Time is always lost in a hurry, just like petals, no matter how beautiful and fragrant, or nostalgic for the nostalgic scenery of the branches, in the end, they slowly fall from the branches in loneliness and crushed to dust.
In a flash, it was the beginning of May. Looking ahead, the seasons are lush with green trees, and the faint subtle fragrance floats in the air of the ancient city. Looking up at the sky, the sky is blue and clear, and it is exceptionally clear and serene. Longing like Yun'er, there is a vast sky and a dream of cowardlyness.
Winter comes to spring and summer to summer. The cold memory has slowly gone, and as time goes by, it is set aside in my heart. Maybe forgotten, maybe just temporarily sealed, waiting for a comeback next winter.
And I stubbornly look forward to the romance of summer in winter, miss spring flowers in autumn, and let the season rush through in time like this.
All said, April is fragrant. After all, this flowering is short-lived. The colorful flowers are just a short season, such as Shaohua who can't keep her life, and bright youth. Those beautiful and lingering memories have always been settled in the memory, and they can no longer be found. As if, just walking around in a short dream, nothingness, nothing so real. Waking up, gently touching the coldness of the pillow towel, looking for the shadows of the residual mind, silently lamenting the fickleness of this world.
Then, I used long years to miss some people and things that were far away, and at this moment the beautiful imprint on the time boat. The past is unbearable. Looking back, it's time to move. People go for a long time, and there is only a little bit of sadness in their hearts, and a little bit of sadness.
Suddenly, the spring in the southern town was short, and it directly entered a long summer. It was raining a lot, and the sun was exceptionally bright, and the whole earth was dazzled. The Zhu Dinghong in the courtyard bloomed without any chance, and the reds were like big loudspeakers, shouting at their passersby for their beauty, and they were outrageous. That flowering speed is so fast. It still looks like flowers in the morning, but it is a gorgeous flower in the afternoon. I am afraid that it will be slower than others, and I missed the sensational episode.
This flower has been planted for a few years, and watering is rare. But as long as it is sunny in the spring, it is still open as scheduled. But I hate this tacky flower. There is not much joy in the eyebrows, and I am used to being silent with them. Maybe they are too cheap to care for. Maybe it was too short of a flower, Zhang Yang would wither for those five or six days and could not withstand the rain.
After a rain last night, the freshly blooming flowers had smashed into a ball, like a sullen woman, and slowly dried up.
Xue Xiaozen said that the bigger the thing, the more it is worth it. Things like flowers, like love, the more exhausted you are, the more devastated you are. You are willing to treat ta with wishful thinking, ta often tends to despise your sincerity, take it for granted, keep saying I want, I want. .
His girlfriend who hasn't seen him for a long time said that life is too dramatic and life is too cold. Her life after marriage was extremely unsatisfactory, and suffered all kinds of difficulties. The former eachother mountain alliance was only a fragile flower, and the lonely behavior of love and follow for thousands of miles was so decisive and unruly. Today, with children, there is no turning back. There are too many concerns that can't be dropped, only a broken heart remains, and Xiao Suo becomes a gray landscape within the marriage wall, no longer bright and no longer bright.
I listened, there was a slight pain in my heart and I couldn't help her after all. Want to come, the world is vast, life is rare.
The play says that people are incapable of being in the rivers and lakes. Life is a drama. Too often, you have to come on stage to cover up your inner joy and grief. It is difficult for you to return to your true nature and unconsciously get used to becoming a life cricket. Obviously there are a lot of thoughts in the ups and downs, like waves. For a long time, it was calm and quiet before the lips. You ca n’t say it, you ca n’t say it.
In reality, there are too many helplessness and solitude, thinking for a long time, all belong to the word fate. Perhaps, Mingming has long been doomed, the flowers, red willows, green and radiant lights that decorate the stream, and the twists and turns in the time are calm and peaceful. In the end, dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, one clean and one neat.
Some people say that a life with regret is the perfect life. Perhaps it is the true meaning of life. Perhaps it was self-deprecating.
When I watched "The Mood for Love" again, my eyes were full of Zhang Manyu wearing a cheongsam, lonely, charming, charming, simple, and marveled that a piece of clothing had so much taste. Mottled alleys, lonely rainy nights, and dim lights, she came in lonely and graceful figures. The elongated black-and-white lens means a lingering plot, a certain worldly frame. He said, if you have one more ticket, are you willing to go with me? She said, if you have one more ticket, are you willing to take me away? In the end, she did not leave, her reserved, his euphemism, missed A season of flowers, a glimmer of time that cannot be forgotten in time. .
In life, the most beautiful years are like the flourishing flowers in that season. If you can meet the loved ones at the most beautiful time, it must be the care of God.
In the last flower of spring, the dust settled in the time. Secretly, I saw a large and sad flower blooming in her heart. I remember her saying that I was a passenger, not a return. . .