The beauty and happiness of blooming flowers and the brilliance and elegance of falling flowers are all in an instant. Why is life not like this? It's been more than ten years. Maybe the reality has smoothed the edge, maybe life can't wait, but the arrival of spring and the blooming of cherry blossoms seem to tell us that as long as we work hard to live, there is hope; Just like cherry blossoms, although they will fade, they will still bloom for a while.
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It rained heavily in July, and it was all over the sky. Wandering south, with tears, left the season you have been in.
With the desolate wind, it is eroding the red maple leaves. My heart is also drifting in the boundless cold sea. No one found the winding coastline in my mind.
You, in this day full of my thoughts, quietly left. Leave me alone to watch the sunset. Wave after wave soaked my ankle, colorful rosy clouds, wandering a lonely heart. Parting is always entangled in thoughts and hesitates in the horizon.
Do you still remember that on the day when cherry petals fell, you tossed and turned in my dream and sang softly. How I long for the future and the past no longer exist, only the eternal present. There are no more surprises of life and death in the world.
Late at night, the bright moonlight overflowed my side face. Things are different, but what can't be moved is more than sadness. Flowers bloom and fall, except for a little memory of you, I left nothing behind.
I am a meteor, a star that flashes through your fingers. I don't expect you to be surprised by the arc I cut through the sky. I just want you to look at me with pity and turn to ashes.
My long-cherished wish at dawn is not to hold your hand and wait for the next cherry blossom day together.
Nowadays, the prosperity is exhausted, and the flowers mature once, but you and I have missed it. The bare branches of cherry blossoms are swaying in the wind, but the looming thoughts are getting heavier and heavier.
Leave sadness and stand alone in your heart; Your flawless love is still flooding in my heart like a flood; Wait till my sideburns turn white ...
The night before dawn is very quiet, and I have a lot of thoughts. Sketch your back in the moonlight, as if flying in the wind like sand.
If I could do it all over again, I would rather wait for a thousand years, just for that wonderful moment. On that cherry blossom day, cover up my eternal love for you.
Cherry blossoms are sad, maple leaves are red with tears.
Look at cherry blossoms. There are faint little red fruits sticking out of my head. They carefully hide behind the leaves and patronize the lower places, just like a boudoir woman. She closed the curtain and shook a thin paper fan. After the fan passed, her eyes flowed and passers-by were drunk. Then there are scholars in robes standing and looking up. Before women's eyes roll, they spread their joy. At some point, a woman threw a hydrangea, which made a much-told story in the world. There are maple trees in the depths of cherry blossoms. A craftsman must know what he is thinking. He planted many maples among the cherry trees. The cherry tree is very tall, and the maple leaf next to it is very low. Add love to the maple leaves in cherry blossoms, and how much love smiles can be seen at a glance in the depths of cherry blossoms and maple leaves.
I always hide behind people in the depths of cherry blossoms, and the maple leaves around the cherry trees cover my face. In a few years, cherry trees and maple leaves will be much taller than me, but they can stay here as long as they rely on their worries. Make a wish on a tree. The dream of the old moon tells me that if I tell outsiders that my wish won't work, so dear, please guess my wish? Then write down your guess wish under the cherry tree and tie it to the maple leaf branch. The stationery on the cherry branch indicates parting, and the stationery on the maple leaf conveys yearning, so dear, please start writing now, hang my guessed wish on the branch and attach the only wish you made. We will never open the stationery again, just tell the cherry tree how we feel.
I don't know if you and I can forget each other in a thousand years. If we can't be so dear, you'd better wait for me, and we'll fall in love again in a thousand years. Although sweet words make me cry more than laugh, in order to be with you, I will cut and clean my arm, and I will fill the gap with my thoughts.
The cherry blossom buds that are about to open in the garden are my red eyes.
Love is like cherry blossoms.
I saw that beautiful cherry tree, still so dense. Tears are like sad water, flooding in my heart.
I think, I finally forgot you, but those fleeting pictures are still engraved with your figure, but it is gray and fuzzy, and the suspended existence seems to be just a black and white photo without bright colors. Another year, summer is coming, I lost my happiness willfully, some childish losses came back, and sadness bloomed in a strange city.
The cherry blossoms withered after I left. Pale petals swaying and crying in the wind, beautiful flowers are recording those beautiful vows. In your envelope, there are petals I once picked, and there is a feeling of clear sunshine jumping in the sun. I thought it would last. Those cherry blossoms bloom so brilliantly and wither so quickly, just like the plum rain that rained for a month. If it clears up, it clears up.
When I returned to the south, the cherry blossoms had withered. At that time, the path was full of pale bodies of cherry blossoms, floating in the wind and overflowing with fragrance.
I think, I, you and our love are all children like cherry blossoms. I just keep thinking, will the cherry blossoms wither if I go to the south again?
The wish of cherry blossoms falling
I am a girl, an ordinary girl. Light as water, clear and plain; My heart is like a leaf, fluttering and scattered. I don't want to stand out from the crowd, I just want to be gentle and faint, just like spring poetry, rolling up the slender waist of willow branches, dancing and indulging in it ... Imagine the snow in winter, drowning in the vast expanse. ...
Autumn is so confused, as bright as maple leaves, as brilliant as golden ears, as clear as the sky, as thin as morning mist, so far away. I just want to be one-tenth of the fallen leaves, surround and embrace autumn, that's all. Summer, as lively as lark, oiled the green leaves and polished her cheeks. She jumped up and cheered, happily igniting the earth. I don't want to. Can cicada hear my wish? I hope so ...
Cherry blossoms are really beautiful, the wish of falling cherry blossoms. ...
You are in my heart
Red hope, green dream, just because you are in my heart-my language.
Is that you? China people. Beautiful, luxurious, soft ... I can't decorate you with any words. Li Bai's Yun Fan is dotted with the sea, Xin Qiji's eyes are blurred with the light of the sword, and Wen Tianxiang's passion echoes in the whole voice ... Because you are in my heart, China people, I know ambition, persistence and patriotism! Invite the moon to be full, raise your glass high, and I will wander in your poems, watching the red flowers turn into spring mud, sighing that the country has broken mountains and rivers, praising the east fence for picking chrysanthemums, and singing incomparable pride. Feel and experience you in the arms of junior high school.
Just because you are in my heart, you turn the sound of your heart into flapping wings and take me flying.
Is that you? China people. The separation of human feelings in the Grand View Garden, the implication of the three knots in Taoyuan, the dispute on Xijing Road, and the lofty aspirations of gathering. Because you are in my heart, I understand helplessness, unity, courage and loyalty! Let the scattered flowers go and be buried! Give it a complete home; Let it divide the world, fight! Give it a beautiful nirvana; Let the devil fight with him! Give it a painful interpretation; Ann, let him talk, go to hell! Give it a complete glory.
Because you are in my heart, you have turned famous works into paving stones, paving the way for my success.
Is that you? China people. The water in Miluo River is fiercer, the sunset along Yishui River is redder, and the water around the stream is brighter. Because you are in my heart, I understand Qu Yuan's thoughtlessness, admire Liu Bang's lofty aspirations, and feel sorry for Shi's departure. I am pregnant with you and measure my heart density, but I feel particularly heavy.
Just because you are in my heart, you have turned all the celebrities into a source of motivation and pushed me forward.
China people, because you are in my heart, my hope makes you red and my dream makes you green. Just because you are in my heart, my language.