Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons alternate, changing not only the temperature difference, but also the life alternation process of nature. In these four seasons, spring and winter are the most typical-in spring, everything recovers and is full of vitality, while in winter, everything sleeps and waits for the next spring. It's wonderful that everything recovers in spring, but if you really want to see this vibrant spring, then you need to survive a cold and snowy winter. And everything in nature has to endure a long winter to usher in its own spring.
Although people are advanced animals, they can feel omnipotent from satellites to submarines and into the ocean, but they can't get rid of the rules and regulations of nature, which are added to all aspects of human social activities.
For example, in our high school life, in order to get good grades in the college entrance examination, we spend all our time studying in senior two and senior three, even if we don't have holidays. Isn't this performance for the perfect bloom of college entrance examination transcripts and college admission notices after three years of hard study? Only in this way can I grit my teeth in the "snow season" and silently wait for the day when my "flowers" quietly bloom!
Of course, naturally, the college entrance examination is like this, and so is my future. Many times, your situation is not ideal, and the choices you make are not optimistic. You don't need to bemoan the unfairness of fate. You just need to know that this is just the "snow" before you "bloom". If you don't make it, you will be buried and compacted by layers of "snow" and finally suffocated under the "snow layer", but if you make it, then you can wait for those flowers that belong to you to bloom!
Waiting for flowers to bloom in the snow season, as long as you have the perseverance and determination necessary for waiting, then you will certainly be able to wait for those days when flowers bloom.
Blooming season 2 White petals, embedded in the blue sky, have harvested the happiness of my life. This hillside is the most beautiful in early summer. Gardenias from all over the mountains seemed to touch the wings of angels overnight, and all of them bloomed with that fragrant smell, surrounding the old house for a long time and flowing in the river.
I am gardenia, I strive to grow, and I pay for my own growth. I know my life is very small, but when I fall in love, I think people will accept my beauty at that time. Look, I have a beautiful figure in the child's hair, in the lover's ring and in front of the old man's skirt. In the season of flowers, lovers forged a vow of eternal love. From then on, they crossed Qian Shan and went through hardships until they grew old together. What they won't forget is that it was in front of the faint gardenia that they started a happy life all their lives. I give silently and enjoy silently. Even though my life is short, I can continue in the myth of love, so I keep paying, I try my best to pay …
Life is like a meteor. If you are poor, please work hard. I think others will accept you and you will live a rich life. If you are rich, please don't race on money, or you will get nothing and nothing.
I am gardenia. If others accept me, I will pay for beauty. One day, I will wander in the weightless sky, disappear in the lush green fields and go to another place.
I want to be a sun in my lifetime, give people my brilliant light and bring people firm faith; I want to be a small raindrop, giving people my cool feeling and nourishing people's hearts; I want to be a big tree and give my huge body to people. Although I am old, I can bring shade to people. I want to be a chaotic spring, give my all, and let thirsty people get the hope of life. I work hard because people accept me.
Gardeners bloom, gardeners wither, breezes blow, and flowers fall, making others happy. ...
Blooming in the third season, youth quietly passed through the gap of time, leaving only endless memories.
Many years later, we, those forgotten young and frivolous people, do you still remember? That no longer belongs to us, but it has already been fixed on the title page of memory.
He didn't want to get out of bed, looked at the vast expanses of frost on the grass downstairs and said, how beautiful! But I can't help shivering. Looked at the time, the class will begin soon! In the surprised eyes of others, I quickly stuffed my breakfast into my mouth and ran to the classroom, but I was still late.
After school, I rushed to the canteen as soon as possible. The food that can be laughed at after being crowded in the crowd for a long time.
At noon, the sinister sunshine enveloped the earth. Girls are afraid of being tanned and hiding indoors, but we have fun on the court with our own crude skills; Then I enjoyed the coolness of summer under the tap, but I accidentally caught a small cold.
In the afternoon, the sun shines lazily in the classroom. We can also sleep on the table in a lazy position. After waking up, we opened our hazy eyes and asked if the class was over at the same table.
