In the spring, I take all my leisure time, follow the timing of the blossoms, enjoy the flowers, take pictures, write articles, listen to plays - such a time I like the most, red dust has nothing to disturb my heart, only the remaining brilliant light on my line.
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Pushing open the lintel of April, the eyes were full of purple and red, and the footsteps kept shuttling through it, forgetting that time would be like water.
Peach blossoms, magnolias, apricot blossoms, begonias, plum blossoms, pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, bauhinia flowers, and rape flowers... It was a spring chorus.
I took all my leisure time, followed the timing of the blossoms, admired the flowers, took pictures, wrote, listened to the drama - such a time I liked the most, the red dust had nothing to disturb, only the remaining brilliant photos of me.
I think this is also the so-called middle-aged people, slowly experience the affection and beauty of ordinary days, and then let their lives and lifestyles go in this direction.
In fact, I have always felt that being able to be a flower watcher in my day is a luxury enough.
This luxury is not about time, it is about the heart.
First of all, you have to have the heart to see the flowers, and secondly you have to look at the flowers with your heart.
Otherwise, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will not go to your heart, naturally, you can not see the good of the flowers, and then naturally, you will not feel the good of seeing the flowers.
You see, the weather is sunny, the spring breeze blows through, the sky is clear blue, and all kinds of flowers are blooming, who can not throbbing in their hearts?
I think the happiest thing in life is Su Shi's words: drizzle and oblique wind for the cold, light smoke and willows and sunny beaches. Entering Huai Qingluo gradually became long. Snow foam milk flower floating noon cup, artemisia annua shoots try spring plate. The taste of the world is pure joy.
In fact, Qinghuan is an abstract mood, can not be touched, can not grasp, but it can make the days of joy, can make the heart pure, can feel happiness in life.
You see, children, young people, old people, all come out, their faces showing clarity and joy that match the April sun – of course, not all of them look at the flowers, but who can avoid the flowers this season?
And what I want to say is that the world of flowers is so vast and so subtle, and it takes a word not to ask, not to say a word, but it is enough to probe the joy and sorrow hidden in a person's heart, and then silently give comfort with such a vast and subtle breath...
You say, don't you hurry up to see the flowers?