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岁月是怎样地悄然而逝呀,还没来得及回味这流逝的分分秒秒的滋味,三百六十五个日子就即将编织成一张五彩的云锦,在你我的眼前婀娜生姿呢。聪明的人儿,请告诉我,这云锦会有什么样的图案、什么样的色彩呢?因为你是织工,你是它的主人呢!你说,日子就是你手中的丝,它是你织布时的纬线,而你的存在就是经线。纬线是你生命的宽度,全然掌握在你的手中。经线是你生命的长度,这在你的掌控之外。在这世上,有很多我们无法把握的东西,那就不要强求,顺其自然。而那些我们可以把握的,就要凭借岁月的翅膀,让它们飞得更高,绽放得更美,渲染得更多
How the years have quietly passed away, have not had time to recollect the passing of the taste of the passage of time, three hundred and sixty-five days is about to weave a multicolored Brocade, graceful in front of you and me it. Please tell me, what kind of color is this kind of pattern? Because you are a weaver, you are the owner of it! You say that day is the silk in your hand, it is you Weft when weaving, and your existence is the warp. Weft is the width of your life, completely in your hands. The longitude is the length of your life, which is beyond your control. In this world, there are many things we can not grasp, then do not insist, let it be. And those we can grasp, we must rely on the years of wings, so that they fly higher, more beautiful bloom, rendering more