Flowers blossom and fall are poetry
Author| Princess Youlan Editor: Yimeng Fangfei
Lin Hua thanked the spring red, too hurried, yesterday was still in the branches of the purple yan red bloom of spring flowers, always in a gust of wind, a rain behind, helpless to fall, zero fell into the mud.
The ups and downs of life open and close, like spring flowers, many times, by unsatisfactory, undesirable, can only resign themselves to fate, can only resign themselves to it. Fortunately, after the rain hits the flowers and the wind blows, there is always one or two winds in the world, which can fill one hundred and eight thousand sorrows. Fortunately, after the zero is crushed into mud and dust, there are always green fruits on the branches, which can solve the hatred of spring.
Life is always half alive, half lonely, half desolate and helpless, half full of vitality. Time is rushing, Ren is no matter how affectionate the hand is, he can't keep the yesterday that flew by; Ren is a wise person, he can't keep the messy spring, and he can't keep the Shaohua years that are easy to pass away. Only by following the spring all the way, walking into the depths of the years, with a glass-like pure heart, to see the light gathering and dispersion, to see the habitual flowers bloom and fall, to experience ups and downs, cold and warm alternating.
In the depths of time, the past is mottled, and how many people have gathered and scattered, scattered and gathered, interpreting the sorrows and joys of the world. Looking back at the past in the old paper pile, how many bitter pains, how many unspeakable heartaches, can be walked and stopped, life is still growing in the change of the four seasons, and deep affection is still stopped in the changes of the years.
There are many feelings in the world, true love is difficult to say, a moment of laughter and a moment of loneliness, a moment of pride, a moment of despair, not to the end of life, who can know the end of life? Along the way, only by learning to cherish, to find poetry in the blossoming and falling of flowers, only to learn to transform, to become strong in the division and integration.
Cool and thin in the world, one flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi, the gladness of grass and grass, the gentleness of flowers and flowers, the livelihood of insects and insects, and the wisdom of people. If you raise your head, you are not limited to the confusion in front of you, no matter how confused you are, you can't stop the road under your feet, if you lean down and don't run with the waves, no amount of vicissitudes can bring away poetic feelings. If I calm down and the outside world is noisy, what can I do?
In nature, peach blossoms are full of poems, offsetting the poison of the years with romance, flowing water to take away sorrows, and reconciling the ruthlessness of time with relief. The dawn takes away the darkness and starts a good day with hope, what is our unforgettable sorrow and hatred?
Spring flowers bloom by themselves, autumn fruits ripen by themselves, people come from their own, fate is destined to go to heaven, in their own side of the world, live well, be a person with their hearts, do their best to do things, really love something, whether it is the fragrance of grass and trees, or the fragrance of books and tea, or the cause of love, the people who love, let the boring and thin days become alive and fragrant, become flavorful, what is not the harvest of life, what is not the gift of happiness, what is not a weak individual, the wisdom choice to deal with the ruthless fate.
The hand of time, turning the clouds and rain, can take away the fangfei in the sky, but can not take away the fragrance of the heart, a person whose soul is soaked with fragrance, a person who is not afraid of the changes of the years, who is not afraid of the wind and rain of life, who is not afraid of the confusion of the road ahead, and finally can properly collect the flowers all the way, brew a wisp of heart fragrance, a lifetime of companionship, a lifetime of haunting, elegant old age, happy old age.
"The world is a big dream, how many autumn coolness will life be?" People live for a lifetime, but a big dream, how many fame and fortune, are all over the clouds, how many bones and deep feelings, are all falling flowers and flowing water. We can't cling to it, we can't escape it. Only with the wisps of heart incense that is quenched, the night and night carry the fragrance of flowers into dreams, and the flowers fall into poetry every day. Flowers blossom is poetry, and flowers fall is poetry. When a heart is calm and calm, all that comes into the eyes is the scenery, what is lost is the prologue, and what is expected is good luck.
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