A selection of beautiful essays about the years.

Falling leaves know autumn, friendship is like wine, the wind is getting colder, and you are happy and carefree. Time flies, suddenly looking back, a greeting remains. The following is a beautiful essay about the years I selected for your appreciation.

Selected American essays on years: years are like songs.

I haven't listened to many classic old songs for a long time. If they are played back, they will always arouse infinite emotion. With a thousand emotions, time flies, and a few decades, we grow old unconsciously with the passage of time, and the years are like songs, leaving only the past flying in our dreams.

At that time, there were no televisions, computers and mobile phones, and tape recorders were the most advanced electrical appliances. The best entertainment is listening to songs. The songs of Jacky Cheung and Mai were very popular at that time. The songs they sang at that time were very popular and familiar. Jacky Cheung's Goodbye, A Thousand Sad Reasons, Friends of Emil Wakin Chau, Flower Heart, Clouds Made of Rain in the Wheat Wind, Whose Tears are Flying, etc. They are all classics of that era, and I can never get tired of listening to them. Their songs accompanied me through my youth. Hearing those familiar melodies will always bring back many memories of that era. At that time, I had just entered the society, was inexperienced and worked in a factory. I have no distractions or desires. In our spare time, these songs accompanied us through many lonely times. Although lonely, they are not bored. Now, hearing these old songs is just like yesterday, as if they are close at hand, but they feel distant and out of touch. As the years go by, the years get older.

In this way, the years in my twenties passed by in a hurry, blooming like flowers in the most beautiful season, and dying silently, like running water. We were pushed by the wheel of time, leaving the most beautiful memories on the way forward. We picked them up and discarded them on the road. These classic old songs remind us again and again, open the dusty door of our memory, and the past flashes and projects in our minds.

Moved to Shenzhen in the 1990s and worked in a bar at night. Every day, May's songs are played in the bar listening to the sea. Can I hug you? At that time, I never got tired of listening to songs like liberation, so I didn't feel lonely at night. Now I always think of these songs with great feelings. Those days were neither tolerant nor painful. What is unbearable is that life in the second line is lonely and boring. The bitter thing is that I don't believe in tears when I work. Fortunately, I met many good sisters there. These good sisters come from all corners of the country. Fate brought us together and wrote a song of friendship. There are joys and sorrows, but fate has separated us thousands of miles. After all these years, there is no contact. At that time, when I left, my thoughts took root and sprouted, and I had more concerns and expectations in my heart. Are you okay in the distance? I want to relive the old dreams of that year, but I hate that the years are ruthless and thousands of miles apart, and I have met each other far away, but I am deeply concerned.

Life is a long journey, with smooth roads and bumps; There are thorns and flowers; There are joys and sorrows in life journey; There are gatherings and departures; Keep going on the journey, laugh at life and treat wine as a song, so that you can live freely.

Selected American essays on years: years give birth to fragrance, but they are silent well-being.

The wind is lighter than a stranger, and along the thread of time, it takes away a ray of sunshine, holds out a fragrance, and gently places a fragrance of the years of runoff in the memory of the depths of the years. The secular Zen fragrance is simple and indifferent, Shui Yue's dance is full of tenderness, her eyebrows are clear and affectionate, and her dreams pass by lightly.

Lush season, but also has a faint fragrance. In the beauty of a city, the smile blooming in the wind, the shyness of hiding like a girl, and the beautiful pictures between mountains and rivers are incisively and vividly. A little light cloud floats by, feeling like a graceful place in fairyland.

An inch of square paper, pen and ink flow thousands of miles. An unforgettable heart stays in the alley of time, waiting for the wind to come, waiting for the rain to come, waiting for the charming look back and affectionate gaze. Time is kind, sending a tree to bloom brilliantly; The world of mortals is rolling and prosperous, and along the way, it has gone through a period of helplessness and autumn coolness.

The world of mortals never lacks tenderness. If there is too much, I am afraid it will make you sad. If tenderness is nothing more than water, it is always a pity. But I really like that kind of plain, casual, brilliant and pure.

The years are deep, but the time in my heart is very shallow. The morning sun shines through the window to the lovesickness in my heart. Maybe the dream breeze shouldn't come here. People who practice are always in a hurry on the road, and in a faint smile, it is teenagers who come out of their hearts.

The storm of life has changed the fireworks of the world; A cup of light tea precipitates a circle of tenderness. Lonely and quiet, the wind in Shan Ye is very long. The beauty of time is to keep the warmth of the heart. There are not so many coincidences in life, and the company is not long. Mutual understanding is the best heart between dust.

There is always a feeling of not being together, only in my heart; There is always a fate, that is, passing away, only in dreams, joys and sorrows. It doesn't matter how far the distance is, just a heart that knows each other. There is no such thing as human feelings. When you are speechless, your soft words will get drunk with a piece of paper.

