On this path, a pink cloud is floating. This cloud is so shy, like a beautiful girl. This cloud is so holy, just like a bright moon in the night sky. This cloud is so bright, just like a new painting. It just stays in the air quietly, without a trace of dust, telling the story of love.
This cloud is a proud cherry blossom blooming in the branches. It is willing to decorate this colorful spring with its own life, with a touch of pink in the green. What a magical color match! The faint pink gradually melts into this green background, sketching a beautiful spring picture, and the people inside are probably intoxicated!
Walking along the path to the front, the shady path was gradually replaced by the stone road. This road looks a bit stiff and heartless. The cherry trees grow from this slate, which makes people feel a little distressed, a little sorry and a little helpless. This cloud has also turned white. Although the charm still exists, this white color makes people feel a little lost.
Cherry blossom, also known as the flower of death, because it chose to wither at the most brilliant moment, makes people feel distressed. Although the wind spread its fragrance, it also swallowed its life. A breeze blows through the cherry tree, and it becomes colored, pink or white, just like a soft silk scarf, flying freely in the air, injecting a little agility and color into nature. However, this is the dance of cherry life, behind this glory.
The wind stopped, and the tears of cherry blossoms stayed on the earth. This is a tragic scene. Cherry blossoms are scattered all over the floor, floating into the grass, floating into the slate, floating into the sun, just like lost angels, looking for their own future.
The earth put on the clothes of cherry blossoms, and even if there was a sigh on the clothes, the cherry blossoms left like this without any warning, just with a bang. The cloud has gone, but in front of my eyes, there are clearly cherry blossoms in full bloom, still showing its flawless smile, smile, yes, smile, although it has disappeared in the wind in front of my eyes. ...
-I want to use this article to commemorate those who have gone away. They have been brilliant, intoxicated with others and had good memories. Although it will go with the wind one day, those scenes have never faded.
In the spring season, chewing the warm breath of the sun, it is inevitable that my mouth is watering, but when I feel sleepy, I am disturbed by a cell phone ringing. The familiar voice is still so kind that I can't help but think of your sweet smile.
Time flies. I can't miss the beautiful meeting with you three years ago. You are dignified, quiet and honest, deeply imprinted in my clear heart.
Cherry blossoms were in full bloom that year. You are wearing a beige dress and holding a handful of cherry blossoms that have been blown off by the wind. You love them. Whenever I look at this photo, I can't help thinking of you. Whenever my thoughts erode my heart and bones, I am particularly fascinated by the cherry blossom-like smile in the photo. Reading your eager letter has become an indispensable part of my life. Your exquisite handwriting seems to have touched my heart, and reading over and over again seems to have brought us closer.
Pinger, I am always used to calling you gently and paying attention to you silently. I don't know if the season forgot you and me, or if you and I missed the season. Your beauty in my life was frozen in my memory three years ago, and I can't hear your melody in a harmonious memorial.
There are three colorful essays on cherry blossoms in Britain. How much life is there when the tide rises and falls? I stand in tears and look forward to your return. At this time, the soft and abundant wind stirred my blood and penetrated into the bone marrow, although it was cool and fragrant. I think you are sitting in a pile of unopened books, arguing with some ideas and words, and your face is flushed, but you have never decided whether you are in the western Chu or defending your country.
In the season when you can't tell whether it is cold wind or spring wind, a gust of wind takes away some details and buries them in those yellow and pale years. Except for the occasional high-spirited scream, you always stick to your duty and don't ask past lives. In fact, when you left, the cherry blossoms on the shore of Dianchi Lake fell to the ground, rolling up wave after wave to retain the swan song, tears like the tide of Dianchi Lake, wave after wave, endless, haunting my heart and love, want to return!
In that residual afterglow, I want to hold your hand and run on the dam of Dianchi Lake to bloom the kite of life! At this moment, I want to kiss you and prove that you are the most important person in my life with the afterglow. At this moment, I want to hug your heart, sit on the shore of Dianchi Lake, quietly accompany you, and listen to the sound of water and tide; In this way, I can quietly count the frequency of your heartbeat and touch every inch of your skin.
Cherry blossoms fly down, missing like a tide. Piaopiao, Liu Yin forest, I separated from you before those three camellias bloomed. My heart is still alive, but my love is still wandering. I only hate that I kissed your cold forehead in the seed of love. In fact, dear, the fate is deep and shallow, and it was already doomed when the cherry blossoms fell.
