Yes, wandering in the spring breeze

Spring breeze stimulates growth, summer rain brings burns, autumn picks fruit, and winter breeds hope. Life changes with the seasons, constantly changing, walking eight thousand miles of spring breeze, never asking about the time of return. Meeting is fate, knowing each other is very warm.

Every time I wake up from the confusion, I will find that a person is on the road, some lonely, want to confide in his heart, but do not know how to speak. French writer Voltaire said: what makes people tired is not the distant mountains, but a grain of sand in your shoes. Yes, one leaf is enough to hide your eyes.

Survival is not the goal, life is. I have told myself countless times in silence. When people walk on the journey of life and constantly get on and off the bus, they always encounter fetters and hinder the pace of moving forward; the stories flowing in life are also refined because of twists and turns. The Russian writer Billingsky said that self-esteem is a great lever in one's soul, from which people become more self-respecting. Everyone is a flower, a flower a fragrance, a flower a world, living is the best gift given to everyone.

It is the bright spring, the young trees sprouting, the wheat seedlings sprouting, folding a spring willow, bending a hoop hat, wearing it on the head, kissing a flower bud, full of reverie, watering a small tree, cultivating a shovel of soil, planting hope, listening to the singing of birds, picking up the scenery of nature in spring.

The night is quiet, the moonlight gently sprinkles into the room, people lie in the poetic fairy tale; sparse light spots wander carelessly in the face, like a gentle hand, gently soothing.

Recalling the past, the years Qianqian, like silkworms, wrapped in their own dreams, became the protagonist of the story, and it was not until the death of the spring silkworm that it spit out all the silk. As soon as I woke up, the wind blew the flowers down, and the beauty grew old in one spring, and the flowers fell and people didn't know. Lin Daiyu's pterygium-like feelings could not help but come to mind.

The hour hand quietly walked round and round, the river of life flowed faintly, sunny in sunny days, listening to leaves rustling in rainy days; after rain, sunny days, beautiful landscapes, simple and elegant, trickling stream, smart fairy Yi, do not hear joys and sorrows, leaving only a quiet in the heart.

Zhang ailing, who loved all her life, finally married: yes. Yes, just like the peach blossom married in March, the willow married the spring breeze, Magnolia was in full bloom in front of the sun, and dewdrops were pushed against the tip of the grass. Yes, it is thousand fathom's understanding, like the moon hanging in the treetops, birds squatting on branches, bees meeting flowers, stars accompanying the Milky way, without any words to express their love.

On the day of outing, walking on the road, guarding the flowers, Qinxiang all the way, warm all the way; understand the sunshine, spring, poetry and distance.

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