The favorite flower in spring is cherry blossom. Often overnight, it opens quickly. Sudden and unstoppable. And then blowing in the wind. No nostalgia. The Japanese call it flowers blowing snow. Walking at dusk, passing by the cherry blossom forest, I saw the pink petals still fluttering. It suddenly occurred to me that this is the most enjoyable flower. Because it died young. Like some one-night stand. There is no possibility of deterioration. So leave a lifetime of memories. Maybe it's sadness. But it is beautiful. Your smell is all over my nose. I didn't bother to vent my anger when I knew I was going to drown and suffocate. This is Faye Wong's forgiveness. I like this strong emotion. The fiercer things get, the colder they get. Because there is no way out. Be presumptuous. Indulge. Selfish. Crazy. Only when you fall again and again do you know what you have paid. I really hope it will clear up. I think I can climb to the top of the high mountain and see the pure blue sky and sea again. Then look at the people I can love in the distance. The cherry blossoms flew away, and the wind blew away the moon. The so-called Iraqis, where to go. Who is better than cherry blossoms? Huigen pays homage to Zhenzong. Cherry blossoms-singing clouds as companions, lingering in my heart. The new rhyme begins with poetry, and I dare not take it at will.
The pink face of cherry blossom poetry is a bit lazy. When I got up in early spring of March, I kept dressing up and painted my lips crimson. Chun Qing, who drifted across Mount Fuji, overflowed the land of Tang Dynasty, hiding her coquettish and affectionate smile. Japanese women in red sang softly along Yang Yuhuan and waved their sleeves in China ink painting. In this wind, transparent women wander on the staff in March and play on the swing in spring. Bees and butterflies, who were called to gather flowers and make honey, hid in the cracks of branches and leaves, throwing naughty eyes and interpreting a serial story of the studio. How many boys and girls who are in love with spring wander in powder dreams, and the spring breeze and drizzle make the park rejuvenate overnight. The stone road covered with petals should be used to clean cherry blossoms and wake up sweetly for a short time in your beautiful memory. After a cold, you have a fever, lyrical lips and fire. The soft body fell from the branches and turned from chemical to dust, which awakened the tragedy.