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Spring breeze sends green, and everything spits new. On the way to the evening every day, the vegetation on both sides is gradually covered with green clothes, and a pair of delicate bodies, after autumn rain and winter cold, cold and warm reduction, finally ushered in the spring. Chun Qing in the north is always a little more shy than the spring in the south, coming slowly, like a woman who has lived in the boudoir for a long time, like a quiet woman, riding on the wind, quietly approaching, awakening the sleeping earth, decorating the dead wood and grass, putting on a new dress for everything, and gradually blooming green.
every morning when I go out, I sit in the car and watch the light green shadows outside the window. The spring breeze gently shakes the buds and shoots, and I feel that the green is growing, the Chun Qing is getting thicker, and the gray-yellow soil is also relaxed and gives off a soft breath. Vehicles shuttling through Chun Qing, carrying strangers' faces, rush to their different landscapes. I don't know how many people have picked up the warmth of spring return to relieve their tired souls. As for me, I prefer to enjoy the spring scenery all the way, especially the rows of willows, gradually spreading new branches, not longing for the sky to be high and the clouds to be light, just nodding my head and thanking the earth for its grace.
"There are infinite trees on Chang 'an Road, only the willow pipe leaves". Perhaps, Yangliu is very spiritual. She has been infected with Bodhi's Zen, touched by Buddha, and felt the germination of this spring, thanks to the sudden autumn storms in previous lives. Therefore, no matter how many new faces you have in this life, you will never forget the parting that was engraved on the Sansheng stone, and you must hang down a thousand times to be grateful for your past life.
Gong Zizhen, a poet in the late Qing Dynasty, wrote on his way home from Beijing that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers better". Words and expressions are full of parting feelings. Although the flowers are abandoned, they are full of deep feelings. No matter how fragrant they are, they will be scattered into mud and the soul will return to dust. Just to sleep at the foot of the dead branch, and wait for the flowers to bloom in the spring next year, and offer the fragrance of the past life.
every season, the warmth of spring makes people always have the intention of loving and loving spring, and sprout the feelings of praising and appreciating spring. Too many reputations and infinite appreciation were given to the bamboo forest and the green willows in the blue lake, and they were paid to the bonsai in front of the window and the flowers in the garden. I never cared about it, nor did I ask, how many days and nights have passed before I finally waited for the spring breeze to return and the flowers were full of branches. Last season's spring faded, the autumn was bleak and yellow, and the residual red flowers were scattered. I was willing to pay the dirt and endure the darkness and loneliness, just to leave the fragrance for the next season and get to know the passers-by who were destined. Perhaps, last night when they withered, some people stopped quietly to watch and pay attention to their worries, but when the morning sun rose, the wind faded away and the soil was scattered, it was "easy to see flowers bloom but hard to find them", and no one asked again.
Looking all over the world, only one person is willing to shed tears for each piece of falling core. This delicate girl from the Red Mansion who lives in Xiaoxiang Pavilion is quiet and elegant, and she is not greedy for fireworks and customs in the world. She is not afraid of the wind and sword, but she will be desolate for one night, and her eyebrows will drop. How many women are there in the world with eyes? Everyone likes to sit by the window and watch the flowers outside the court. Only Daiyu, however, felt sorry for the red and lost the fragrance, hoed the flowers with her hands, kissed the beautiful bones and buried the fragrant soul with tears. This blushing crimson pearl fairy grass, even more obsessed with falling red, is willing to give birth to wings and go away with flowers, and * * * will go far away.
perhaps there is a natural perception of the decline and glory. Daiyu regards the fallen flower as a bosom friend and feels the fragrance of this world, all of which originated from the soul of yesterday's flowers. Self-comparison, falling and helpless, regardless of the world's laughter, willing to sing for the residual red, pity the flowers silently, angered the flowers and thanked them speechless, and lamented the fate of the moon, I don't know where the fragrance will disappear in the future.
poor red pearl fairy grass, I deeply feel that life in the boudoir is gone, and there is no way to return. Even if all beings are happy, it is hard to find a bosom friend. Envy the flowers, though they have fallen, and the empty branches are lonely, but when they return in the spring next year, they will be full of fragrance. Throughout her life, this gentle woman has no choice but to pay the fallen petal oath. At the end of late spring, when her beauty is old, her soul will return to the red, and she will fly to the end of the world to find the clouds and fragrant hills. Leave a lifetime of white, a season of fragrance, drunk countless men in later generations.
heaven and earth are long, and the sun and moon are eternal. As the years go by, it is always silent, the flowers fade away, and there is no trace. Just wait for the spring of the next year, and you will be fragrant and faint. Only when people are separated and reunited, how can we pick up the good news of the dead if we are fond of this spring, find the fragrance of the past and smell the tears of the last season in this beautiful heart? Since the swan goose is broken, it can only look at the hills and lament, cut the strings and break the piano, and no longer pay for the mountains and rivers.
Preface for Residual Red, and read yesterday's amorous feelings. On the world of mortals, there is always a kind of people who are not drunk with the landscape in front of them, but only love to stop and look back and pity the past. In the journey of life, the traces of falling flowers are constantly branded to pay homage to the distant years and remember the beautiful images that once knew each other. I only hope that the next time we meet, we can vaguely feel the old feelings and find the time of deja vu. Life is separated and reunited, and it is like a flower blooming. Although I don't know where you are going, it is still so fragrant.
trekking through the years of life, going through the four seasons, and picking up the customs all the way in the years like water, will there be a scene that makes us deja vu? Will there be a flower that reminds us of yesterday's wind blowing away the residual red and fragrant into the dust? I only wish to be an ordinary man for the rest of my life. I will pour fireworks into Fu Yifang every day, and I will be intoxicated all the way, remembering the red Mika from afar, looking forward to knowing each other today, vaguely knowing the true feelings of the past, not asking romantic questions and not complaining about leaving.