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March has passed, and spring can't wait to jump on the branches. An unknown flower tree in the yard has blossomed, with a hint of pink in the white, a simple and elegant dress and a touch of makeup, standing proudly on the branch, as beautiful as a pure dream. I can't say how much I love you. I think, if you cut off a few branches and put them in a bottle, and put a flower in your dream, the dream will also be full of beautiful flowers!
However, although cut flowers can be pleasant for a while, due to lack of nutrition, they will soon wither because they leave their mother. Better, let me just watch it quietly, embed its beautiful image in my dream and freeze it in my memory.
A flower is also a weak life, let me look at it from a distance, quietly appreciate its beauty, cherish its beauty, and it is also a kind of happiness!
In the years, we should cherish with our heart and cherish life.
There is always some unexpected warmth in this world, just like meeting a jasmine flower. I liked it at first sight, and I had a tacit understanding in my heart. Pure and beautiful feelings are planted in the heart and cannot be forgotten.
Time is like water, calm as ever, never stopping for anyone or anything, we are desperately chasing and constantly busy. I think there are many people in this world who walk alone in the world of mortals like me. The world of mortals dreams. We spend our whole life searching and searching, just to build a dream palace to accommodate the happiness and sadness along the way.
Although there were many mazes and fogs in my journey, I was blinded by rain, snow and haze, and I was eroded by the passage of time, but I never stopped moving forward and never put down my oars for the future. The meaning of life is to keep advancing and pursuing. As for where time will take us, whether it is sunny April or stormy autumn, God has his own arrangements. The only thing we can do is to take this journey that has come and gone well and cherish it.
Walking through the stormy alley and trudging through the muddy and thorny path, I gradually feel that my mood is getting older and older, as old as an old movie, leaving only pure colors. I like to keep a distance of one meter from everything, and I like to simplify things. I just want to try my best to live a simple and peaceful life.
Slowly, I began to like holding a idle window quietly, making a cup of tea, listening to a string sound, reading a slightly yellowed book, dancing in the ink, and enjoying myself in the text. When you are tired, you can lean against the window, watch the white clouds wander freely in the sky, watch a few swallows skim the eaves lightly, and watch the wet moss grow alone under the mottled old wall, opposing joys and sorrows.
And time, under the low eaves, gradually walked away.
I began to like sitting by the river of time, salvaging bits and pieces of past memories. Those memories are still gray, but the past can only be reproduced, but it cannot be rewritten.
Sweep away the thick dust left by the years, some are warm, and some are still shining on the branches of the years, never far away. And because of the accumulation of time, it has become simpler and heavier. Like the magnolia in spring, it exudes a lasting and elegant fragrance.
Think about it, time is really a good thing, it can hide pain and accumulate beauty. All the memories, all the joys and sorrows, have been washed, polished, carved and air-dried by time, and have become quaint and charming works of art, although engraved with deep and shallow scratches, but people can't put it down.
Occasionally, because of a sentence, a lyric touched a dusty memory. If you throw a pebble into a calm lake, it will cause gentle ripples.
"Occasionally, I think of the past, and every bit is like spring weathering into rain, wetting my eyes."
"How can life be as satisfying as possible, ... doing and borrowing ..."
When soft music pours out from the stereo, the heart stretches quietly with the beautiful melody. ...
Those distant memories ...
In my youth, I always hope that the road to maturity under my feet can be shorter, the teacher's eyes can be farther, and I hope that the tender wings can break through the sky and soar in the vast sky as soon as possible. Walking into the society, traveling through the muddy road of the world, tasting the joys and sorrows of human feelings, I suddenly realized how warm and bright the past time was, and how beautiful and enchanting it was. It's just that the past can't be chased, and everything can't be started again. I can only face the direction of the wind, endure the tears in my eyes, smile and wave, and embark on a new journey of life.
I can't help but think of Nalan's words, "Only Tao was unusual at that time." Many people, many things, many times after the passage of time, we will feel how precious, how to cherish.
It turns out that time will grow old so easily, but we have nowhere to say goodbye.
Time flies, open the title page of memory, life is a very short book, only a few thin pages. Many people, walking, were blown to the ends of the earth by the wind and disappeared into each other's lives. Many scenery, after passing, can only be left to memories. ...
Will those floating shadows, those promises floating in the wind, those ignorant emotions in the youth, and those lingering thoughts in the heart still quietly overflow the weak heart on windy days with the bell ringing under the eaves?
Along the way, how many ups and downs, how many ups and downs, some meet, turn around and meet for life. Some feelings just entered my heart, but they quietly left. Tomorrow is an unpredictable puzzle. How can we not do it and cherish it?
Thinking of the crash of Malaysia Airlines a few days ago, if the passengers on the flight can set foot on this land again and breathe the fresh air of the world, I believe that in the days to come, the picture of their lives will be rewritten, and there will be no complaints and sighs in their lives, only gratitude and cherish.
Think about it carefully, in fact, whether it is prosperous or rainy, it is a colorful stroke in life and an indispensable scenery in the journey of life.
Walking in the world, how many people can have a smooth life? Are you satisfied?
Life is a wandering journey, and meeting, parting, happiness and sadness will always appear gradually.
There will always be some people drifting away, and there will always be some time when there is nowhere to say goodbye.
How many past scenery has long been buried by the wind and sand of the years, only those treasured in memory are still blooming tenaciously in the branches, filled with faint fragrance.
Yesterday has become the past. If you missed yesterday, don't miss today's spring.
Outside the window, it is spring again. I wish I could pick up the warmth left by the years, plant it in my heart and open it into a colorful tree. Standing quietly in the depths of time, watching the years quiet, realistic and stable, and cherishing them in poetic years.