Listen to the sound of time passing by

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　　Raindrops falling from the eaves in the Jiangnan region land in the hollows of the bluestone slabs; among the fluttering willow fluff, delicate snowflakes can be seen drifting through the air. Time moves on as it circulates within the rings of the old trees. Whenever I calm down, I can hear the sound of time passing by. The sound of time is the sound of the sun’s rays touching the flowers and trees; it’s like a loving mother caressing her children. The sun provides light and heat to all things, transforming time into a dedication to life, while the daily repetition of this cycle represents care and commitment toward life. We praise the sun and long for its vastness. The sound of time is the whisper of the breeze through the grass, accompanied by the scent of soil and the songs of crickets, bringing a sense of freshness. When the breeze blows again, the dandelion seeds rise with it, boarding the boat of time; the breeze lifts these seeds of life high, allowing life to continue. The sound of time matches the rhythm of our heartbeats; each beat is strong and resonant, and it represents the call of life. Only by giving ourselves can we allow time to leave behind a beautiful sound in our lives. 　　Winter warmth with white maple