In the self-study class, we carefully hold the pen in our hands and dance, and then pass the note around.
In the evening, I talked about the topic of thinking in the dormitory with great interest and enjoyed it; Occasionally, I will dig out the fence in the middle of the night and go to the Internet cafe to play. Then I hibernated in the classroom the next day.
We used to fight in the classroom and catch up for a few minutes in the corridor after class; Will be excited by a section of physical education class; Will cheer for the morning class; Will be excited by the sudden holiday.
Now, what can awaken our emotions? Even if we laugh, we are still so numb. Even if we cry, there will be no more tears.
Everything seems to have happened yesterday, but it has gradually drifted away from me. Let it circulate in my memory.
Because in that blooming season, we also bloomed.
In the flowering season, four fingers slipped by, leaving a deep mark. I wonder if there will be a dull pain one day.
The fate of this past life came too early and in a hurry. Invisible, this is wrong. Beautiful mistakes, beautiful hearts and beautiful flowers bloom in beautiful seasons.
Everything is cold in the frozen world, so is your right hand holding my left hand. Slip slowly and draw a blood mark on my heart.
I can't believe it's true. It's too soft. I'm afraid it's tender as water. One day, it will also set off stormy waves and overturn the drifting boat. I want to fill my heart with hope, but I am afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Tired, no longer think, quietly waiting for the end of that day.
Flowers, is it cold? The falling tears were frozen. You are too strong, or I am too fragile. How can your tears melt without you? But you are so strong, and you beg me piteously. How can I refuse? I agreed, and I was hurt. There is salt in the tears, dripping into the wound in my heart, which really hurts. Frozen, tears will stop flowing, wounds will become scars, leaving deep traces.
I knew it was poisoned wine, but I drank it anyway. I'm not drunk, I don't regret it, only tears, blood red, dripping on the wound, it hurts more. Cure, I think, flowers will not fade. Silly, laughing and drinking poisonous wine.
Flowers, does it hurt? You said you would let it last forever and never fade. I also hope that flowers will bloom and fall, each with its own world, and the ice and snow will not fade. I'm afraid this hope will fail, but I believe you will. Even if it is only this winter, it will be enough.
Red and crisp hands, red petals, tender as water, slippery like a knife, cut through the blue sky, shed tears, pierce the skin like a needle, pierce the pale bone.
Gently, your fingers slip, beautiful flowers fall, dotted with your unmelted tears …
If youth is an unrepeatable flower season, then a beating heart is a spring flower that never dies. In early spring and February, the warmth is still cold, the goose yellow is faint, and the new green blooms sadly, indicating the vitality of life. It is the youth like the rising sun, and it is the season of blooming after 90.
It is said that the post-90 s generation is a rebellious generation. Yes, we are rebellious, but no one has ever been rebellious when he was young and ignorant. When they look back, they will be glad that they spent this crazy time. Because, we once had, had this lost youth. A writer said that people are not "rebellious teenagers", but will become a valuable asset in our lives. The post-90s generation is undoubtedly smart. They are rebellious, but not as fierce as those born in 1980s, because they are smart enough to know the privilege of being children.
They all say that the post-90 s are selfish. They are self-centered and arrogant. I don't know why people make such judgments about us. Perhaps, the post-90s generation just saw the tip of the iceberg! But this doesn't mean anything, and it doesn't mean that all of us born after 1990 have our own dreams and pride, but this pride has nothing to do with selfishness. Have you ever seen the post-90s struggle for their dreams? Have you seen many students who worked hard after 90, studying hard and getting excellent results with their own sweat? In fact, the post-90s generation is not selfish, but people begin to criticize all post-90s generation after seeing some of them.
"I am proud because I am born after 90" is not my own voice, but all the cries of the post-90 s. Yes, if there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife, I will be born after 90! ! !
Blooming season 6 On this beautiful February day, flowers will be in full bloom and spring is full. Let's put aside our busyness for a while, slow down and go to see flowers together. Shallow line, its own breeze welcomes, flowers bloom gently; Sing softly, the stream will come from the stream, and the willow will continue to play. Twist a heart fragrance, light a flying flower, stir the melody of spring, play out the beauty of this season, and let the smiling encounter linger in the years. Holding a bunch of flowers and dancing, let the fragrance of friendship bloom in time, and let the lasting fragrance and good mood moisten every day of our lives!
