The sky is cloudy, and the heart is still clear.
I want to say something, but I have a lot of ideas. Let's just say, it's April again, and spring is prosperous.
That's right, let's talk about the middle of spring, say that all things strive for glory, and say that everything wins.
You see, in April in the world, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, thousands of scenes, and thousands of flowers.
How beautiful, this spring is bright.
I promise, who can come?
Can you see through my heart, my sincerity?
Yes, I really miss you, it's all in such a spring, I miss you.
In fact, whether you come or not, I seem to see your figure, in the thousands of flowers, on the tender yellow leaves, in the sound of spring water, and in the feeling of the spring breeze...... By the way, it is in the spring, every time the flowers bloom, there is a multiplicity of missing.
I remember that in the past, when writing letters, the four words that were often written were "seeing words as faces". So, can you see what I wrote? And I, why I wrote such a text, is because the person I miss has entered my dream...... In the rain, an umbrella, all the way to the flowers, I went to find, is to chase, running out of breath, when I wake up, the rain and umbrellas, the people in front of me, are as if they are right in front of me, the heart is beating, the taste, around the heart, for a long time refused to disperse...... Boundless mourning, spring again.
If you say that people are still young and how good, missing will definitely be brisk, and dreams will be relaxed. And at the age of seventy, I missed the dream and was a little tired, because, in the dream, I really didn't catch up with the familiar figure, so I had to look at the rain, look at the spring flowers, and miss silently.
I want to tell you that in this life, people look forward to parting, and there will be reunion. If so, that would be great. But I know that while there are promises in this life that can become reality, there is a reunion that cannot be fulfilled no matter how much you desire. But I still prefer to believe that one day, we will meet the people we miss in our favorite season.
Will the rain fall, the clouds seem to be dripping, perhaps, the rain will fall tonight.
Hey, I'm looking forward to it!
In the spring, my favorite thing is the rain, it is the flowers. Of course, the flower skirt walking under the spring sun, the flower umbrella opened on a rainy day, and the contrast with nature will delight a Cangsang heart. You see, isn't every fold on your face like a blooming flower?
Needless to say, you know, every spring, I will be like this - there will be my thoughts in the sound of flowers blooming. Honestly, I don't resent this faint affection in my heart, and I mourn gently......
Well, I'll wait for you in the spring.
The night of 1 April 2024