【Fallen Flower People Independence】
Author: Xiao Ying Source: Tang in the smoke wave
In the spring, it is indeed the revival of all things. The cherry blossoms are so eye-catching in the Spring Breeze Road that it is as if the light of the sky has fallen in front of you. Some of the magnolias are snow white and some are bright red, white is like the skin of a young girl who is blown and broken, if it is drizzled with spring rain, it is more like jade; red is as dazzling as the wings of a pink butterfly, and it is more delicate and moving in the melting spring light.
And the purple and red of this spring day are not always the same, and the weather in Jiangnan is also very easy to change. As Zi Zhan said: "The cold spring blows wine to wake up", Hangzhou has not yet fully tasted the comfort of the warm sun, and the spring rain will fall in the slightest, accompanied by some "ling" cold winds. Although I did not go up the mountain to look for spring like my predecessors, I could also listen to the sound of "beating leaves through the forest" in the bushes, and the fine spring rain did not need an umbrella, and I could feel exceptionally refreshing when I let the misty rain wet my face. It seems that in an instant, I also understood Su Xueshi's "Bamboo cane and mango shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?" A cloud of smoke and rain is a life of peace. "Such a spring breeze and drizzle day can indeed teach people to be blind.
In the light rain, the scenery of spring is even more beautiful. Walking alone on the trail, the emerald green asakusa has gradually replaced the old visitors in autumn, and the flowers are more like the faces of babies in the rain, full of youthful vitality and delicacy. Reaching out and stroking it, it was so silky and delicate that it was incomparable, and the slightly wet fingers carried a bit of intoxicating floral fragrance. I was intoxicated by every feminine flower, and seemed to forget the distance.
The thin curtain of spring rain, the blowing of spring wind, the flowers are circling in the branches, and they fall in the middle of the night. And walking on that road in the early morning is really heart-wrenching, a good school of "no one in the deep courtyard, empty locks full of flowers and rain." The falling red on the ground is the beauty of spring, but it passes away with the wind one by one. At the dim moment, I looked at the empty branches and realized that they were really gone, drifting with the wind without leaving a trace, and escaping into the next reincarnation. At this moment, I am just a "stranger from a foreign land", a person who has been worried for a long time, looking at "flowers floating freely and flowing by themselves", but I don't know where is the direction of home.
"Lin Hua thanked Chun Hong, too hurried, helpless to come to the cold rain and late wind." The flowers of the forest, which were still in March, had scattered, while the morning rain and the twilight wind were hurrying. The flowers that accompanied me have passed away, and no matter how sad it is, it is just like the lord of the queen sighing, "Since people grow up to hate water and long east", this wordless river flowing east, leaving behind a life that is doomed to regret. A swallow that is independent in the falling flowers, but does not find a double fly in the light rain. I slowly left, careful consultation, sighing in the soul of the "Cloud Mengze" drifted away, regretting that the beauty in my heart quietly left.
In the rain of falling flowers, there are always people who are quiet and independent.
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