The days are getting longer, and the moonlight is slowing down.
Butterfly Xiaomeng, held by a blue bird, wanders in the depths of the white clouds;
The slanting wind and drizzle, pulled by the willow leaves, chatted at the beginning of the water surface.
Memories pick up cold branches, and acacia dyes green leaves.
Whose song falls on the dresser like a half-moon?
Whose thoughts are like a shepherd's whip on the heart?
谁的脚步像喧天锣鼓，踩醒了花眠？
Don't remember the lonely shadow, don't remember the lonely smoke of the desert.
Draw a pair of morning flowers and evening picks up the cover, pull a pair of red plain wraps as the back cover, and the time in the middle is engraved with a peerless style.
Everyone has their own first sight in their heart.
"Encounters and encounters, suitable for my wishes", the first time that my wishes come true.
"I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt", the first time I was looking forward to it.
"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan", the first time to abandon each other.
This "first sight", his "first sight", how much of this love becomes a memory, how much of this love becomes a confusion.
Everyone has their own past in their hearts.
What was once upon a time?
Once upon a time was a poem, like a poem called "Once Upon a Time":
The old days have slowed down
Cars, horses, and mail are slow
There is only enough to love one person in a lifetime
From the morning dew to the sunset and dusk, and then to the starry sky.
In this way, once you have come, you have never left, you have thought about it, you have never changed, and if you have loved, you have never forgotten.
Seeing the spring breeze again, it is like an old friend.
Spring snow with the crystal of "thousands of trees and pear blossoms", with the purity of "rolling up poplar flowers like snowflakes", full of the taste of spring, and like a beloved person, reunited after a long absence.
Pick up the petals, wrap and tie the knots, make a plain brocade headband, hoop the peach to die, hoop the scorching flower, but also hoop the years quietly.
The dancing light snowflakes quietly fall on the red umbrella that is propped up, carrying the moonlight all the way.
People are about dusk, where is still clear, which snowflakes come from the head of the Yangtze River, which one comes from the end of the Yangtze River, which one is the roughness of the north, which one is the grace of the south of the Yangtze River.
雪扬花枝，玉壶冰心，红梅迎春。
Spring water is born, spring forests are in full bloom, spring is vast, people who love flowers will always reunite, and similar souls will always meet.
The spring girl is here, so Yao, so beautiful.
Bring the peach and plum spring breeze, bring the old covenant, bring a deep love, put it in the cardamom at the beginning, bring long words and short sentences, sit on the waterfront, bring the clear and graceful, ink smoke cage people.
The years treat me as gentle as ever. Roll up three thousand green silks, hold the pen and sit in the depths of time, inch by inch, measuring day and night.
Tree by tree, by mountain, by city, by thought, by gaze, by watching.
Borrow a piece of splendid beauty from the sky, take a piece of old trees and withered vines, engrave the name of spring, skim horizontally and vertically, over and over again, willingly.
Sprinkle the words of simplicity and warmth on the sleeping wheat seedlings and the dead weeds, and those who will never forget them will be unstoppable and grow luxuriantly.
Perhaps, the thousand-foot-deep peach blossom pool has soaked your eyes, the rain in Xinghua Village has drenched your hair, the cold mountains and rocks in the white clouds have tired your feet, and the barking of dogs on a snowy night has disturbed your heart......
There have been, the liver and gallbladder have been broken in an instant, and there have been, and there have been moments when I turn around and feel relieved......
So what's the matter? Today's you are exactly who you were in the past, and what you have grown up with is your life form.
"I love your devastated face more than your youthful beauty."
The season calls for spring with the bright color of plum, and life proves the wonder of life with ups and downs.
A person's mentality, character, soul, and practice determine their attitude towards life and their understanding of life.
Rabindranath Tagore said:
"When a man smiles, the world loves him, and when he laughs, the world fears him. ”
If you don't be a puppet of emotions, you are not at the mercy of desires, you don't envy the glory of the world, and you don't covet the riches of enjoyment, you will definitely bring peace of mind, spiritual pleasure, and nobility of the soul.
As far as the eye sees, the heart thinks.
What comes with the wind for thousands of miles is still the eternal deep affection, the family affection that blood is thicker than water, and the feelings of treating each other with all the heart.
On the way forward, I have the green mountains, and you have the water show;
I have clouds, you have the wind, I have Chang'an, you have your hometown;
I have a life, you have an experience.
Open your heart, empty the complexity, "take the water and the moon in your hands, make the flowers and fragrance full of clothes", abandon sadness, bloom joy, and embrace happiness.
Spring, because of the beauty and romance;
The days are amiable because of the lights;
life, happiness because of contentment;
Life is brilliant because of the pursuit!