Stepping lightly on the green grass, smiling at the flowers, watching the clouds and listening to the songs and dances, life turned out to be so beautiful. Looking back on the joy of life and looking forward to the beautiful picture ahead, I don't care about sadness, I don't sigh for the lost years, I just pick up the glory of this spring. Then gently lift the fleeting silk, draw the warm colors that meet in February and spring, outline with light ink, describe with fine pen, and sign with heavy color, enchanting into the burning beauty of a peach blossom in the years, and blooming leisurely in the peach garden of the soul.
Walking through the spring flowers and the autumn moon, watching the clouds and the sunset, how many heavy hours are getting thinner and colder, and only the true feelings and warmth from the heart can become more and more intense in the faint years. Human feelings are cold and warm, and fate is impermanent. Only by understanding each other and cherishing each other can we be more precious in the fleeting time! This love, invisibly accompanied by dull time, is a heart-to-heart exchange; This feeling, silently moved in the hurried years, is the calmness of the breeze and the bright moon. When spring is deep, the most fragrant flowers surround the heart; Talking and laughing, it is the time when spring blossoms.
Time is like gold, you are calm. Friendship is the truest touch in life and the most beautiful scenery on the road of life. I will always remember that the warmth of time has spread slowly along the veins of my palm, filled with the fragrance of a year, just like the natural growth of green radish in summer, just like the breeze in spring. As time goes by, I can only remember the warmth of the flowers with you.
Blooming season 7 Lily withered quietly in the valley, because it missed the last ray of sunshine in the evening; The moon fell from dawn because it missed the first light; The fallen leaves slipped down from the branches because it missed the one last dance with the spring breeze. ...
Similarly, I missed my last farewell to grandma.
So, I'm worried about the smell of gardenia. ...
When I was young, a family of three lived with my grandparents. During that time, I collected the best memories of my childhood. At that time, because parents were the backbone of a large family, they had to work hard every day. So grandma became my only playmate.
I still remember that it was midsummer, and the scorching sun scorched the earth mercilessly. At noon, the weather is as hot as a stove. Therefore, at this time, I will blame Miss Feng for her ruthlessness. Now that I think about it, I really feel that my thoughts are so cute and ignorant. What I love in summer is the snow-white petals of gardenia, as spotless and beautiful as a child's innocent heart. When the snow-white petals dance with the wind girl, the air is filled with a faint fragrance. It's still so memorable. It is a wonderful feeling, a place where people will forget the intrigue, a purest place in their hearts. When I was a child, I always clamored for my grandmother to hold me under the tree and tell the story of the ugly duckling. Out of curiosity, I always ask my grandmother again and again: "After the ugly duckling becomes a white swan, is its feather as white as the petals of gardenia?" Grandma never answered me, just looked at me and smiled kindly.
Summer passed, and grandma suddenly told me that she was leaving and wanted to live with grandpa in other places. I didn't really understand it at that time. Even after that, I felt that my grandmother was too cruel to abandon me and her favorite baby.
In summer, gardenias are still in bloom and the fragrance of flowers is still flying … but grandma is no longer with me …
Grandma, I will miss you. I have always cared about you. Now I don't want you to be with me forever. I just want you to be healthy.
Gardenia, like grandma, never leaves me and is by my side every day.
It's already six o'clock when a person walks home from the subway station. My mind is full of the whole day's experience, those words, those smiling faces, those colorful foods, and the spilled wine glasses on the table.
All of a sudden, my heart was in chaos, with no rules to follow, just like an intricate web intertwined. Although it was messy, it became more and more solid.
After lunch, everyone listened to Mr. Li's impassioned recitation of his own poems and sent them to each of us. Although I can't remember the content clearly, the faint light shines on his huge face, which suddenly makes me feel that time is really cruel, like a sharp knife, which gently marks several years on our faces and hearts; Time is like an axe in our fragile hearts.
