Author: Zi Mo
Today's snow is still blowing, and there is no intention of stopping.
The spring breeze is in full swing, a snow, and the temperature of the season is winter again.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, it is also a feeling that the world is like the weather, saying that change will change, today's snow is falling, tomorrow is the willow dark flowers.
Mr. Yang Dai said: "There will be no simple happiness in the world, happiness is always mixed with troubles and troubles. ”
The scenery is infinite, always not controlled by people, when proud, you can be proud of the spring breeze and see all the Chang'an flowers in one day. The troughs are wandering, and it is full of sorrow and joy, the ups and downs, the ups and downs are life, life is impermanent, but it is only ordinary.
When the spring breeze spreads over the eaves, the delicate mood waits for the flowers to bloom, the snow quietly arrives, when the grass on the side of the road is long and warblers fly, the fields glow blue, and the peach and plum meet the smoke and rain. However, the years have given us a snow.
Winter is gradually far away, spring smoke is ethereal, the background is blurred, and the spring breeze gently spreads, passing through the pear blossom path, causing a thin layer of snow and spreading through the plum red.
A snow, as if to bury the old days, cover the clues of spring, and the joy of the grass and trees, the rush of the river.
A snow that makes the earth white, in the endless emptiness, the paw prints of the birds are clear, and the backs of the pedestrians are blurred.
When the snow fell, I felt the surge of the spring tide, and the white horses of time galloped by, with the attachment to spring, running in the scenery of the alternating winter and spring.
One life, one autumn of grass and trees. The world is like this, no one can escape always meet and part, impermanent life, but also has a kind of expectation of beauty.
When the snow falls, plum blossoms also bloom in the old words, the snowflakes fall silently, back to the old land, plum fragrance meets, and the white head is not felt in deep affection.
Half a life has passed, on the road of life, many scenes are familiar, starting from spring, wind and snow, spring is so close, and so far.
Calm down, cook a pot of wind and snow, enjoy a spring snow with time, and feel the cold and warmth of the world in a safe place.
The wind dwells on the fragrance of flowers, and blooms beautifully in the branches of memory, and in the unexpected encounter, encounters a snow, and meets to go far away together.
Snowflakes, blooming all over the mountains, blooming before peach and plum, perhaps, this is the mercy of spring, so that the beauty of snowflakes blooms again in the best season, the time is just right, the snow is pleasant, the plum snow meets as scheduled, and meets the gentleness of this season.
Embracing dreams, as promised a beautiful journey, slightly stunning, painting the years of rivers and mountains, Meixue competed for spring and refused to fall, but also happy.
The snow in the sky fell, the earth opened its arms, revealing its heart, the wind blew and the snow fell, the snowflakes were as big as a mat, and the human world that had just woken up was covered with a layer of quilts by the enthusiasm of the snowflakes.
Perhaps, today I am walking in a snow-white dream, and tomorrow when I wake up, the sun is just hanging on my window, thinking that beyond my vision, everything is revived, and the warmth is getting closer a little.
Nostalgic for yesterday's events, outside the window of the wind and snow, the spring breeze is still swaying with flowers and branches, listen carefully, and there are also spring murmurs in the cold.
Gaze at the spring snow, remember the days that have passed, thousands of mountains and rivers come with hope, snowflakes, send off for winter, pieces of snowflakes pray for spring.
I remember Bingxin's sentence in "Send a Little Reader": "The layers of pine branches on the surrounding mountains, wearing a very thick snow like white velvet, sink and droop, and from time to time fall one or two palm-sized snow blocks, silently piled on the snow." ”
Snowflakes are floating on the way home, and so are we, between the comings and goings of time, every life rushes forward, day and night, day and night.
If you understand the weight of life and look down on the lightness of gains and losses, you will understand that the most important thing in life lies in a kind heart and the most beautiful scenery, which is nothing more than inner contentment.
Life is short and must be full of joy, do not seek a wonderful life, but seek a walk without regrets in the world, just like the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, with life for the last time in the spring to dance, spare no effort.
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