I love the flowers, the grasses, and the everyday. It's just that time is in that ordinary afternoon, and life has changed.
Spring is coming, from the new spores to the blooming flowers, to the falling flowers all over the ground, there is always a touch of emotion in my heart.
I never thought that in a happy and leisurely day, life would make such a joke on me, let alone that the expectations of this life would be fixed in a word called regret at a certain moment.
At that time, the days passed in darkness, life needed to go on, the sick needed to be cared for, and the days of chicken feathers were repeated in the morning until late at night. Even if he was exhausted, he still used his thin shoulders to support the harbor of his home.
Now, looking at the gradual exit of spring, my heart is a little lost, a little helpless, and even more sad about the passing of the years.
For many years, life has been supported by an indomitable spirit through those difficult days, even if he has experienced various stories on the road of life, he does not want to let himself become the most worldly person, and he does not want to let himself be the image of a weak person to gain the care and pity of others.
Because I know that the umbrellas given by others will be returned sooner or later, and my own umbrella is the eaves when it rains.
In this life, I have been favored by God, and I have encountered all kinds of fortunate or unfortunate things, and in these blessings and misfortunes, I look down on the return of life. Cold and warm, love and hate, are just the plot of the story.
suddenly felt that there was no ending to the end, and no kind of plot was a waste of years, if there was a good hope, it would be an invitation to life.
The flowers bloom and the tide rises and falls, all of which are just an experience of life. When the smoke clears, when the plot goes through the baptism of winter to spring, I know that in the place where the peach blossoms bloom, there will always be someone dressed up to attend.
began to quiet himself, to do things quietly, to study, to accompany a person to walk around the streets and alleys of the city, and in these busy and fulfilling times, I finally reconciled with the unwillingness in my heart, and also broke with the prosperity of the days.
I only keep the morning and dusk day after day, live the most ordinary days, talk about the happiest things, and experience the most painful stories......
I know that the icy winter is finally far away, and the story of spring is already on the way. The peach trees in front of my house are already full of crimson.
The grass is green, the iris is blooming, and the eyes are full of life. I walked through it, there was no sadness, only the true joy in my heart.
In fact, in this life, only by taking the vicissitudes of life as romance and living a peaceful life as a poem, can you live freely and peacefully. At that time, the old tree in front of the door, with its pleasing green color and plain makeup, interpreted the light of spring.
At this moment, I just want to put the suffering in my bag, walk through without saying a word, and smile, just because deep in my heart there is already a full body of armor.
It turns out that a person's growth will be accompanied by loneliness, and he will surely embark on a journey of blood and tears, and embrace himself in the days to come.
At that time, no matter how strong the wind and rain were, it couldn't stop the pace of moving forward. No matter how cool a person is, it won't make your heart ache.
Only the warmth we feel in the cold years will become the fetters and memories of our lives.
Osamu Dazai said in "Human Disqualification", "If you can avoid violent ecstasy, there will naturally be no grief."
Yes, those people who disappear for no reason, and the life that comes impermanently, are just fate, but the return date has arrived.
There is no need to complain, accept it calmly, look down on parting, let it go, and let the heart return to zero, it will be much easier.
This spring, the flowers are slowly retreating. From the blossoming of one tree to the current flower, another season of life has begun to come to an end.
My heart is starting to warm up. In the time of grass and trees, everything is born to warmth and the beauty of time.