With these indelible marks, we are looking for long-term memories. We thought we could put them into a delicate little box bit by bit, but found that when we were on the road of searching, memories were also walking quietly, farther and farther, and gradually entered another dimension that we couldn't catch up with.
Therefore, a small box can't hold dissatisfaction, and memory is a regret that can't be caught back.
Yes, memories turn into regrets unconsciously. We always thought we would gain a lot, including memories. As everyone knows, at the moment of separation, we became another busy whirlpool, and the things we once owned were torn in an instant.
Miss Li is about to retire, but she is still enthusiastic. He remembers every one of us, our efforts, our glory or our mistakes. He blessed us in his poems and hoped that each of us could create a beautiful world on our own road.
Yes, we always have to make our own way, but these short three years are precious companionship and encouragement to each other. In the future, we will continue to move forward for three years and wish each other well.
Time has passed quietly, and fresh dreams have matured. The sunset mottled the silhouette. Outside the old wall, quietly enclose the outline of the future.
Those things can only be regarded as memories. Those people can only be passers-by. And I, after all, can't escape those memories that belong to you, and I can't forget you who likes to giggle. Time goes by, thinking deeply and recalling. Looking back, there are only deep memories in my mind, which can't be erased and can't be erased, breaking through the protective layer of selfishness again and again! You're still you, I'm still me, but I'm so far away, full of regrets, and what I left behind may be hypocritical tears.
I always walk through the intersection alone, watching the passing cars and letting the whistle stimulate my sky. Stop-and-go, wandering in the alley, sparse figure, a person walking silently, afraid to bow, afraid, afraid to see their crying eyes. Every couple is laughing, every couple is following, and I always wander alone, stop-and-go, stand and stare, expecting that familiar figure. The traffic suddenly approaches, as if you are a lonely loner in this world. ......
Smelling the pungent smell of disinfectant, I see not only people, but also vicissitudes of life faces, as well as empty benches and chairs ..... I seem to be afraid of losing my life that I can't give up. On campus, do I still have my laughter? Without the memories of the past, I am still alive, and the skin that my hands can touch is still warm, but why is my heart so cold? All of a sudden, the sky was covered with heavy snow, which slowly melted between the bones of the hand, leaving a trace of coolness. Suddenly turned around, longing for something, only to see pale snowflakes falling with the wind. I seem to find your smiling face in the snow. I know, it's just a fantasy, imagine you behind me. Accustomed to memories, accustomed to missing, but never accustomed to the time without you ... stop and go, but still go further and further, always looking forward to the blooming season in this cold winter!
The flower season is 10. This is a season of revival of all things, and it is also a season of spring blossoms.
Gently, gently, I heard the footsteps of spring, both strange and familiar, so warm and so intoxicated.
In the morning, the first ray of sunshine shines into the study and on that page of the book, and the words on the book are more eye-catching under the sunshine. The birdsong in spring is no longer the monotonous chirping of sparrows in winter, but so euphemistic.
Early in the morning, I was walking on the lost path in the park. The grass around us can't wait to explore the seedlings of life, just waiting for the arrival of this season.
The activities of the elderly in the park are also enriched. After a long winter, they once again embarked on the road that made them happy. Maybe this is also a greeting from spring.
Overhead, a flock of geese flew north. They lined up neatly and waved their wide wings to the south after two years' absence. They circled in the sky as if celebrating their return.
However, when we hear the warmth of this spring, do we still see its loneliness?
It is said that "winter is long and summer is long", so why is spring so short and always so fleeting? The cold in winter is so long that it is a hot summer when people wear big cotton-padded jackets and put on spring clothes and short shirts.
Because it is short, it is lonely.
Flowers and trees have just sprouted this spring. It is not as lush as trees in summer, providing people with shade; There are no flowers and plants that flourish and bring fragrance to people in summer.
Because it is not grand, it is lonely.
This spring, we felt its warmth and loneliness.
