Let time not speak, and the past blossom
Author | Tea Flower Source | Anban Lan Ruo
Edit: Ichimon Fangfei
Entering April, time becomes warm and soft.
Green willows whisk the embankment, strange with green. The willows, like green ribbons, swayed with the wind. Spring water is born, reflecting the vitality of spring.
Fold a thin willow and say goodbye to the past. Warm a pot of old wine, under the peach blossom tree, there are dark fragrant sleeves.
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April, the late spring season, is a third of the year. Just like our lives, a third of the journey, is about to say goodbye. After years, the breeze of the years has blown away the young youth.
Those purple and red flowers, those sparkling ignorance, those timeless past, in the most beautiful April day, one by one.
Like the petals of the petals dancing softly, carrying a touch of affection in life, as soft as willow silk, floating in the spring wind. Pieces of flowers rained, embracing the earth without hesitation, and in a gesture of refuge, turned into dark incense dust.
Until the flower Xie Fangfei is exhausted, a wisp of dark incense is silently collected by the years. In the cycle of seasons, only wait for the spring breeze to rise again, and see the flowers bloom again...
Just let time be silent and not speak.
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Those who miss it, don't miss it.
Life always has to be once, do not seek to go all the way, do not seek the sky and the earth, do not even ask you to love me, only hope to meet you in my most beautiful years.
Those yellowed past events do not have to be nostalgic.
If memories can be drunk, then the past is a hangover, drunk over Fang Zhi'ai deep affection.
Those who are not emotional, do not have to be entangled.
Not every relationship can be fulfilled. The people you love teach you self-love and self-esteem, and the people who love you make you confident. Everyone you meet is teaching you to grow.
On the stem of memory, who does not have two or three lotus flowers, draped in emotional flowers, unfolding namelessly. Flowers blossom and fall at the end, and the edges come and go like water.
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Sometimes not getting it is also a relief, and regret is another kind of fulfillment. Don't push too hard, know how to look down.
Not every seed can grow into a tree, not every flower can bear fruit, and not every cloud understands the drift of the wind.
Not every love can be cultivated into a positive result, not every family can be harmonious, and not every ideal can be fully realized.
Don't dwell on irreparable things, don't invest your feelings in people who don't know how to cherish, and don't waste your life on frequent looking back.
In the face of these regrets, the best thing to do is to look down on the gains and losses and go with the flow. Everyone learns to cherish in the loss, and learns to be calm in the regret.
To get is the beauty of joy, and regret is also the beauty of imperfection. An elegant life is the calmness of reading the world, the wisdom that has gone through vicissitudes, and the indifference of a thousand sails.
All regrets are another kind of fulfillment. Let all imperfections blossom in the clouds of the past.
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Thinking of Su Dongpo, he is talented, his articles are famous all over the world, and his poetry and painting are also very accomplished. However, his career was bumpy and arduous, and he experienced many twists and turns. He was constantly belittled, but he remained gentle, open-minded and compassionate.
The hardships of life have not crushed Su Dongpo, and his optimism has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Life is impermanent, and he cultivates penetrating wisdom and faces it safely. Constantly living, he wrote, "This peace of mind is my hometown."
In his later years, Su Dongpo sent ephemera to heaven and earth, and it was a millet in the sea. Mountains, rivers, breezes and moons, are the most beautiful scenery in life.
All the experiences, all the regrets, all the feelings, have created a unique Su Dongpo. Through the dust of time, his life, like the elegance and compassion of a lotus.
No scrambling, no rushing. Gain indifferently, lose calmly. Let go of the obsession in your heart, gather together, scatter and scatter, and don't ask whether it is a fate or a fate.
In the most beautiful spring light, all the way to walk, all the way to cherish. Laugh and watch the flowers blossom and fall, and listen to the clouds and clouds.
Let time not speak, and the past blossom.