Looking back at the past, I will not regret wasting my years, nor will I be ashamed of my inaction
I have forgotten the past like smoke, and my heart is selfless and wide-open
Paul. Korchagin "When he recalls the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed for doing nothing."
Time flies and never comes back, the past can only be recalled
Grief is overwhelming, remembering the bitter and sweet, recalling the past, thousands of thoughts, mentioning old things again, picking up flowers in the morning and evening, still fresh in the memory, never forgetting, unable to look back, feeling the past and present, reviewing the past and learning the new, endless aftertaste, unforgettable
p>Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to talk about the desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small xuan window. They look at each other without saying anything. Only a thousand tears can be shed. It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year. On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
The rain is gurgling outside the curtains, and the mood of spring is fading. The quilt can't bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for pleasure. Don't lean on the railing when you are alone. There are boundless rivers and mountains. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowers fall when the water flows and the spring is gone. There is no world in the sky.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves are gathering and scattering, the cold ducks are frightened again when they are roosting, I miss each other and know when we will meet each other, but it is embarrassing at this time and this night