It's just a holiday, leisure. Pushing open the window, the grass and trees outside tempted my restless poetic heart. At first glance, the cherry blossoms along the Weihe River have been covered by thick clouds, and the broken petals are wrapped in cool wind, which makes me forget to breathe.
Cherry blossoms fall like clouds, and there is a faint fragrance in the wind, which is fascinating! Remember, it was also this time of that year when you came back from Beijing, and we were walking in the wind with cherry petals on our heads. ...
At that time, there were no modern amusement parks and few people along the Weihe River, but those pink cherry petals were enough to romantic us all spring.
We walked to an old street by the river, in a handmade pottery bar. You pinched a small cup and said it was a lifelong homonym. I pinched an ashtray. I remember that the cigarette you smoked at that time was "White Sands". We all carved our names on the bottom. Your cup is simple and rough, but it is outlined by the master and decorated with a few pink cherry petals; My ashtray was given a lonely green by the kiln master. The strokes on the bottom of the ashtray are shocking, just like moss crawling out of the darkness.
When you left, we exchanged handmade ceramics. You took the ashtray and I left the cherry blossom porcelain cup.
How time flies! Ten years. Today, I walked on this old street that has not been demolished, smelling the cherry blossoms that have been blooming for ten years.
I am still in this small town, busy every day, watching the changes of people and things around me. It seems that I always have a quiet heart, waiting for the brilliant cherry blossoms every year. You are still wandering in Beijing, maybe the big city is your ideal arena. I gradually became a flower in the glass wall, no longer sticking out my tentacles, and learned to be warm. Once, the cherry blossom porcelain cup you gave me has been in my desk since I got married. For a long time, I can't remember it, but I miss the gesture of walking towards the pottery bar in sakura rain at that time, and I miss the investment in love when I was young.
Some people say that it is better to miss each other than to meet each other. We don't see each other anymore, but we miss the April cherry rain and the pottery that has disappeared by the Weihe River.
10 years ago, we were all a little silly, thinking that we could be happy all our lives by keeping our names. I don't care how I live, but I imprint the romantic time in my memory. Love, when young, is the purest and bravest, and only sees beauty. Slowly, as we get older, we all start to be afraid, afraid of time and differences.
I know you stopped smoking "white sand" a long time ago, but I don't know if that ceramic ashtray as lonely as moss is still there. I dare not think. Sometimes it's sad to think about it The cherry blossom porcelain cup on the table is still there, but I don't need to drink water. I am full of all kinds of flowers in the season, especially the cherry blossoms in April.
Cherry blossoms bloom and fall, and time goes on as usual. In this old time, I left for ten years, and now I understand what I have and what I have lost.
Many times, I want to be stupid all the time. In this way, beauty and romance will always accompany me.
However, time is stingy for us, and people must always learn to grow. Even if you are stupid, time will teach you to understand.
Your ambition, I can't hold it with a smile; My warmth can't take away your clouds.
Those days of cherry blossom porcelain are gone forever. I know very well that gains and losses are doomed.
Finally, I understand that when flowers bloom, I just lust after its beauty with the clearest eyes; When you love, you will have a name engraved in your heart. Just cherish it. Even if it is like a epiphyllum, it is only a moment, at least it is beautiful to my eyes. Because, some beauty, is doomed to be unable to hold.
In fact, what life really has is only the process.
When cherry blossom petals float in the April wind, I am used to being content with the status quo and no longer miss the old poetry. It doesn't matter what you gain or lose, what matters is that you have been here. Today, I love this cherry blossom. It not only engraves a kind of beauty, but also makes me feel the warmth of fireworks.
Cherry blossom porcelain, old times ...
Romantic cherry blossom prose 5: cherry blossoms are in full bloom. The plan to meet each other after one year lies in spring. The best time in spring is to go to the feast of flowers with joy, which is a cordial call from nature and a romantic feeling from the deep heart. Crossing the world, crossing the flashy and ethereal, I like to cut the complexity and simplify, and I am more and more eager to return to simplicity. Returning to nature means returning to myself.
In April, the flowers in Fang Fei bloomed and then withered. Only then did I see peaches and plums returning in spring, and the branches of red apricots were full of spring. In the dazzling spring, there are as many beautiful flowers as there are. When the Chinese rose is blooming, the roses are enchanting, the peony is dazzling, and the cauliflower is smiling like a flower, I think that the flowers in April will eventually close in full swing, and the beautiful elegance will eventually fall into the grave on a cold and rainy night, which is inevitably a little sad.
