The dawn broke through the silent night sky, and the breeze quietly brought a wisp of fragrance from the depths of the earth. A wave of warmth accompanied by the "chirping" of birds opened countless windows and looked at the green dyed sky. Suddenly looking back, the cold stars in the night sky were so far away.
The warm air is full of the smell of spring, the city is full of smoke and willows are green overnight, and the trees are full of peach blossoms. The spring breeze is fragrant all over the place, and the sky is clear and hundreds of birds are singing. However, the cool air was mixed with sparse raindrops, which seemed to carry a taste of indifference. The spring breeze is filled with the fragrance of peaches and plums, and from time to time it snatches away the delicate petals, causing them to dance wildly in the vast sky. Some seem to be reveling, some are confused, and some seem to be sad... After all Don't know where to go, let alone where to land?
A wisp of fragrance caused some of them to stop on their long hair that was gently lifted by the breeze. The end of the sky shed the light of the setting sun. Looking into the distance, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes as clear as autumn water, and the earth seemed to be eclipsed by it. A naughty little raindrop quietly hid on the long eyelashes, waiting quietly, as if it was a very interesting thing. The big eyes, as deep as cold stars, glanced slightly, and the little naughty boy was startled, and followed the flawless white face, along the small nose, and left in apprehension. Jumping on a pear blossom held between the slender and slender fingers, lingering on the snow-white petals, making a plaintive "tick" sound, and disappeared on the hard bluestone. The petite body looked extremely helpless in the mist and mist. The colorful phoenixes danced wildly, making the vision extremely blurry. When it became clear again, there were only a few birdsong in the sky, and a stream slowly flowed in the direction of the setting sun to the end of the world. Was that moment real or an illusion?
The passion of summer blew in the scorching sky, and a group of noisy friends welcomed into the pond with green leaves in the sky. They repeated monotonous and boring songs day and night. Although they were new to this place, It's funny, but after a while, it seems disgusting.
Looking at the surging river, the poem "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes." can't help but come to mind. Thousands of people gathered around the river, waving flags, cheering and shouting for the Dragon Boat Festival. The momentum was overwhelming and resounded throughout Jiuzhou. And all this seems very far away to me. There is no enthusiasm at all in it, let alone any connection with me... After Qianfan passed away, there are still aftermaths. After a while, even the last trace disappeared into the vast river. On the great river, who will remember that you have been here before, and who will care whether you come again?
Some floating clouds floated in the blue sky. They came with the wind and dispersed with the wind. They gathered with the wind and dispersed with the wind. The noisy sounds gradually disappeared, and everything became calm again. The banner of victory is remembered in the present, but forgotten in future generations.
I originally planned to use the hot Dragon Boat Festival to warm my cold heart, but I didn't expect that I would be so out of place. Maybe it's because the blue rose has a thorn too deep.
The delicate blue rose stands proudly among the other flowers, making it particularly charming and fascinating. The green leaves stretch out, holding up a shy flower, reflecting the infinite scenery. With an innocent and simple fantasy and expectation, I can't help but get closer. Suddenly, a pain from the bone marrow spread throughout the body, unable to control itself. It turned out that the sharp thorns pierced deeply into the palm of my hand. So I had to slowly let go of my hand. Staring at it blankly. A small crystal water drop slipped secretly along the leaf. The bright red blood slowly flowed along the thorns and dripped into the soil. In the blink of an eye, it left countless footprints... Looking helplessly at the sky, watching the floating clouds, I could not erase your contempt for you looking back for a long time. The moment of smile. Like a sharp blade, it penetrated deeply into my heart.
The dry air brings people into the atmosphere of autumn. Night falls quietly, the sky and the earth lose color, and everything seems silent. At the end of the darkness, a petite white flower stood out. It seems that it is the only signpost that can guide the direction in the vast sky. The moment it was within reach, it disappeared without a trace. In the endless night, I wandered around, and the cool breeze seemed to blow into my bones and into my heart. Under the cool night sky, I was shivering all over.
At dusk after dawn, a lonely figure drags a series of muddy footprints and disappears at the end of the sunset along with the afterglow of the setting sun. The maple leaves fell one after another at that moment, and with a "swish" sound, they flew into the evening wind. Looking up at the sky, I feel infinite emotion: In the heaven and on earth, the past years and the long road have finally disappeared. Weijun's smiling face is faintly visible. In the blink of an eye, several years pass by, the red maples stand and the lone wild geese move south. The sun rises and the moon rests, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. A thousand times of nostalgia...
The flying snowflakes drag people into the winter night. A wintersweet blooms proudly in an empty bush. The deeper the winter, the more vivid it becomes. Maybe just because of that moment of looking back.
The stars in the vast night sky are dotted with cold stars. Although they are so beautiful, they are also so far away.