Author: Zhang Xueyong
Walking in the spring time, the flower shadows flutter, the days are fresh. The fireworks in the world are all poems, and the wind and rain are always delicate. Every day is like a poem, unrestrained in enthusiasm. The mood of every moment is like a word, elegant and beautiful.
Once upon a time, I liked the smoke and rain of spring and the words of poetry. A flower, a grass, a state of mind, thousands of rivers and mountains are always love.
Walking in the time of spring, the days are fresh and the spring is beautiful. The heart has a strong poetry in the distance, and the joys and sorrows of the years are all scenery. One person, one tea, one world, where is there no joy in the world.
The best years, meet the most beautiful you, the best years, meet the beautiful scenery. The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. I don't know if it's because you chose the years, or because the years chose you, after choosing a life competition, you went to the mountains and rivers.
The days are like lotus, and the years are quiet. The smoke and rain are shallow in the deep spring, and the flowers fall in the early sun. A place of smoke and rain is sweet and bitter, and a window of early sun accompanies the remnants of red. Once upon a time, I learned to be content with the present moment and no longer chase poetic distances. After dusk, start sipping a pot of old wine.
Life is a practice. Wash away the lead, and it will eventually fall into the sea. The eyes are full of red and green, and they are all passers-by. Life is not the same length, and it will end up in the same way.
Life is lonely and seeks happiness, one person, one tea, one world. A glass of wine under the moon, a wisp of wind on Mo. Spring comes to open alone, inviting the moon to the pavilion.
One person, one tea, one world, everywhere in the world is happy. The ups and downs are all moods, and the lotus flowers are not stained with dust. The stories in the passing years belong to the flowers blooming and falling, the laughter in the eyes, and the sea of stars.
May you plant poetry and reap poetry, and fireworks are pure joy. How many things in ancient and modern times, water flows into the sea. May you always be happy in your life and happy in all seasons.