Blooming season 1 1 It's golden again in my dream, as if I were walking in a sea of flowers. Spring flowers condense into a bridge of missing. I am sad alone, suddenly looking back, but I see your figure in the blue sky. But when I reach out and touch your wet eyes, you are like a withered flower, flying away gently with the breeze. ...
I really don't remember when I first talked to you, but I remember your bright smile at that time. You always have a happy smiling face, which seems magical and makes everyone who sees you happy. You are so confident and happy in front of everyone.
But they don't know how much you cry. I can't help but think that when I was in military training, whenever I passed by the dormitory door, I would see you wiping your tears and calling out for your mother. You once told me how much you miss home and your parents. You often say that your grades are not good: be quiet, what should I do? I was the last in my class in math this time, and then you sobbed softly. You also told me how much you want to get good grades in the exam and make your mother and teachers happy. Your heart is so fragile that you have paid too much sweat and tears, which makes people feel distressed. ...
I still remember that we rehearsed hard together during the karaoke competition. You tried to plan the competition, but all you did was win the second prize. Then we all cried. You are clearly in tears, and you pretend to be strong and say to us: it's no big deal! We think we can sing well, don't we? I know, in fact, your heart hurts more than anyone else.
Yes, the sky is blue, and the days always pass too slowly. Such a beautiful life is less than half a year. ...
You transferred to another school without even saying a word. Guess how many classmates left tears of missing for you?
Winter has gone quietly, as if it had come quietly. Spring jasmine cards are blooming one by one, so elegant, but dazzling golden. ...
I can't help wetting my eyes: in the blooming season of winter jasmine, Zhou Yanxi, as dazzling as flowers, quietly left with winter. ...
The flowering season 12 Gardenia is time to leave. I forgot it was a few months ago. I was walking alone on the campus path and came across gardenias in bud. I am shocked that we are leaving, maybe leaving this city to pursue our dreams in another city! There are always reunions and departures. I hope to see you soon next time, but when can we meet again? Reluctantly, when the gardenia blossoms, we reluctantly left the university together for four years!
I used to listen to songs without any emotion, but at that time, every time I went to KTV, I always felt that songs were a portrayal of our hearts. I dare not think what we will be like without school, when we will meet again in front of the three archways! Everything is unknown, and everything is so hard to give up.
We were all drunk that day, who said that drunk people are the most sober and painful! I still remember the senior told us that Hunan University only blows gusts twice a year, and one gust blows for half a year. I don't believe it, thinking that the seniors are telling us jokes, but the four-year life in college has really verified this truth, so every year we will tell this classic sentence to our younger brothers and sisters. In winter, the wind makes people tremble with fear. Everyone who lives in Beiyuan knows that the trees behind the dormitory will not stop at night in winter. At that time, I didn't like walking through the foreign language building in winter, because I was afraid of being blown away by the wind, but everything was so lovely in the season of parting, and everything made us attached.
The sunset in Tammy, the loess in Tammy, the wind in Beiyuan, the "Fallen Street" jointly built, the "liveliness" of the three religions, the comfort of Yuan Ze and the silence of the library … all these are so beautiful.
With regret, we left the lovely university one by one. In the season when gardenias were in full bloom, we went to various places in the motherland with our dreams. Thousands of miles away, we often get together because of our thoughts, and our hearts will always be together. No matter where the ends of the earth are, I just hope that everything will be fine, dear ones!
Flower season 13, flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, looking at the clouds in the sky. Words dance in the eyes, books wander in the fingers. Time flies, when can we return to that blooming season?
When we were young, I first read in a dark bookstore. The protagonists in the story, Press and Ai Lisha, I have never heard of them, but they are familiar with them. ...
The palm-sized room is dark and crowded, but it is always filled with happiness. Depending on others, you should be full of sadness. However, Ai Lisha established her own world under the bed. Even if Grandma Tata, who was sleeping in the bed later, almost crushed her into patties, it didn't change her frank and enthusiastic personality. She explained the connotation of loving life to us with actions, persisted in her own pursuit, followed her heart, explored the positive energy of life, constantly explored and dared to innovate. Her childhood is the season when flowers bloom.
