Spring thunder, spring rain. It's the spring equinox again, and it's the best time on earth.
I always feel that the letterhead of spring is full of peach blossom affectionate models, seasons and warmth, only separated by a flower.
Every spring, I didn't have time to see it draw new shoots, shoot branches, and blossom into peach blossoms eagerly. Or enthusiastic and unrestrained, or gentle and elegant, like a girl of the right age, just like that, regardless of whether it opens between the eyebrows of spring, opens on the painter's rice paper, opens between the lines of the poet's words, and opens in the window of time and shade.
Perhaps, every flower is opened for the person who understands her, if it can bloom in a person's heart, the spring wind spreads the flower letter, and the flower blooms without knowing the year, it will be the most beautiful bloom.
In my heart, there is a person who is placed there, it is a collection, and occasionally, when I think of it, it is only as light as a water mark.
Put the joy deep and shallow in the cup, do not share with outsiders, and enjoy the prosperity of the heart, which is the miss in the spring.
Standing in the eyebrows of spring, the past lives in the heart, how much affection, in the time and shade of zero into mud.
We always have a lot of things not to do, but because of the time and gone, there are always a lot of words before they have time to say, they missed with someone, the scenery of life, has been tossing and turning, how much too late, left in the station of life? How many more encounters, between turns, are swept away by a stroke of deep meaning? Spring breeze to explain the flower language, suspected to be the old man came. There is always a moment, by some touching to grasp the heart, those buried in the depths of the softness, is the consummation of the last freehand, who will be some of the encounters of that moment, properly into forever, in the twilight of the moment of looking back, a thousand turns.
Cold and warm intertwined years, no need to write more, will be a love to the extreme, and then in the long time, when you reminisce, what comes to your heart is warmth, is to remember, is worth it.
A person's time, always want to find a pure land of heart and mind, let the wings of thought, with the fragrance of the sun and earth stretch infinitely, gorgeous silence and elegant loneliness.
I drink tea under the flowers, the time is fragrant, walking in the wilderness, the heart is open. In the waiting of the days, there is always a joy and tranquility, penetrating the heart sea, there is always a memory, warm the heart, do not seek all the days to be glowing, only wish that every day is soaked with warmth...
Peach death, scorching, folding a peach blossom sniffing, it is full of the taste of spring, everyone's heart, there are half an acre of flower fields, planted with spring colors, looking forward to meeting with the beautiful flowers. The days, short and unspeakable, are rough but warm.
The four seasons change the mountains and high waters, there is always someone to accompany you to the ups and downs, the flowers blossom and flow for years, and there is always someone to accompany you to the long stream. All the others will one day be released in another way.
Sometimes, the prosperity of the years can have nothing to do with me, and simply and happily living every day is the gift of God.
I like the spring wilderness with flowers like a hug, and I also like the new green on the branches blown by the east wind, the sunshine is as transparent as the mood of the people, and the footsteps are light, like the spring breeze.
Spring is coming, don't panic, don't look forward to it, it will always come, the scenery that belongs to you will never be missed. Walking on the road full of sunshine, those hidden in the depths of the season, the joy of unexpected encounters, how many years like songs.
The willows are thousands of colors, the peach blossoms are fragrant, and the peach blossoms outside the city are blooming, forming a spring scenery of peach red willow green and willow dark flowers. Somehow, the older I get, the more I long for a kind of stability, fall in love with the faint smell of fireworks in the days, and yearn for a low-temperature and calm life.
Murakami said that moving to the suburbs, dealing less with people, going to bed early and getting up early, making three meals by yourself, and exercising more are actually practices.
I long for such a life, in the courtyard of the wind and smoke, write a few lines of small characters, get up in the morning, the window is still yesterday's mountains and greenery, my warm tea is still waiting for me, the ink written last night has dried, drinking tea, looking at the flower I like, according to my own wishes, open freely, cherish the king as usual, cherish the time as usual.
Life, no matter how many fresh clothes and angry horses there have been, in the end, there is only a cup of light tea left, just like you and I wash away the delicate life.
In the corridor where light and shadow intertwine, there is the joy of the peaks and the twists and turns, and there is also the sadness of the rain hitting the plantains, but I know that I came to this world to see the sun.
In the worldly flowers red willow green, looking for a poetic heart, planting flowers and planting trees in the spring, chanting poems in the autumn, time is not used to catch up, waiting is a stable beauty, who can stop the spring from sprouting, a flower blooms, it can bloom a spring, the earth is gradually plump, the days, but also come alive.
In life, there are always some people who come in one after another, and some people gradually fade out, in this person's comings and goings, sometimes they will be lonely, fortunately, walking, there will always be people who understand.
Like a kind of understanding, there is not too much entanglement, just simple, clean like and appreciation, such as the beauty of blue and white porcelain, across the mountains and water, still vivid, such as the bright sunshine of spring, moisturizing life. There is always a kind of emotion, which will reach the heart in an instant, some understand, do not say a word, only at the moment of encounter, joy is like a lotus, whether it is publicity or low eyebrows, all open in the heart.
Outside the window, the bright sun is full of the smell of spring. The smoke moon does not know the changes of the world, the peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze, no matter how the seasons change, if there is a scenery in the heart, it is the most beautiful flowing year.
In the green time, leaning on the window to admire the flowers, looking at the moon and cherishing friends, it is a clean and elegant, life mountain and water journey, walking with warm people, looking all the way green fat red skinny.
Time is long, look at the snow, there will be flowers blooming, write acacia full, there will be a landscape, properly attached to the past. I always feel that on the branches of the years, there must be those red lips and white teeth.
In the depths of a hundred flowers, if you have not bloomed and fallen with me, I only wish that the fragrance is delicate and delicate, and I cherish each other for warmth. Walking through the quiet alleys, there is always a scenery, time and coexistence, there is always a person, accompany you to see the green willow spring flowers, spend a good year, the time of the mountains and the water, never lost. The wind blows into the curtain, only the smell of clothes, it is another year of spring warmth, walking on the stranger, watching a spring rain, skimming away the worldly glitz, a peach blossom, attracting a spring love, those flowers bloom amazingly, those lips red teeth white time, enough to cover a vibrant spring. Spring equinox, all the good will come as promised. When the spring equinox comes, people reach middle age, put down what should be put down, pick up what belongs to you, and cherish what you have. So, okay.
Unit in charge: Propaganda Department of Songpan County CPC Committee
Organizer: Songpan County Rong Media Center
Editor-in-Chief: Yang Wenbin
Editor-in-Charge: Gu Yunhua
Editor: Zhong Linxiu
Source: Selected excerpts from the reading text