As I walk through the years, I have long been accustomed to treating everything with the corners of my mouth slightly raised. Many things in life will only become clear after walking for a while.
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The spring flowers are blooming, clusters in clusters, decorated with the greenery of the season. It's spring again, the sun is walking in front of the window, I use words to salvage the fragrance from the world of mortals, paint the color of my mind, and have beautiful reverie.
Time is gentle and quiet, and large white clouds float across the sky, which is the shadow of a peaceful heart. The wind blows, and the faint fragrance of a curtain of grass is refreshing. I raise my head, reach out, pick a wisp of fragrance and put it into the ink. The brightness of spring is graceful in my words. Listen carefully and hear the whispers in your heart. Who writes the joy of first meeting in the spring poems? Who depicts the vibrant beauty in the picture of spring?
Turning over the title page of the years, every scene is nourishing the fragrance of flowers and warmth, spreading bit by bit on the fingertips. In the feelings of words, thank you for interpreting each of my heartfelt words with your heart. I In this world, you have been here, and for me, I am already full of joy. In the spring of March, I listen to the sound of flowers blooming, and the years pass with a smile.
I have always believed that as long as the heart relies on the sun, there will be no coldness. As long as you walk under the sun, the heart will not be confused. I like to watch the sun rise when the sun rises, and my face will turn red. , In life, there is always a scenery surging with bright greenery, and there is always a melody that touches the heartstrings. Some things will be warm when you remember them; some scenes will be unforgettable when you experience them. In my spare time, I always like to fall in love with a piece of music, not necessarily because its melody is so beautiful, but because it will touch the softest part of your heart in an instant and remind you of someone in the past. A story, a certain fragment, or a certain person...
Looking back at the marks of the past in the dim light, I have been waiting for a flower to bloom, and I have been frustrated by a rain. , fate gathers and fate disperses, is the deepest engraving in time. There are always some stories that gracefully look back over the years; there are always some encounters that are so beautiful that time flies by.
Is it an elegant turn that will wipe away all the sadness? Even if time hides everything, it will still leave traces of the heart. Those thoughts will not increase or decrease in the soft time.
Time will always bring you everything you want. In the cold winter, we always look forward to the warmth of spring and flowers blooming. When flowers bloom, we hope they can bloom undefeated. Are we asking too much, or is it the changes of the years? Too fast?
Prosperity is a dream, all dust is gone. Perhaps, life should have regrets. Some love is destined to be scattered at the end of the world. Those unfinished words, unfinished stories, together with the past love, will eventually be lost. Gently blown away by the passing wind, when I turn around, you are thousands of mountains and I am thousands of rivers.
The divisions and reunions of life are on the road. The gatherings and separations are a song. No matter whether it is sad or happy, no matter the result, it is a melody written by life. With a look back and a smile, all the memories of happiness have been frozen. The most real picture is the love I gave you; the most beautiful thing is still the journey you walked with me.
On the road of life, I turn the corner to meet you; I turn around to bless you. We are far away from each other, so I only cherish the meaning of words. If there is love in my heart, I will have no regrets about accompanying you in this journey. Whether it’s the helplessness of knowing each other too late, or the melancholy of turning away to the end of the world, what you take away is the fragrance of that season, and what you leave behind is countless past.
On the stage of life, everyone is an actor. If you get too involved in the play, you will lose yourself; if you get too involved in the play, you will not get applause. So, I put on heavy makeup, go on stage, play the leading role in other people's plays, and shed my own tears in other people's stories. Not all plots are in line with imagination. In the play.
Appreciate all the spring flowers, look at the autumn moon again, the same lyrics but different protagonists; the same plot and different interpretations, they are all just writing the past in and out of the play. Who is still waiting for someone to help each other? Who is still waiting for who? It's just a dream, why bother to obsess? Destiny comes and goes, the song ends and people disperse, it's just ordinary.
How far is forever? Knowing each other is forever, turning around is just a moment, but a moment becomes eternity. In the dust of the years, if the flowers have not faded and the rain has not disappeared, will all the stories be rewritten? If you are still waiting in your heart, will it keep you from traveling far away?
The time passed by, without asking about the way back, not thinking about the outcome, who failed whom, let the affection stay in the heart forever, just remember the warmth of the past, no matter how the flowers and rain are flying along the way, it is the best of the year. Brightness has become the most beautiful embellishment on the road of life.
As I walk through the years, I have long been accustomed to treating everything with the corners of my mouth slightly raised. Sunshine is a smile that penetrates the soul; wind and rain are the color of warm life. Life in this world is half with the flowing water and half with the flowing water. Entering the dust, there is no story without twists and turns; there is no life without experience and understanding.
How many flowers bloom? How heavy is the cloud? Many things in life will only become clear after traveling for a certain period of time. All understandings are understandings given by God.
As time goes by, one has to go on alone, sailing in a small boat, passing through the bustling world; holding a sleeve of fragrant fragrance, writing brightness into the face, and letting those bits of sweat and emotion turn into graceful memories. When I look back at the words of life over the years, I can't help but smile. In the surging tide of time, I have not drowned myself. Only a life with tears and laughter can achieve different wonderful things.
Xu Yishang is bright and blends with the years. He brings the breeze into the ink and the drizzle into the painting to paint the poetry of spring. See the green willows like smoke, listen to the murmur of flowers, and let the passing wind make flowers and rain fly all the way. , engrave the joy of early spring on the eyebrows of the season.
Time is a moving picture, always deeply carving the vicissitudes of life, and collecting happiness shallowly. One path is deep and one is sparse. The melancholy left in the heart cannot stop the spring. 's coming. Every day of life has beauty, every station has scenery, and there is always a touch of spring, which will be remembered in my heart forever.
The sun is still there, the years have been mottled, and some memories are getting warmer over time. I only hope that the years will be quiet and peaceful, and I will allow you to smile and be at peace.