Spring is swaying, time is long, and flowers are swaying in the long years. Every life is practicing the triviality in life with the most beautiful posture and dreams, and feeling the complexity of the past.
March has gone, time flies, too fast time has become a memory, making people feel helpless in a hurry, and inadvertently have nostalgia and melancholy.
Walking on strangers in April, peach blossoms opened a tree, and the faint petals were elegant and exquisite. When the wind blows, the eyes are shocking and people are moved.
Life flies, what falls in front of the window is half a paper time, shallow and faint, stepping on a song, and the notes in the song are wasted, which is doomed to be wasted time, staring at the flowers, and doomed to be an empty old age.
This season should be the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom, just in the spring, but suddenly it is cold in the rain, and all kinds of customs come slowly. Without a hug, my heart fluttered around with a few petals, full of thoughts and memories, hovering in the annual rings, staring, watching a fallen flower with my own eyes, and reluctantly leaving the branches.
In April, the mood is dripping with clear rain, and the lintel of the season is gently brushed by time, and gradually there is moss and mottled light and shadow. In the traces of the years carved by time, we left behind vicissitudes and unforgettable memories, and quietly hid our hearts in dusty stories.
Life is in a hurry In the rush about, I have been dormant when my life is lost, I have been waiting in my helpless life, I have been baptized by wind and rain again and again, I have been confused when I don't understand the taste of the world, I have had good expectations in my heart when I am in full bloom, and I have had a graceful posture when spring is suddenly released.
In a trance, the former teenager shook off a young teenager and made him exhausted. With Chun Qing lighting the wind in all directions, he lost time, wasted years, and slowly grew old in the time he could not go back.
This kind of feeling is nothing more than a sentence from Li Yu: "In spring, the flowers in the forest wither and rush, the cold rain comes early, and the wind comes late." Cochineal tears, when drunk, when heavy, natural people grow up to hate water. "
No matter what misfortune you experienced yesterday, you still have to face life today and love the noise of the city. In the traffic, no one knows whether you are happy or unhappy. Everyone is busy.
April is also a sad season. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." It is a traditional custom to visit graves in Tomb-Sweeping Day to remember our thoughts, our old friends and our family. This feeling is the most painful. People are heartbroken in the rain and on the road.
Life is a process of coming and going quietly. We walk on the road of life every day, the cycle of the four seasons. Only silence is the final destination in the landscape.
Life is doomed to no turning back. Nostalgia has become the theme of Tomb-Sweeping Day this season. Just the end of life, all roads lead to the same goal.
The dead rest in peace, the living are strong, everyone plays various roles on the stage of life, and constantly understands life and death in life.
Shi Tiesheng said: "Death is something that needs no hurry, but it is always an inevitable event."
In this spring in Tomb-Sweeping Day, people silently face the meaning of life and death in the rain, thinking deeply and thinking about the impermanence of life and death.
Remembering the Qingming April fright is to face life bravely, not to lament the impermanence of the world, not to give up the fighting spirit in life.
April revealed that life is full of wisdom, flowers are everywhere, trees are dying everywhere, you can see all the glory, you can feel the fading, poetry is unpredictable, loss is accompanied by hope, rain or shine, who can stop the return of life?
April's joys and sorrows are all churning in this season. The surging April amorous feelings are sincere feelings for April. It is appropriate to reflect on life, realize life and death, shine in Mo Fuchun, not miss the spring breeze, not forget that the original intention is good, and not be anxious. Only in this way can such feelings be peaceful and far-reaching, achieve a beautiful life and run through life.
May the cold in April be the natural fragrance of flowers, may the sadness in April be the mood that the window is wet with rain, and may the sadness and silence in April promote the growth of life. I miss my loved ones in my heart and feel that every parting in life is sad and bright.