At dusk, when I went home, it rained, and the world was particularly clear because of the rain, and when I opened the car window, I could smell the fragrance of the earth on the country road. Rain and raccoon flowers, grass swaying in the rain, let the wind blow, let the rain fall, wither and glory to defend themselves, wait in silence.
Delicate flowers, drifting in the rain. A delicate flower affair, falling in color, tearful eyes asked the flowers without words, and the red flew over the swing. Tao Li can be sent again next year, and who does he know next year? When I was a child, I read the Daiyu funeral flowers in "Dream of the Red Chamber" and felt that the funeral flowers were written beautifully. Now I will cherish the impermanence of fate, and the heartache of Daiyu's perseverance and pride. The blossoming and falling of flowers is the arrangement of the four seasons, and life is not a bloom of fate. Who was I before I was born, and who was I after giving birth to me? Come and go, go everywhere, devote your life, do not ask cause and effect, live in the moment, and bloom with all your heart.
"The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs. Red candles dim. In his prime, listen to the rain in a passenger boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. And now listening to the rain monks, the sideburns have been stars also. Joy and sorrow are always merciless. Before the first term, drip until dawn. "At night, the spring cold is still steep, waking up in the middle of the night, the sound of rain outside the window is still ticking, from the youthful spirit and arrogance, to the twilight of the year' desire to say that the heart is still like stopping water." The initial pride, the final silence. Different ages, different moods. In this quiet late night listening to the rain knocking on the window, remembering the intersection of Li Shutong's sorrow and joy, the feelings of the iron horse glacier teenager poured into the dream together.
In a person's life, there should be a drunken and relieved pride, and a painful and stirring rain should also be poured on to perfect life and purify the soul. Dancing swords before flowers, listening to Zen under the moon, lying down to listen to the wind and rain, boiling tea and reading, everything in life is inevitable and tempered.
In this life, we must experience the cold and cold of winter, the vast white snow; the quiet beauty and coldness of autumn, the long wind is mighty; the summer is brilliant and the flowers are brilliant; the spring is full of vitality and shyness. I love the four seasons of this cycle, love the lush grass and trees of the world, love the lonely birds in the twilight sky, and the red dust of the people's boiling fireworks, and love the floating world and the joy of the car - because of the deep affection, the world is worth it.
On a Night in April, somewhat cool, the cold wind whistled through the night, open your mobile phone, put a pingyuan "Past", and listen quietly in the dark. If you have forgotten, then I will unload all the sorrows and joys of the past and seal it with my heart.
In the long river of time, we are just a passer-by, the mountains and rivers are gentle, the rivers and moons are similar every year, can life be geometric? For example, the morning dew, going to the day is more bitter. All encounters in the world are long-term reunions, in this lifelong journey, because of the effort, the results follow the fate, cherish all the beauty of the world, fresh clothes and angry horses, and do what the heart.
In the dust of the world, would I rather love and hate?