Those discarded stories and memories are also moldy in this March and wither with the falling petals.
Dear, you forget that I have been to your world, and I am still standing under that cherry tree singing softly, waiting for you to play together later. Dear, those sad and happy memories are like a piece of amber, bright and round, which people can't let go for a long time. Every quiet night, I sit on the roof and miss you alone!
Miss you, miss you, I miss you quietly. In the cherry blossom season, I stood among the flowers, waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall, listening to the most beautiful sounds of nature and diluting the traces of love. Watching the flowers fly, smelling the fragrance and holding a fragrance of flowers, I will travel through time and space to meet you in the next spring and start our unfinished story again!
Every evening, I sit closest to the moon and tell our memories to the moon fairy. Look at the spring breeze, it grows crazily, but the cherry blossoms are tragic and horrible. At this moment, dear, cherry blossoms are my heart, dripping with blood and ticking the dawn. Immerse yourself in the tide of missing you, turn yourself upside down, wash your soul and cleanse your nerves.
When cherry blossoms fall, thoughts are like a tide. No intention, no plan. I just like to miss you so lightly, so I miss you without any disguise or scruples. Hold a petal in your hand at any time. Although the flowers have withered, your heart is still beating straight. Years have passed, memories have been lost, and the back of face is unforgettable!
When the dust settled, the flowers died. In this life, I only like to sit under that cherry tree and miss you quietly!
On Friday morning, it began to rain, and on Saturday, it began to rain in Mao Mao. Let the people in Tokyo down.
April is really a prosperous season. Cherry blossoms come with the spring rain of the spring breeze. Under the temptation of Ta people, they are on the verge of bursting and inadvertently falling down to find their own home. The dazzling day is only this short week.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky began to clear up. My little son is stuck at home doing his homework and can't concentrate. They had to go to the library to return the books, and then go to see the residual cherry blossoms after the rain. Dad is going on a business trip again on Sunday, so today should be the last time this year.
They walked slowly along Yuchuan, and the wind blew across their cheeks, no longer biting, and they really felt the arrival of spring. Although it is dusk and after the rain, it seems to be a ritual in Japanese life that people who don't want to miss the annual flower show gather under the tree in this short time.
Cherry blossoms not only bring warmth and emotion, but also bring sadness and sadness. Flowers follow people's wishes. If they are in groups of three or five, it is usually the former, while it is often the latter for a person to enjoy flowers alone.
At this time, people think that the flying snow of cherry blossoms is like the lost youth of a girl. Whether someone loves or pursues it, it slowly slips through their fingers with the passage of time. So don't complain about the ruthlessness of cherry trees. It's not that Ta doesn't pity jade and doesn't keep cherry blossoms It is really the helplessness of the laws of nature.
I wonder why Japanese people like cherry blossoms. It is the cherry blossoms that wither at the most beautiful moment. They will interpret it as the life of adults, so this season is the "prime time" with high suicide rate. Looking at the falling cherry blossoms really makes people feel inexplicable sadness. I would like to lose my thoughts with the flowers at that moment, but I can't, because I have an agreement with my family leaders that I will live to 67 years old healthily and then my youngest son will graduate from college.
I can't calm down. Standing under the tree is like a broken dream. The poignant beauty of colorful cherry blossoms will make people feel stuck in the dust. Listen carefully to the proud chirping of embroidered birds and snipes after sucking cherry blossom sugar juice, and play it back in your mind at high speed, hoping to return to youth and a day without sorrow and trouble. It's like how happy the younger son is if he doesn't know how the money came from.
Just bid farewell to Qingming, and finally ushered in the flower season, but it won't be long before we bid farewell to this year. In fact, you don't have to be too sad. When spring goes and spring comes, flowers will bloom again. The flowering of cherry blossoms is like an hour hand. No matter what your mood is, it is neither fast nor slow, but rotates in its chronological order. Turned a circle and returned to the original point.
Just wait until next spring.
Spring remains the same, flowers remain the same, and only you and my years have passed away.
No matter how you feel about cherry blossoms, do you like them or hate them? Nostalgia or boredom? Ta has become a thing of the past, and your mood will wait for next spring!