I like snow, but I'm afraid their crystal will disappear in the warmth. I'm looking forward to flowers, but I'm sad that their humidity will wither in time. Once upon a time, I always looked at the world like this. Good things always disappear, and only those who love them are at a loss. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Friends have been gone for half a year. When I look up at the moon, I always wonder if our eyes will meet in the quietest place in the night sky, Ming Che. I walked alone in the place where we walked together, picked up the autumn leaves, put them in the pages and sent them to her, and read the ancient words in the leaves that were difficult to decipher together. In this way, I spent two seasons quietly, missing like an undercurrent in the forest, but I couldn't find it, but I always took it with me. At that time, I was very sad.
I admit that I don't like gathering so much, because gathering means a farewell, just as flowers mean residual petals, and sunrise means sunset. However, the surprise of that day made us temporarily forget to think about those distant sorrows.
It was an ordinary winter day, cloudy, cold and gloomy. Her bright voice suddenly lit up the colors of winter, which surprised me inadvertently. Look carefully, yes! It's her! I didn't have time to think about how she flew here from afar and miraculously appeared in front of me; Too late to say anything, too late to be caring and attentive, too late to sigh and grieve for the upcoming farewell. The surprise at that moment only gave me endless joy, warmth and strength, let me run against the cold wind and hug her immediately.
The previous thoughts and loneliness faded in an instant, and the trivial troubles and cold sadness were also thrown into the distance, and the fear that happiness would end and beauty would disappear became less important. Because I suddenly understand that the happiness of meeting is far deeper than the sadness of parting, and the color of flowers can easily block withering and withering.
We all laughed happily when we said goodbye. I didn't express my sadness and sadness in a heavy atmosphere, but waited for the next meeting with great expectation. On that bright day not far away, I will close my eyes and wait quietly for her to come back from afar again and wake me up with surprises.
It turns out that from another angle, you can turn tears into smiles, winter into warmth, and sadness into happiness. We should have a new vision, cherish and enjoy the beauty, instead of lamenting its disappearance.
Spring comes after the snow melts. After the flowers wither, the next more beautiful bloom is brewing. With such a vision, even in the face of the bleak and depressing sunset, I will happily imagine that on the other side of the earth, a brilliant Chu Yang is rising!