"Time and Yin Caprice" | text: Xiao Qing
"A few nights of wind and rain, the flowers fall unknown"
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The story of spring, the wind of summer, and the fall of leaves in autumn... All of this has now drifted away with the gentle singing of the soul to the far side in the depths of the soul, leaving only new thoughts and nostalgia like water flowing years to the snowy winter that has just passed, and also left behind the ordinary dusk of the new year that has not yet set.
Sometimes I will sigh that a year has passed like this, and a year has started like this, is it not a waste of the good time of the past. Fortunately, the spring at this time is turning around in a place full of flowers, with a fresh dew rain, with a warm vitality and fragrance, is singing all the way to here.
The nostalgia for time and the perception of the years may be in this spring. The clouds and clouds in the sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, and the old people and teenagers who are walking in front of the window are interpreting similar stories for this time and shade every moment.
Yesterday, we also faced the fiery morning sun, but today we have to sigh at the dusk of the sunset; the leaves that danced like butterflies in the branches some time ago are now scattered with the wind and swept away the feelings of the land; the flower girl of a few years ago will now be alone in the twilight mirror, infinitely sad for the short and easy passing of youth.
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Good times are always so fleeting. Once upon a time we were like this: in the spring sowing hope, but lingering and wandering in the intoxicating poetry, a few nights of wind and rain, flowers falling unknown; in the summer, we will have some fiery pursuits, but we can not withstand many colorful temptations, often in the long night of flowers, lost in those charming dreams; in autumn, our emotions are no longer frosty, fragile memory strings can not be stringed, moving past can no longer be mentioned; long winter, we long for sunshine, and at the same time squander the sun, We only know how to use sunlight to warm up or turn over the already mottled diary, but we don't know that the sun is warm and cold, and it turns out that it can't withstand use.
Time is really short. Now when I look back on the past in this spring, I will feel that there are constant songs and bells that still echo in those dreamlike past events and linger endlessly. Yes, when the songs and bells of the years suddenly ring in the depths of our souls, are we creeping to listen? Or run and catch up? Or do you still sit back and quietly reminisce and wait?
In any case, I don't want to be a lonely pedestrian. Because around me, or in our hearts with each other, there will always be a wish and blessing that dissolve into silent footsteps. In the cycle of the four seasons, in the story of time, I will wade through the river of these years, whether it is wandering, waddling, or need to run, I will always go forward, because there will always be a spring in front of me, closer and closer to me.
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Pen name: Xiao Qing, in literature, good and sad, nostalgic and quiet, positive and sunny in life.
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