It's another year of cherry blossoms. I remember when I went to Nanjing the year before last, I walked through the Ginkgo Avenue in the Ming Tombs, strolled along the quiet mountain path of the historic site, and stepped into the Six Dynasties. I was particularly happy, and the king of Jinling came face to face. However, standing in the cherry blossom forest, I was so disappointed, because I missed the season of cherry blossom flying and saw only a lush forest. In the early spring of this year, when I went to Wuxi Meiyuan to see plum blossoms, I went to Taihu Sakura Valley in Yuantouzhu. It's a pity that I went too early and didn't even see flowers and bones.
How long have the cherry blossoms been in bloom? Willow, green and pink are unknown. When April is about halfway through, I find that this season has once again missed the best time to enjoy cherry blossoms. How I wish to see an unstoppable performance, how I long to see a vast cherry rain flying all over the sky! Is it easy to miss the most beautiful things? Just like the most beautiful youth in life, just like those beautiful love stories in the world! Perhaps because its beauty is too short, it feels so precious.
A few days ago, when I was walking with my friends in a street that I seldom went to, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the cherry blossoms were in full bloom! Although there are no vast expanses of majestic momentum, clusters, one after another, layer upon layer, as white as snow, as red as chardonnay, as shy as a baby face, are even more attractive against the soft satin leaves.
When it comes to cherry blossoms, I always think of Japan's national flower first. In fact, cherry blossoms were cultivated in China during the Qin and Han Dynasties more than 2,000 years ago. Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, chanted cherry blossoms in a poem: a new kind of red cherry tree is planted in the small garden, which is good for traveling around the flowers. In the Ming Dynasty, Yu Ruoying wrote a poem praising cherry blossoms: March rains are sparse, and cherry blossoms are suspicious of apricot blossoms. Only at that time, cherry blossoms generally only appeared in private gardens. It only takes about 7 days for a cherry blossom to wither, and it only takes about half a month for the whole tree to bloom from the beginning to the end. But it's amazing, walking on thin ice.
The beauty of cherry blossoms is not as graceful as plum blossoms. As soon as winter is over, it gently and quietly announces early spring; It is not as dazzling as peach blossoms, and the spring breeze is noisy and casual; It is not as beautiful as pear flowers, and tears in the wind bring spring rain. The beauty of cherry blossoms is a mighty oath, not only a beautiful scenery, but also a spiritual beauty. No matter how beautiful and rich the world is, I resolutely chose to wither at my brightest, bloom brilliantly, and leave decisively, without dragging my feet, being polluted or being crushed into dust.
The whole city smiles like a flower, looking elegant and looking forward to it. KINOMOTO SAKURA interprets himself with his own unique style, just like going to a vigorous love. He is crazy about tea and is willing to go through fire and water for it. The most reluctant page in life is always hidden in the deepest place, and love has always been thousands of times, but Sakura, love is eternal, not seeking afterlife, not seeking long-term, just seeking to meet in the most beautiful years. Time and time again, with a beautiful gesture, the fragrance disappears and the heroic sacrifice only turns into the history of spring.
Standing under the cherry tree, my world suddenly became quiet, so quiet that I could hear my heartbeat. A breeze swept through, rustling and falling, light and ethereal, fragrant and intoxicating. It turns out that life can be so thrilling and beautiful without regrets. I was completely shocked by this spirit. The journey of life is not from prosperity to decline, where it comes from and where it will eventually return. The difference is their wonderful interpretation.
In the world of flowers, it is so beautiful and awe-inspiring to welcome the last flower show of spring in April. In this beautiful spring, vilen, who is permeated with the fragrance of the whole world and moistens his soul, feels refreshed.
In fact, every flower is a world, every flower has its own language, and every flower has its own reasons for blooming. When a flower blooms, whether it is short-lived or long-lasting, whether it is elegant or strong, it is beautiful. There is no need to ask too many people to understand. It's good that one person knows. This is a lonely and elegant prosperity. In my heart, there are flowers blooming quietly, which is my own good mood! Oh, KINOMOTO SAKURA, this spring, I met you late, but not too late.