In the early morning, there is always some longing, there is always some expectation, there is always a beauty, a piece of affection, quietly spreading in the softest place in the heart.
Like the light fragrance of flowers, Xi is used to intoxicating in a flower; like the clear and shallow sunshine, Xi is used to being comfortable in a meter of sunshine; like light and light words, Xi is used to using words to warm themselves in such early mornings. Unfold a foot of plain paper and pick up the dreams between the lines. A wisp of fragrance in the heart, the season of snow melts ink in the pool, and gentle words, singing at the fingertips, laughing in the heart. The full moon is a painting, and the lack of a moon is a poem. Life is picturesque and poetic, along the way, read poems and paintings, enlighten life, rich and beautiful.
The season has entered the early winter, and it is finally cold and cold, and there is no shadow of a bluebird on the small abrupt branches of the big tree. Suddenly, there was a trace of inexplicable sadness in my heart, remembering the bits and pieces I had traveled along the way, and remembering the intersection I had with you...... Once, in the small courtyard with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, with half a volume of clear words, full of sleeve flowers, let the soul reverie in poetry; once, hovering on the edge of love and thought, so that a lonely heart has warmth and concern. How many prosperous picturesque people have been appreciated, how many clouds and smoke have been seen in the past, I will always understand in the experience, look forward to the dream in the depths, and watch the beauty of life in the depths of the red dust. Because there is love, there is no regret, and because there is expectation, the heart is always there.
I have seen the flowers bloom countless times, the time is shallow, looking back at the twilight, the memories are finally a little hard to forget, even if the beauty of the past, finally disappeared in the fireworks that no one asked, the flowers bloomed and fell, the long red dust, has long disappeared. Those who are remembered in life, those who have been separated in the years, are destined to be a parting in the journey, like all the seasons, like the laws of life, in the journey of quietly shuttling through the years, all staying in the time of time.
The sorrow of parting is like a lifetime, and those words and smiles have become a beautiful farewell. In life, there will always be some people who will be separated, and there will always be some people who leave one story after another in the passage of time, and then the wind and rain will go all the way, but in the end they will disappear in the sea of people and become an eternal freeze.
In this life, it is as prosperous as a flower, but it is not a flower in a greenhouse. The footprints of the wind and rain, everyone will walk out of their own story, only the joys and sorrows are downplayed, only the leisurely washing of the lead flower, and the tranquility after precipitation.
Perhaps, life is like this, you may not be able to interpret it, but you can have it, and you will try your best to enrich it, make it perfect, make it bloom with youth and vitality. Every step forward is the trajectory of life, and every point of hard work is for an advance in life. Although life is short, it can create eternity, life is ordinary, but it can give birth to greatness, although life is fragile, it can achieve perseverance, which is the greatest meaning of life and the most beautiful posture of life.
We are all passers-by of time, and it is time that flows away. Waiting for the flowers to bloom and the time to be quiet, calmly encounter every prosperous bloom, like a silent rain, drenching all the night, precipitating all the endings, and silently all the words. Don't think that standing at the end of dusk can tell all the nights, thinking that you can put down all the years and be light. Perhaps the quiet that has passed is the best passing year, the past has survived, the traces of flowers blooming and falling, and they have become passers-by in the passing years.
A person's life is like a tree that has experienced vicissitudes of life, destined to go through ups and downs, grow and mature in the blossoming and falling of flowers. When you always drag a memory and refuse to give up, it is precisely because of that past that entanglement of regrets that you can no longer make up for in your life, and that regret is also a unique beauty and happiness in the history of life, just like a falling flower in the bottom of your heart, diffused with a faint fragrance, which is difficult to disperse for a long time......
The time is quiet, and the winter snow is fluttering. The days are unhurried, and there are occasional worries, but they are also warm. Even if everything withers, there is still life swaying in the tip. I really want to be a small flower, clear and elegant, swaying with elegance, even if it is as small as silk, it must bloom in time. On a quiet day, warm a cup of tea, waiting for a snow to fall, the fragrance of tea, gracefully a touch of distant thoughts, become the warmth of the heart of the fireworks world. Unload the tiredness of the world, let the hurried time slower in the fragrance of tea, fall softly into the eyes, inhabit the heart, and then, wait for an old man to return, sit with me in a tea fragrance, and enjoy a dance of the snow that moves the heart.
The world was originally very crowded, learn to regulate yourself in a timely manner, comfort yourself, even if you are lonely, you must live freely, the wonder of life is to find beauty at any time. Outside the window, the sun is just right, so that the lonely heart has a touch of willow color, looking forward to the next spring in life.
(Zhang Hancheng)