Last night, the spring rain, such as silk, patter, embellish things, silent. Heaven and earth all things, drink showers, absorb the essence, accumulate and rise abruptly, happily flourish, colorful, beautiful Qianjiao, new green little, green want to drop. Spring is beautiful, spring is new, it can be found everywhere, everywhere.
Today, Jing Xin Ruyi, learn the spring breeze, brush your face, refresh your heart. After the wind and rain, flowers, grass, wood, soil fragrance, so properly mixed together, smelling pleasant, smelling heart. Walking on the urban greenway full of spring, the heart is calm, tranquil and suitable, such as the early spring morning, love unceasingly, such a fresh after the rain, like extremely.
After prosperity comes the curtain call, and after the feast comes solitude. The yellow-flowered wind suzuki that bloomed a few days ago will inevitably wither and wither. In a short period of half a month, how many people stopped for it, how many eyes focused on it, and how many hearts were captured by it. That full of trees full of yellow blossoms, hugging each other, depend on each other, there is no green leaves, blooming branches, let you and I love it, Ren Ernong praise countless, it is in full bloom, it quietly scattered.
The flowers are ruined after the wind and rain, like Hua Fang Hua Shana in the year of water. Whirling world of mortals, boundless heaven and earth, who is whose confidant? Will the wind understand the trickle of rain? Flowers, will you understand the lingering love of trees? The flowers bloom for a season and come and go. I don't know whose sweet words have been desolated by this colorful Luoying? I do not know the residual yellow everywhere, thanks to whose vows of love and love?
The spring breeze does not understand the meaning of flowers, like the ruthlessness of scissors. Luoying spread everywhere into war, turned into spring mud to protect flowers.
Came to a few days ago or full of flowers under the wind-bell trees, only to see, the ditch full of failed flowers residual color, at that time, very different, a bleak sense of desolation immediately cool into the bottom of my heart, knowing that the grand occasion will eventually come to an end, and the silence in the depths of prosperity is speechless.
Walking carefully in the gap covered with fallen flowers, for fear of accidentally stepping on them and hurting their last trace of elegance, he leaned down and picked up one withered residual English after another, took the tip of his nose and smelled it, without a fragrant fragrance, but with a faint fragrance, full of sleeves around his fingers. I am not Sister Lin. I do not cherish the compassion of burying flowers. I do not have the lament that people forget two things, but I also have a little joy and fun of playing with flowers and plants. Passers-by, stop, look up, pat those still beautiful flowers standing on the branches, but I low eyebrow smile to play with these falling catkins, alone intoxicated, alone to enjoy.
Wind and rain ruthless I am affectionate, wait on the remnant flowers embroidered Jinse. The years like water add splendor, and the taste of life is Qinghuan.
The older you get, the more you like to indulge in some little joy, the more you like to revel in some ordinary little things.
When I was on my way back, I met a friend and asked me where I was. I said I had gone to shoot the flowers. She said that you are so practiced that you don't eat human life. I said that I don't touch human fireworks. I still have to work for three meals a day. I just want to find a little bit of joy in the fireworks and find a little bit of fun for myself in a dull and boring way. The friend said, is a flower and a tree so beautiful? I said, whether the flowers are beautiful or not, whether the trees are beautiful or not depends on the mood and state of mind of the appreciator. Scenery is born from the heart, beauty is created by the heart, with a beautiful heart to discover, to appreciate, everywhere is beautiful.
Some friends said, wait a few days to come to my place to enjoy the flowers, I said that in a few days, the flowers will be over. Such a short flowering period? That's right, after more than ten days of prosperity, it's just between fingers. If you miss the florescence, it will be difficult to find a pile of beautiful branches.
Some friends, seeing pictures of Luoying in my Wechat, sighed that the beauty in front of my home began to fade before they had time to enjoy it.
Yeah, flowers don't wait for people, just like years don't forgive people. All things in the world, numerous, ups and downs are fixed, sometimes thanks. In a short life, busy running around, how many beautiful scenery we can see is ignored, how many beautiful flowers are brushed by us, and how much is brewed by us inadvertently, how much emotion and regret come from these three humble words in time.
These days, from the moment I opened my eyes and opened the curtain, the goose yellow of one tree after another not far away attracted my eyes deeply, touched my heart, and amazed my fragmentary days. I don't know when this sudden surprise began, let alone when these tall and proud bluebells were covered by vegetation. I used to be the one who missed the flowering period year after year. It was a mixture of joys and sorrows that they were not discovered until this spring. Even this time, I thought that I would stay in the blue sky and white clouds, wait until the haze cleared, and take a good picture of it with my camera, but I was afraid that I would miss the florescence, so I had to enjoy it again and again in the haze. With clouds blue during the day, flowers may be more able to highlight their beauty, but there will also be hazy beauty in the haze. The real inner beauty can not be hidden by any external force, just like, people's inner temperament and charm, no matter when and where, no matter how to hide, will exude unconsciously.
Watch the flowers, watch the grass, watch the life, listen to the wind, listen to the rain, listen to the heart. People, only after the run-in of the years, after the precipitation of time, can become more and more certain, can more and more tend to simple and natural things. Only when you reach a certain age can you learn to let go and learn to appreciate the usual things that have never been noticed before. in fact, this is really close to your own heart and needs. to me, the state of mind of enjoying flowers and grass seems to have come neither too early nor too late. Just right.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, scattered into mud to grind into dust, incense as usual, love is still the same, the original heart does not forget, the original intention does not change, silent protection of flowers, speechless protection of roots.
Author: wild Chrysanthemum in Taoyuan
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