Would you like to trade a stray dog for your brother? At first, Puls will nod without hesitation. But I'm sure she's mean, because it's obvious that she cherishes this brotherhood. In order to make her frail brother healthier, she listened to the doctor's orders, got up early every day, took pains to sunbathe with her brother on the beach and enjoyed every happy mood. Although Puls has many advantages, I still appreciate her cherished concept. It has become a habit to cherish one flower, one grass, one person and one thing. So I won't regret it when I grow up or even in my life. Her childhood was full of flowers.
Once upon a time, I longed for further progress. Looking back suddenly, I found that my childhood was gone, destroying the flowers of one tree after another. Wandering several times, the sentimental time is fleeting, which makes people too anxious and disappointed about their childhood past. At this point, I have to sigh. The two protagonists never complain about others, but seek value and benefits from the dribs and drabs of life with persistent pursuit, and dare to become the masters of life. Although they live in stories, they inspire people in reality. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. All good things will go far. It is important to face the "fallen flowers" with ease and remember to cherish the "return of Yan".
I am willing to put my mind in a sunny place, facing the sea, and spring blossoms. ...
During the flowering period of 14, it rained in Mao Mao all morning. I don't want to go out on a slightly cold day. I thought that "a spring rain and a warmth" is finally the season of spring blossoms. Reading in front of a bar is most suitable for this weather. The fog outside the glass wall is as unpredictable as the fairy gas in the heavenly palace.
In my spare time, I happened to see an Iranian child playing "Challenge the Impossible" on TV. Alat, a child less than three years old. It is very difficult for adults to challenge pentathlon, but Alat persisted and succeeded! After reading it, I was very excited. Is this the sooner you work hard, the luckier you will be? Or opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.
After lunch, I drove out for a walk after the rain cleared up. Rape flowers on both sides of the road danced in the sun, and the unknown trees at the entrance of the playground gave off a yellow Ye Er. Back in the countryside, the cherry blossoms in the yard are very lively, as if welcoming the arrival of spring, and as if taking advantage of the season to live up to spring.
Haizi said, "Give every river and mountain a warm name. May you have a lover and be happy on earth. I just want to face the sea in spring! Many times, we will be inspired by something and encouraged by someone. Enlightenment or encouragement, we didn't stick to it all the time, so we still did nothing and comforted ourselves with ordinary and valuable things.
I used to like watching some inspirational videos, but when I turned around, I found myself a giant of thought and a dwarf of action. This is not to say that inspirational videos are not good, but that they need to be different from person to person and prescribe the right medicine. Don't wait until your youth is spilled all over the floor and you can't pick it up, then sigh, "Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad."
This season is suitable for all things to grow;
This season, we need to struggle!
Blooming season 15 Every flower has to go through the pain of blooming. After the pain of heartbreak, gorgeous flowers bloom, just to welcome the flowers.
That flower bloomed in the wrong season, and that feeling fell at the wrong age. It's sunny in the afternoon, and you and them are sweating on the basketball court. When I was tired, I sat on the floor and started talking and laughing again. Often raise your mouth for a goal; After the championship game, our laughter. Footprints on Genting Mountain, accompanied by the laughter of a group of teenagers, are unforgettable on the octagonal building, and there are uneducated memories. That group of "arrogant" teenagers, in this way, are doing things that have nothing to do with learning at will in the season when gardenias are fragrant. I record poetic youth in your world.
Someone once said that flowers bloom with sound. That delicate, weak voice is so small and fragile, with a hint of casual shyness. With a gentle "pa", the petals slowly spread out, and the slender stamens swayed slightly in the sun. A gentle wind blew, and the petals of jade swayed with the wind, emitting a burst of fragrance. This fragrance seems to be the whisper of life, softly telling the hardships of flowering: when it was just a bud, it had buried the dream of flowering in the bottom of my heart. With such a holy and beautiful ideal, after a long wait and suffering, the flowers gave birth to graceful flowers. At the moment of blooming, it trembled and endured the pain at the last moment. Because flowers bloom only for falling flowers, only for life.