longer able to stir up any waves. At that time, we will quietly gaze at the blue sky, use our thoughts to fly past years, and let the kite of youth fly freely in the fertile field of our hearts.
When you are old, taste a cup of fragrant tea and listen to an old song of time. We will cherish love, family and friendship more, and cherish every dawn and dusk. Life is like a gyroscope, constantly rotating, and we will eventually move from the current prime to the day of aging.
When you are old, recalling every moment of sweetness and bitterness today, you will calmly look back and smile. How many misty and rainy buildings, how many sorrows and helplessness, will all disappear with the wind in this look back smile.
Every cycle of life is a process of blooming and falling flowers. When the flowers bloom, they bloom to the fullest. When the flowers wither, there will be a colorful place, and there will be regretless youth.