Not sure when the two of us had an early morning conversation, from "Sleeping Well?" "Did you drink water?" "What about blood pressure?" "At first, I fell asleep unconsciously on the couch at night, woke up, looked at my watch, it was past eleven o'clock in the night, the day was not over, but a new round of insomnia began.
Spring and autumn are tired, summer is snoozing, winter is freezing, I don't feel the spring eyelids, but there is always some autumn fatigue. For the blossoming of a hundred flowers, there is no such joy as last year. Some are to those tender greens, those new sprouts full of strength and vitality, or green, or yellow, or red, in every corner of the unscrupulous upwards, from scratch, from small to large, fast-growing shoots. It was hopeful, and everything was just what it was at the beginning.
In the season when the elderly are old and the children have started a family, if there is a season in life, it should be autumn, right? What fills the face is the elegance of autumn leaves. What is hidden in the heart is unforgettable, it is to support such brilliant pain and pain, and it is the vicissitudes and experiences of life.
Don't ask, "How's the old man?" "Maybe this is the most untouchable pain. My hometown has become a hometown that I can't go back to.
Don't ask, "How about the child?" "Maybe that's why they're so dim-eyed.
Life really has seasons, then enjoy this tender green, brilliant color.
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