"On every side of life, there are beautiful scenery."
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Original: The edge of life
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01
spring
The wind is chilling.
This is certainly a pretty good start.
Spring has come, everything has revived, and the earth has happily changed into new clothes.
The chill that had been hovering for a season finally subsided and there was a sense of retreat.
No, it's not that there's a sense of retreat, it's about retreating clean.
At this time, take off a heavy winter coat, people can also become lighter in the blink of an eye.
But this is not the case.
In "Butterfly Love Flower", Zhao Lingqi wrote next, but this sentence:
Falling powder wafts incense, red every day. The new wine has added to the residual wine, and this spring does not reduce the hatred of the previous spring.
Subsequently, as if to spit out quickly, Zhao Lingqi continued to write in the next piece of the word composition:
Butterfly went to the warbler to fly nowhere to ask, across the water tall building, looking at the broken Pisces letter. Annoyed by the mole wave autumn an inch, the oblique sun is only close to dusk.
02
Not less
High open low walk is probably not a very good word.
Whether it is used to describe people's fortunes or to describe the trend of a stock, it can taste the meaning of disappointment from these simple words.
However, whether you admit it or not, few people in this world want to go high and low.
If you have a choice, driving high and walking high is definitely a situation that everyone likes to see.
If not, it is also very satisfying to go low and high.
What about Zhao Lingxi?
Come to think of it, he is also unwilling to go high and low.
But reality is reality because, in general, it is not diverted by man's subjective will.
Of course, the fragrance of falling powder is fragrant, but it is two concepts in the end and the fragrance of the branches.
Of course, the daily red array is magnificent and charming, but it is fundamentally different from the spring in the mountains and wild branches.
Compared with the spring, the cold has completely subsided, and it really can't make people feel too much joy.
In this way, it is only natural that the new wine meets the residual wine.
Raise a glass to dispel sorrow and worry more sorrow.
But what if you don't raise a glass?
Don't you raise a glass, and the sorrow will disappear and disappear?
Or when you are awake, the melancholy feelings that rush forward will not be born in a lifetime of two, two, three or three?
All the same.
Rather than the countless toasters complaining about the ineffectiveness of wine, what they really lament is the deep-rooted melancholy.
Besides, what's so bad about wine?
If the residual wine is not good, then there will be a few new glasses of wine.
Since the sadness cannot be dissipated, even if it is added by a few points, what does it matter?
If you don't mind the stubbornness of this spring's sorrow, and then add to the wantonness of the previous spring's resentment, what is unacceptable?
Come on, come on, press to the numbness, no matter how much it doesn't matter.
03
Annoyed
Although spring is fading away, it is still too early to talk about autumn at this time.
However, the feeling of seasonal flow is often affected by psychological factors.
Circumstances are born from the heart.
This realm, the season, can of course also be included.
The mood is not smooth, when the spring falls red, early to feel the autumn depression, what is strange.
You ask the protagonist why he is in a bad mood, and for what reason —
Butterfly went to the warbler to fly nowhere to ask, across the water tall building, looking at the broken Pisces letter.
The butterfly goes to the warbler to fly, which refers to the season in which the protagonist is located, but also alludes to the distant people that the protagonist loves, like butterflies and yellow warblers, whose whereabouts are wandering and cannot be found.
However, if the butterfly goes to the warbler to understand as the object of the protagonist's envy, in order to show that she can't help herself, lamenting that she can't fly around like butterflies and yellow warblers, and can always fly to the side of the sweetheart, it is probably not bad.
If she has no wings, at least, she can understand the language of butterflies and yellow warblers, so that she can listen to the whereabouts of her sweetheart, then she can also talk about comforting the intestines, right?
Unfortunately, none.
Nowhere to ask is nowhere to ask, nowhere to ask is nowhere to ask, whether nowhere or no one, is a heartbreaking reality.
After looking at the Pisces letter, what can she, a weak woman, do?
She couldn't do anything but annoy the waves, feel the coldness of autumn early, or go further with autumn, and see that the good times of the year were about to be wasted.
The oblique sun is only close to dusk.
The passage of time in a day is actually in the blink of an eye.
The passage of time in a season is actually in the blink of an eye.
As for what would happen to a year, or even a lifetime, she didn't dare to think about it.
All she could think of, what she had to think of, was the slanting sun in front of her.
And, because of the slanting sun, she had to accept the fact that dusk was coming.
Some that should have come, some did not come, some, still came coldly and ruthlessly.
Come on, come on, come on.
Horizontal and vertical are all one day.
04
Light
In the dim light and shadow of the slanting sun, a thin figure stood quietly.
That is the last image that Zhao Lingqi showed to people in "Butterfly Love Flower".
This shadow is so sad and cold that it drags the reader into the emotional world of the lyric heroine in an instant.
There, there is another piece of light and shadow.
Light and dark, it seems that there is light flashing, and it seems to be forever silent, never ending.
When one person is obsessed with another person, the most annoying thing is to find that you are just singing a one-man show.
Falling flowers have no intention of flowing water, and have not been able to get news from the other party, in fact, there is no essential difference.
They are all the same torturous, the same madness, the same desire to hate.
Or the onlooker will say, what is so difficult about this, is it not a hundred to sweep the heartless man out of the house completely?
However, in the depths of love, where can we say that we will throw it away?
Maybe it's just garbage.
Those things that don't care, it is a pity to lose them, and even the things that are eager to be thrown away sooner rather than later are only a matter between sooner or later.
But everything that is cherished, even cherished like life, the more it feels like it cannot be retained, the more it must be grasped more tightly.
Falling powder wafts incense, red every day.
Even if you know that you can't catch it, you still have to struggle, tangle, and sigh before you are willing to drift to your ultimate destiny.
In the dim light and shadow, the thin figure was still stubbornly standing.
The night is coming, but the light, perhaps just after the darkness.
Life Jun said
"In the depths of love, it will surely grow as lush as spring."