——Halfway through April, the flowers are thin, in fact, some flowers have not yet had time to appreciate. Thanks, some people in this world, or things, will grow old before they are old...
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In the middle of April, in the brilliant light and shadow of Fanghua, time pushes the seasons to walk, and in the blink of an eye, spring will return, and the sentence "The most is that the human world cannot be retained, and Zhu Yan ci mirrors the flowers and trees", which can best represent this situation.
Between the flowers and trees, there is a wind that is getting colder, there are flowers that fall more, life, how many times?
Next, it should be "no one outside the door asks about the falling flowers, and the green shade is rising all over the world".
In fact, spring comes and goes, the flowers wither, the green shade grows, and it is inevitable.
Like days, no matter how you live, there will be regrets.
Also, life is not satisfactory, nine times out of ten!
Zhou Xiaofeng said: Nostalgia is the quietest verb.
I think I understand: because of the sadness that lasts a lifetime, it is turbulent in this silence...
Looking out the window, the spring flowers gradually become old shadows, such as the Golden Age...
Well, can't say, can't say...
In fact, I also think, there is no need to say!
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At night, it rained a little.
In fact, in the impression, it seems that the spring rain has never rained much, and even the sound of the rain is light and shallow, and you can only detect it from the degree of greenery of the grass and trees, and then say in your heart, Oh, it is raining!
In particular, the rain that fell on the yongdao in the depths of the park seemed to fall lonely.
However, I like this pure loneliness the most, and I feel that this loneliness can more relax the impetuous heart.
And the spring rain, so quietly holding the late spring clothes, gently knocking on the door lintel of the summer, let the spring, return to the summer, let the flowers bloom, return to growth.
Looking out the window, the early summer has secretly fallen on the branches, and it turns out that all life is like this, spring, summer, autumn, winter...
Looking out the window, the spring flowers gradually become old shadows, such as the Golden Age...
Well, can't say, can't say...
In fact, I also think, there is no need to say!