Text: Mountains and lakes and seas of clouds
On days when the rain and fog are thick, the temperature drops again and again, and it drops to the early spring season, with drizzle and chills. However, at that time, I had a good heart, and I waited for a long winter, and I was sure that there was a brilliant spring day ahead.
Now, in this remnant spring scene, the flowers of the spring have fallen, the poetry of Tao Li Fangfei has been written, and when the mood is tightened and the thoughts are adjusted, so that the spring can be slowly sent away, an inexplicable cold rain suddenly wakes people up.
It seems that only in this way, in this multi-terminal weather, can you soberly realize the unprovoked and abnormal hidden in life. The seasons will give you an inadvertent, worldly thing is also too much inexplicable, so cultivated, so constantly increasing the ability to adapt to the wind and rain.
In the distance came the chirping of the dove, and the low and deep cry penetrated the rain and fog and reverberated in the air. I listened to the sound of the rain, which was covered with the sound of drizzledrops, and it kept circling in my mind.
It was a lonely groan, and in the late spring of April it was telling some sad story. Somehow, in such weather, graceful birds will hide in the mountains and forests, and this lonely cry reminds me again and again, reminding me of the cold and warm impermanence of the season.
I don't know where the dove, whether it is also me at this time, facing the long sky, a little bored and relieving, which will produce a sad tone.
People's emotions will really be subtly transformed, and sensitive people like me seem to be more susceptible to the decay of grass and trees, and to the overlap of wind and frost. Sorrow and joy are involuntarily written on the face, clear and clear, like a drop of water that is about to fall.
"A thousand kinds of sorrow and joy in the world flow silently and endlessly, and what is visible is the appearance of the late return, and what is invisible is the traceless cold of spring and summer." Some melt into the billowing red dust, others fade into poetry and far away. ”
Perhaps, everyone brings a melancholy soul, dancing in time, taking over the pieces of snowflakes falling from heaven and earth, and learning to build a castle for themselves. A thousand kinds of sorrow and joy, ten thousand kinds of emotions, soft in the flow of the four seasons.
At that moment, Zi Yan was red, this moment, lonely cold and clear shadow; at that moment, the cool moon was like an eyebrow, and this moment was comfortable and rainy. The ethereality of time and space is painting in thousands of paintings, and people's state of mind is not also a wave of unevenness, a wave of rises? Ups and downs, fluttering and turning, constantly lost in the wind and smoke of the ferry.
On days when the rain and fog are thick, the temperature drops again and again, and the monthly season that has opened for one period blooms again. The slight rain stained the petals, covered with a light and traceless beauty, and I was worried that this cold wind would blow it, but I did not know that it was swaying, and I was overwhelmed.
Dumbly laughing at his own unwarranted worries, in the face of wind and frost, everything has already practiced martial arts. And the amorous me, watching, thinking, slowly transforming my state of mind, in the low return of the birdsong, suddenly saw a person who was cultivating to move forward.
She travels through time, crosses in the long river of life, is familiar with the nature of origin and fate, and is skilled in the opening and closing of human exchanges. The traceless coldness of spring and summer will increase its coldness in a cold rain, and it will also disappear its invasion in the blossoming of a flower.
I rejoiced in this feeling, as if I saw the rain and fog gradually dissipating, and behind it there was the infinite excitement of spring. In the face of the bitter cold, it turned out that I had the ability to warm my own stove. A storm can be cleansed of floating troubles, just like a pot of turbid wine, pouring yourself a drink, you can also comfort the fireworks.
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