Listen to the language of flowers in the waning mood of spring Author: Hawthorn Tree When the mood of spring is waning, the spring breeze blows on your face. Willow Yiyi tells the longing for spring. Listen to the lingering flowers, the spring wind is soft and warm, the swallows return on the wind, the peach blossoms sway in the wind and bloom, the wind wakes up the green Xinxinran. ~…~…~ Being in the beautiful scenery of spring, the past is also awakened like smoke. In my memory, there are so many spring flowers that are flourishing, but they are drowned by time, and my love is deep and rainy. In the warm spring breeze, for whom is that shy girl leaning on the railing? The remaining flowers and the rain of tears tell the song of the heart. That innocent young man, the sound of the flute is filled with emotions and thoughts. A new song and a glass of wine. The pear blossoms are still buried in the mud with tears, only lovesickness, expresses the romantic poetry of spring, and whispers the melancholy melody. ~…~…~ Life is full of twists and turns, I hope I will know it once I meet it. However, many encounters are just like the afterglow of the setting sun, the mountains and rivers reflected in the sunset are dependent on each other, and they rush away with a wave of hands. How many acquaintances there are, just like a bosom friend is hard to find in the mountains and rivers, so intoxicating that people are moved and moved, just like the steps of the belated spring. The things in my heart are lost to the years, leaving only memories that are longer than the years. ~…~…~ The warm sunshine of the afternoon shines through the window of the soul. Threads of the past, bowing to the bright sunshine. Those thoughts are treasured warmly in my heart. I firmly believe that my hope still lives in the distance. Even though the world is far away, it remains in my heart. Seen or not seen, I am still yearning for you. ~…~…~ Perhaps, on the road to spring, there are beautiful dreams and beautiful scenes in life, which should be shared with others and appreciated together. Even though I have a painful past, I still have no regrets, the persistence and melancholy of the past. I also wanted to be quiet and indifferent in my heart, and become weak and strong. But along the way, nostalgia burns the heart, and brings sadness to the bottom of my heart. ~…~…~ The prosperous world is surrounded by rain, snow, and frost. Fortunately, there is still a bright sun shining high. Even if there are feelings of separation, illusions in the heart, and it is difficult to live a perfect life, I just want to be safe and sound. Flowers blooming and falling are always about love, I hope everything goes well. The fragrance of spring is fading, and your whispers linger in my ears and warm my heart.
Resisting the coldness of the mortal world... (Editor in charge: Deputy Editor)