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In late spring, the flowers are cool
Author 丨 Xiyan · Anchor 丨 Autumn
Life is a journey that comes and goes, encounters are written all over the way, good and bad are landscapes. Own view.
The love is not over, and the spring is late. How hurried the years are, and suddenly the years are getting late, how can it not make people sigh.
"Flowers blossom and fall through spring", between the opening and falling of time, the flowers are hurried, making people nostalgic, the mind, but also a little light flowers cool...
The fluttering wind passed under the eaves in front of the window, pushing away the quiet broad heart. In the late spring, barefoot under the protection of dark incense time, the depth and shallow danced. Every deep groan is a poem of tricks.
Once in the spring, all the spring flowers bloomed and fell again. The days of waiting for spring are so long, and the days when spring comes, and the days of reunion with spring are so short.
If every flower blooms, it is a memory of spring, and I only hope that she can grow warm and cold.
You say: You must not be sad, the years are peaceful, and the spring light is long enough. A lifetime of infatuation, can you, a night full of flowers?! There is no need for any words, in the purest expression, to sigh the world's encounter and sorrow!
"Where life does not meet", however, the life journey is long, every kind of fate, will be settled, the flowers in the dream, the scenery in the memory, but will be euphemistic into the painting, with the rest of the life to treasure.
There are too many roads to walk, and the heart is also slightly vicissitudes, stretching out the distant places of worry. People who are deeply immersed in the eyes, there is gentleness, there is touch, and love is quietly dominating. After running through so many winds and waves, lonely scenery, it also feels particularly moving and extraordinarily emotional.
"Don't complain about the early return of spring, and spend a few red spots." The spring wind has no intention of blowing off a few thought flowers and leaves. I realized that I had too much hesitation in my heart and had never told anyone; suddenly, I was once a person with a story.
In late spring, the flowers fall to the ground, and the flowers become cooler. In every petal of tears, there is a heartache hidden.
Passing by all the flowers, experiencing all the green hair, time and shade, are steadily moving towards lush flourishing. No matter how nostalgic the beautiful first birth, it will eventually be replaced by the season.
Bai Luomei said: "The older the time, the weaker the people's hearts." After all, everyone has had the time to spend a good full moon, and at that time, they must be prepared to be looted one day. ”
Regardless of whether the blossoming and falling of flowers and leaves are fruits, they are all naturally given opportunities, and no matter what kind of fate, they should be cherished and grateful.
Looking back at the long spring, every inch of the time of excessive care is sprinkled with sunshine and the brightness of smiles. The original heart of crossing the wind and rain, relying on each other with the loved ones, the gentleness of the eyes like water, is the warmth from the bottom of the heart...
People who meet, thousands of joys, there is always an endless topic to talk about. Spring light does not ask sooner or later, everything, is just right. You say that once they meet, the earth will be desolate.
You see, this season of spring, the same hurry, the flowers are about to bloom to the grass, in your direction, but also withered the enthusiasm of hope, gradually retreating to the sky...
A late spring rain adds endless joy to all things. The smoke and rain of the city, hazy a dream of smoke and rain, people who love to appreciate flowers, always have a silent and happy feeling.
The raindrops wet The memory of Qingyun was like a kind of Yin Yin Ding, and the past of those clouds and clouds once again moistened the eyes of longing.
In the depths of the years, the grass grows and the warblers fly, the spring breeze blows, and the flowers blossom and fall without words; the vows that were once secretly promised gradually forget the content.
For the dream that is still far away, I am unwilling, but I also have a little more awe and respect, and I can live a peaceful and uneventful life.
In the late spring, the grass and trees in the world are deep, and the years that have passed are sad or happy, and only they know. In fact, many times, we don't need people to understand, as long as someone listens, it is enough.
In this world, most people are lonely in their hearts, like to walk alone, like to be quiet and self-sustaining, and it is also a different kind of abundance. Like this twilight spring, it seems to be silent, however, the emotions of parting are ready.
In late spring, the flowers are cool. When people meet each other, do not forget to cherish each other; and look at each other with spring, and gently say goodbye.
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