Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

When all the flowers are gone, I still have the voice of flowers falling in my heart.

One, one, in. Every landscape has the calmness of every thought, and every landscape has a different story. In this day when the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll and the clouds relax, I want to use The pen turning at the fingertips records the beauty of every journey on the plain paper. It is only with the passage of time that I find that in those fragmented stories, I can't finish writing about the reunion and separation of the world of mortals, and I can't tell the vicissitudes of the world. There is no end to human grievances.

In this swaying time and life that is drifting away, we can only lean on the lintel of the years, read the stories of fleeting years, look back at the scenery of yesterday, see if it is beautiful in your heart, see if it has changed your eyebrows and eyes, All the way in the wind and dust, all the way ups and downs, I don't know if the bits and pieces in those stories have also gone through several fleeting years, and whether they have left the back full of worries to the beautiful flowers and full moons in each season.

The wind of time blows through the bits and pieces in the story, blows the affection and longing between the lines, blows off the fragrance of petals and fallen leaves, and blows off the sadness and warmth in the heart, but it can always be in the peace of time. , Let us beautify the years in the scenery of the seasons, let us be embraced by tenderness in the twists and turns of life.

The time is safe and the years are gentle. I want to take a brush of ink and a simple heart, leaning lightly in the corner of the four seasons, and frame the past events of the fleeting years and the scenery of the four seasons into exquisite pictures, so that it will be fragrant. In life, after all, time hastily took away the most beautiful years and the most beautiful scenery, leaving us only an old face and the experience of growth, leaving behind all the sorrows and joys in the stories and the feelings of time. It slowly settles in the depths of the heart, the years are fragrant in the ordinary life, and the life of all things is enriched in the alternation of the four seasons.

The wind of time blows away the fleeting flowers, and also blows down the flowers and trees. Only by making words become the messengers of time, and adding a poetic flavor to the days of light clouds and light clouds, can we use the beauty of words to continue It writes yesterday's dream, and also continues to write the scenery and life of the rest of my life.

In this season when the breeze is not dry and the sun is just right, I believe that even though the mountains are high and the road is far away, even if the journey is difficult, there will always be a deep feeling that will warm the coldness deep in the years, there will always be a light that shines for me, there will always be a The door is open for me, and there is always a kind of waiting that makes me unforgettable
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