Time, years. . .
Time flies by. I remember when I was watching the play, Du Liniang in "The Peony Pavilion" said, "How would you know how beautiful spring is if you don't go to the garden!" This sentence made me sad. The days are spent in plain and ordinary life, and time changes seasons inadvertently. Just a moment ago, it was like spring, but in a blink of an eye, summer is lush and the flowers are brilliant. Just thinking about it makes me extremely flustered. . . Time waits for no one. If you don’t go to enjoy the spring outing, the spring light will turn away from us in an instant. A flower or a willow thread in the spring are all the charm and grace of time. The spring, summer, autumn beauty, and winter rhyme in time are all soft, beautiful times, and the years are quiet! "Don't live up to this great time. Spending it in vain will make people feel nostalgic."
The blossoms of the trees stimulated the feelings of time. Time catches up, and the wind and clouds grow. Days, spring and autumn, scorching summer and winter snow, travel through the changing seasons throughout the year, living each day and year calmly and ordinaryly. Time is not just about daily necessities, but also about love, yes, love!
If you meet love in beautiful time, then talk about a vigorous love, which is also beautiful. Love is love. If you love and give, you will not regret it. Even if it is regretful, it is also beautiful, because you love with your heart. . .
Spring has the romance of spring, summer has the warmth of summer, and autumn also has the beauty of autumn. What about winter? Yes, winter! Winter also has the charm of winter! Take a picture and freeze the memory in the youthful years of chasing, noise, attachment and separation. Standing at the end of youth, I look back at the journey I took and the scenery along the way. I love you except for you. Full of love, full of you. My heart is filled with love and you. Will you remember me? I will never forget! Because it is a scenery, a story, or flowers blooming in the spring breeze. . . The year is beautiful, the years are quiet, the fragrance of flowers fills the sleeves, the heart is indifferent, the wind blows across the pond, simple and natural, the time turns around and goes to the depths of the season.
In the romantic and beautiful season, time encounters the sound of wind chimes in the corner, a tree blooms, and a tree is fragrant. Flowers fall and flowers bloom, flowers bloom and fall. . .
Along the way, there are scenery, fragrance, wind and rain, sunshine, sadness, mountains and rivers, and flowers. . .
Romantic Season, whose real name is Li Xunming, is from Zouping, Binzhou, Shandong. He is a member of the Shandong Young Writers Association and a member of the Shandong Film and Television Literature Society. He likes to use music, coffee, and tea to make words, and he likes to use words to write about his hometown. Wood, mountains and rivers, like the scenery, things, people, and stories of the past. . .