In April, spring is the most unrestrained. Yulan was defeated temporarily, and Wisteria was just right.
Some people want to say: everything is so brilliant, which seems to be contrary to the sadness of Qingming. However, flowers and plants only care about their own beauty after all, and they don't care about people's grief at all. Before the Qingming Festival, the rain broke the contract and fled without a trace. The fragrant paper in the street has been sold out, and lonely firecrackers ring from time to time. No one knows whether the people who go home are mourning or perfunctory.
Lost the rainy sky, lost the cowherd boy of the ox, lost the apricot blossom village of the wine flag, everything was strange and abnormal. But Qingming still has to pass, no matter how heartache.
It rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Standing in the spring in peach demon, I have no feelings for others. If the rain is willing to wash away what you see, maybe there is still reliance in your chest. But sunshine is a sad public enemy by nature. As soon as he appeared, all the newly developed Pinglou became extinct. To this end, I am extremely annoyed and self-deprecating: I am annoyed that I have no poetry to do, and I am ridiculous that I should pursue inspiration in such an absurd way.
I have to admit that "No Rain in Qingming Festival" lacks imagination. In other words, it is extremely creative. Without rain, how can people express their feelings through rain, how can the so-called classical complex pass through the rain curtain and the poet's pillow, and how can they imagine themselves as a weak and morbid grave sweeper? It is because there is no rain that the lie of Qingming rain can be broken. Who says it will rain if it clears up? Without rain, the cuckoo will not be sad, and the sadness of the grave will be indifferent because there is no continuous rain?
It will rain obviously, but it is just another evil influence, lying in the poetic realm for thousands of years.
Qingming wind
Why do you always walk with your head down? Why do you always park your emotions in a stormy bay?
Sitting in the corner of spring, I am a motionless statue.
After bidding farewell to spring after spring, I finally understand that many times, it will inevitably become a bad habit. Just like the initial broken bridge encounter, after thousands of years of deduction, it has evolved into an eye-catching take part in accidental amusement; It's like turning into a butterfly. I've been talking about it for generations, but I still can't escape the impetuousness and turbidity in the downtown streets, and my ears gradually turn into silent taunts.
The wind of Qingming brings the poet's calm meditation on the suffering of life and death: Is it your only fate and commitment to blow Qingming on time?
Qingming wind, you don't have to appear in the sunset on time when you return from a foreign land, and you don't have to always overturn the skirts of the dead.
True and eternal beauty is always those unexpected moments.
Just like a sunny day without wind and rain, when we greet the sunset with our backs to us, it is also beautiful to roll up the fallen leaves all over the sky in front of our foreheads, just like a happy mood suddenly blowing at the corner of a square, just like two strangers bathed in the same gust of wind.
Escape from the curse of wind and rain, escape from the clarity of human ups and downs, she not only did not lose weight, but showed her forgotten simplicity and peace.
Why should we use bitter classics to soothe people's sincere hearts, and why should truth be imprisoned by the so-called inevitability circulating in history? You could have decided Tomb-Sweeping Day's mood at every moment, whether it was sad or calm.
The aunt who took the vegetables out shook off the water drops on the leaves and said, buy it, the first spinach is tender!
I replied with a smile: Listen, the first crop was clear Wan Li, and there was no rain or shine.
Without wind and rain, there will naturally be no sunny day. Plain is not necessarily unable to taste the exquisite life. I have long been tired of the clarity in the poetic realm, which has been piled up for thousands of years, so that all the time is released and all the reasons are simpler.
Qingming, rain or shine.