Cut a wisp of spring breeze to comfort people's wind and rain
The author | Yirenchun Wenyuan | Mulan Shuxiang
Edit: Ichimon Fangfei
The east wind is accompanied by willows and spring colors, and the flowing water plays the piano and dances drunken strings. Wave goodbye to yesterday's cold, spring has quietly arrived...
The warm breeze, like a delicate jade hand, opened the prelude to spring, and the frozen river was awakened by spring, restoring the clarity and hustle and bustle of the past. The breeze blows, the distant mountains are stacked, that is the language of spring; the grass is long and the warblers fly, and the branches are re-excited, which is the murmur of spring. What slowly opens up is not just a river of spring water, but a bright spring, the endless hope of the world!
Ten miles in the spring breeze, strange flowers bloom. The mountains and rivers covered with sunshine are bright and peaceful.
The fragrance of a hundred flowers and branches surrounds the nose, and the wind blows on the green willow bank. Spring is so beautiful, the swallow returns to the corridor, everything sprouts, there is a strong floral fragrance, there is the floating of willow rhymes, a cut of Fang Fei beautiful branches in the spring, carrying a curtain of dreams. Where the gaze is gazed, the fragrance of flowers is full of fragrance, the spring is swaying, and life is always reborn in persistence and tenacity.
Long time, how many degrees of spring? Life has experienced thousands of mountains along the way, read thousands of seas, along the way, there are winter snow drifting cold, there are also warm sun colorful strings, I don't know how much wind and rain have been experienced, how many sorrows, joys and bittersweet, even so, the heart is still warm, the eyes are still looking forward to.
Life is full of ups and downs, all the way it is inevitable to run and work, cold and warm sometimes, sad and happy. When the warm wind blows through the treetops and the spring colors soak the mountains and seas, time also warms up, and the years are silently soft.
There is no peach and plum white wind blowing, not called spring wind; no tree that has been drenched in spring rain and winter snow, not called an old tree; no age that has gone through ups and downs, not called growing up; no life that has gone through pain and sorrow, not called maturity. As Mr. Yang Dai said: "The quiet years are a moment, a place of chicken feathers is daily life, even if the world is occasionally thin and cool, the heart should be prosperous, shallow and happy, quiet love, deep understanding, light relief ..."
Red dust stacks on the road of life, laughter and sorrow rush. In life, there are too many ups and downs. Life is not always smooth, because it understands, so it is free; because it is calm, it is happy. There is no eternal sunny day, there is no eternal rainy season, basking in the sun on sunny days, listening to the sound of rain on rainy days, perhaps there are days of wind and rain, which carries the thickness of life; days when the wind is light and cloudy, it is more suitable for quiet understanding.
There are many small fragments of time that make up different seasons of life, different journeys, and different landscapes. Half of the ups and downs, like a dream, in the blink of an eye, when the spring flowers bloom everywhere, learn to look forward, and there will be different beautiful scenery ahead.
In March on earth, it is the spring breeze ten miles of time and warmth, when the ink-colored branches are half-hidden, when the willow branches dance lightly on the shore of the blue water, the cold frost and snow are blown away, and the dust and flying sand are also whisked away.
Time flies, and the water often flows east. Every day that has not danced is a failure of life. Time has not stopped; years have not stopped; the past has not returned. The scenery of life is half wind and rain, half calm, half bright, half worried; half blossoming, half snow falling.
The heavens and the earth are vast, the four seas are endless, and life is only a drop in the ocean. Chunhua is easy to pass away, life is short, in addition to life and death, everything is smoke and clouds, why waste time in the entanglement, to complain, cherish the good time you have, grateful for the past, live your hardest daily life, live your best appearance.
The water of the xuehua township is gradually fattening, and the mountains and rivers are pregnant and green. Linxuan listens to the wind, pushes the window to call smoke, the grass is sprouting, the tree is spitting green, the peach and plum are brewing and flowering, and spring is coming!
Spring is warm, sunny and full of vitality; spring is grass long warblers flying, ploughing and sowing; spring is hope, everything sprouts, and life is endless.
Walk in quemo, cut a wisp of spring wind, and comfort life in the wind and rain. May you have a period of time and a hope for the years in the days of thin water and long streams; may the strangers of the deceased meet each other, the joy of gathering in the courtyard of relatives and friends, laughing and strolling, lightly picking up a place of slanting sun, and watching half the city years; may you wish everything you wish, and rejoice in what you get!
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