Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 209 (Trees with moss)
Pedestrians are even outside the Spring Mountain, remember to turn this page to wander, orioles fall, and flowers are chaotic.The lingering bright moon illuminates the Qinhuai River.

The poet talks about the melancholy of spring, the decadence of late summer, the sadness of deep autumn, and the desolation of winter. These sentiments have been passed down through the ages, and resonate with the faint soul hidden for countless years.But these four seasons will eventually pass by in a cycle. This year's spring has discarded the icy warmth of last year, and the belated autumn may have forgotten the sorrow that I once felt.In a blink of an eye, the splendor of the mountains and plains is beautiful in the sunlight.

The innate freedom and forgetfulness of the four seasons are just the medicine for today's emotional people who can't give up.Gu Long said: "The world is inevitably vicissitudes, and life is inevitably sad. Cherish the process of life, and don't ask where you will go." An article is detailed and appropriate, and so is life.

In the choice between perceptual and rational, people have long narrowed the road.The roads of life are criss-crossed, and fork roads appear every moment-but time is not.You walk on the road of time with all the things you have, and all the contradictions and vulgarities are included in the journey of departure.Some memories are forgotten, they will never be abandoned halfway, they will only be dusty. On a sad rainy night, the flowing water is endless in the heart all the time, but it feels dry.

Perfect and broken, there is no certain limit, it all depends on which angle you look at it from.Bitterness is broken happiness, and the gloomy and unhappy feelings can draw a bright trace in history.Leaving hatred is just like spring grass, which can survive even further. Life is the struggle and pain at the time of writing, and the article is full of sorrow.

The relationship between the two is so harmonious and contradictory. It is undeniable that they are both different scenery. Let the unavoidable sadness paint your life with hazy poetry, let optimism have a place to rest in your heart, and let your feet be entangled. Let go of the thorns, I hope that you at that time will have a place decisively.

(End of this chapter)