Spring is in full swing, and Haizi is returning to the south.
It was a crisp morning in spring. There is no wind, no snow, no winter cold. A breeze blowing outside the window was cold on the face and body.
Looking back and staring, in all the words, there is always a faint sadness floating from a corner of the heart, a corner of the heart blooms a faint flower, let all the thoughts return to the wilderness with the flower fragrance, let all the thoughts sway in the wind of the season, let the heart warm into the gentleness of a tree blossom.
In the past, every day was very fulfilling, but it always felt that it was not natural, and everyone used the way of losing concepts to build their own life gallery, to seek some beauty and scenery.
It is often said that as long as a person has a good mood and a good mentality, no matter who it is or who it is, he can enjoy the beauty of life to the fullest. However, when this day, we can have enough time to give this beauty to ourselves, it is also a happy thing.
Quiet good mood, always too late to appreciate this dream to knock on the door. It was a time of sorrow and joy, bright and clear, soft like water, like the wind, cool and permeated with a little Zen sadness, a soft intestine, all the way up and down.
The once mountain alliance and sea oath are now also scattered by the wind of time, the dreams that were once gone with time, the innocence of the past has long become a fantasy, and now the song is finally scattered, only those clear past events are awakened one by one, and they are no longer willing to mention it.
I like to be alone in the quiet moonlit night, quietly thinking about this boring space, quietly savoring life. The heart is deeply moved, entangled by a multitude of sounds.
A person walking alone on the silent boulevard, the sky is flowing with several lines of endless loneliness and sadness, from time to time, a few tears of goodness break into the mind from time to time, looking for the footprints of the past, the loss and wandering of the past is so clear, and it is so strange and familiar, everything has become the strangeness of today, déjà vu is always familiar under the silent night sky, familiar with the future of the past. A scene of familiar pictures gradually opened up.
Time goes farther and farther, and whenever we face everything in a different way, we will naturally feel the warmth and peace of life.
The heart is a window to the world. There is the smell of wind in the sky, and the wind is cool and intoxicating. The breath of purity swayed in the wind, diffuse, hidden in the heart.
The years are like songs, dancing red dust, we are just here quietly looking at the cycle of the four seasons.