【If life is only like the first sight】
The author ‖ South Wind
The ancients wrote: Fire tree honeysuckle, star bridge iron lock open. Dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes one by one. Chinese New Year's Eve rings the new year with the deafening sound of firecrackers, and the Lantern Festival renders the end of the year with brilliant and colorful street lights. Still on the tip of the tail in winter. This season was given by poets as the metaphor of "silver bowl full of snow, bright moon hidden heron", and in the old years, the years were always filled with fireworks.
Soon, the night grew darker. Looking out through the window glass, even the last shadow of the dusk was secretly surrounded by the night, hanging with the soft smile of the Milky Way. The lighthouse on the sea level was gradually lit up by a bunch of endless fire trees and honeysuckles, and there was a fine fragment of warmth hidden between the bricks and tiles, and a porridge and a meal were full of tenderness between the eyebrows.
Walking on the street, red lanterns hang on the corners of the streets, full of festive and peaceful. After the fifteenth day of the first month, adults have to go to work, children have to go to school, and a new chapter in busy life has begun. The streets are crowded, the smell of the new year seems to have not been dispersed in the first month, and the afterglow of fireworks after the dome is scattered in the sky of people's happiness.
The older people grow, the more accustomed they become to parting. It turns out that the price of growth is to say goodbye again and again. There are very few reunions, and more are parting ways. The friends who visited the lantern festival together have long been scattered all over the world, and now the lanterns are still there, and people have already changed batches of people. The agreement that "the old street tells the old story, and the old wine on the edge of the city" was once promised, but now I think it will be scattered with the wind of time.
If life is only as it first sees. When we say goodbye, we have long lost the beauty and joy of the first sight. Only the Tao is that people with old hearts are changeable. A jar that has existed in the past is soaked with the fragrance of the years, and after nine or nine years of aging, only one cup, drunk as if the deceased returned.
About the Author
Nanfeng, born in a small town in Shaanxi, likes to read, likes the poet Shu Ting, and the index finger. Love all the good in the world.
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