Whose eyes are always in your heart? Whose heart will not be stopped by others? The moon is full of rain and shine, and people have joys and sorrows. If shallow, people's hearts are weak; Far away, people change. Love in the world is really hard to say.

The weather is always warm, and Mika will last for a long time. It is a beautiful softness, indifferent to the fate of dust, and let it sit in simple happiness with the temperature of the years. The heart is strange, the mountains and rivers enter the heart, not surprised and not disturbed, the breeze is blowing, and the years are winding. ...

In the Qingming time, waiting for someone to come, but for whom to untie the acacia buckle? For me, I smile with my eyebrows down, light a flower fragrance between my fingers, put a window in a gust of wind, and let my faint heart let go of the lightness that flows away.

Watch the Zen, and listen to the sound of flowers according to the meaning of Qinglian. A gentle thought falls on a piece of paper, and that piety is just like a secular heart. Safe in the soul, the soul will not be lonely. In the faint fireworks, for a period of time, with the time of Lan Yu, a kind of quiet serenity flowed.

It has been many years since the flowers of fate bloomed. Or there is a faint fragrance of the moon shadow, but it is already cold in autumn. Thousands of tender feelings are all in a smile. The wind and rain are long, every day is filled with the warmth of the soul, and countless flowers fall, silently in a Ye Jing and a warm rain, and finally fall in poetic autumn.

Selected essays on years: picking up the sunshine of years

I have been following the footsteps of words, looking for what I left behind in the years. On the road covered with fallen flowers in these years, no matter how many times I have dreamed of memories, I still tread on the lingering fragrance of the past and make long and endless journeys again and again.

As time goes by, the four seasons cycle. No matter how the world changes, all the past will eventually disappear in the time of streamer immersion. Let a natural and casual calm, including a happy smile, dye a piece of paper with the warmth of dust in the ups and downs of pen and ink.

In the depths of time, holding a gentle hand, lingering in my heart that shallow delicacy and gentleness, that quiet warmth, dripping a touch of peace in my brow. Therefore, every time I recall the past events that stayed in the years, there will be different joys and sorrows, and every day's life is endowed with the beauty of Zen.

No one can walk on the same road forever in one's life. Just as I feel happy, it is because I have experienced pain. Your attitude towards life determines what kind of life you should live. What the years have left you is actually what you gave to the years in the previous days.

It's not that time is heartless, it's that you hate it, and it will repay your pain; Time is also sentimental, you make it happy, and it will make you happy. Sometimes, the beauty of life lies not in how much you can get, but in the fact that even if you encounter difficulties, you can still harvest beauty in the years you walk.

I don't know why, every time the frost and snow sway, I always wait at the intersection of time, waiting for the arrival of spring. Perhaps this is just a natural yearning for beauty in everyone's heart. All this is only because I believe that in life, there is only fate held up by sunshine, and there is no hope brought by darkness.

Always in a pillow of moonlight, vaguely shed a little desolation of the past. Unintentionally flowing fragments of time instantly hurt the inner softness. In the moonlight, the warm and fragrant silence finally calmed the mottled time. In those years, the fragrance and softness flowing in the pears made the faint memory condense the silent color of the night into an indifferent static beauty in a shallow smile.

According to the footprint of time, earthly fireworks, every dawn or dusk, there will be lush years, quietly marching, again and again, in the peace of mind, all the way to quiet peace.

The wind and rain are long, but time always passes too fast. Thousands of days and nights, no matter how long the time has passed, only the wandering fine pen silently wrote a pious Bodhi in my heart.

In the world of mortals, there are always some memories worthy of nostalgia, so that you can look back quietly in the depths of your soul in shallow thoughts; In life, there are always some meetings and departures. Only after the past, did I understand that only by turning tears into smiles can I live up to the treasure of love that has been given to me over the years.

True love is not having, but knowing. So some feelings would rather be lost, but also for the happiness of the person who is worth paying. The moon shines in the mirror in the dust, and the sadness and joy do not fall with the fate. You come, I promise to be gentle; You left, and I smiled with Zen mind. A pure heart is the warmest agarwood; Happiness is the best perfection.

Life is not always as strong as wine and as light as tea. After the misty rain, the sky is still clear, and all the wishes in my heart have been properly realized in a plain color. Clear eyes, in this clear world, will be indifferent to the past, and write a fresh poem in the scenery of butterfly dancing flowers.

The pain of life is not for one person alone. In the face of interference and setbacks, smile and look down on gains and losses. I believe that every understanding will only make life stronger. Life is my own, and my heart is full of happiness. No matter how difficult it is, as long as there is a ray of sunshine, I will still see that happy self.

Time always gives people tenderness. And fate always paints life with simple plain colors. Don't care about the vicissitudes and hardships of the years, it will only enrich your life. Life will not stay in the dust of nostalgia forever, even if there are more regrets, at the moment when you open your heart, you will be greeted by a bright and calm window.