Life is a blizzard in early spring

Life is a blizzard in early spring

It is also the sunny sunshine of snow.

Blue and white clouds in the high sky

The dream has a background ever since.

With fluttering songs and birdsong

Hibernation begins to awaken, illusory days

It's no longer frozen land.

Only love, there is the blending of night and day

The replacement of the sun and the moon

There is no aging in life.

Be overcome by one's feelings

It was climbing over the undulating mountains

Is there a better life?

Flowers bloom and do not leave.

Fluttering snowflakes fall into the world, glittering and translucent, not stained with dust. Stretch out the palm, a piece falls in the palm, gently breathe, it slowly melts, slowly disappears.

Like a beautiful life, in the washing of the years, gradually faded the color of life, back to the beginning of life. Day after year of destruction, slow consumption, but also began to rush to the end of life.

That winter, it was still snowing heavily, colder than ever, and the cold air was suffocating. You left us forever, I was powerless to sit on the ground, the fact that it was hard to bear, pressed me out of breath. Your departure is an unforgettable pain and an unforgettable injury. The road to heaven is too dark. I wish you a good journey.

Still that snowflake flying winter, you hold my hand, walking in the red wrapped courtyard, enjoy the garden full of proud snow red plum, greedily sucking the refreshing fragrance. Take a deep breath, it's so cold! I buried my head in your arms, and your hand gently stroked my restless hair and gently patted the snowflakes that fell on me.

You most like to see the red plum in full bloom in the courtyard, like the spirit of plum that is not afraid of the cold, and prefer the humble character of Mei Xusun, whose snow is white, but loses a period of fragrant plum. You expect me to be a Ling Han alone red plum, not afraid of the future, no matter how big the pain, I have to go on bravely.

Cold plum blossom season, you said to accompany me forever, watching me grow up. The flowers bloom and don't leave, we watch the pre-court flowers bloom forever. The flowers are in full bloom this year, but less of the mood to see the flowers, perhaps because you are not around. This year's blossom is more popular than last year's. I don't know with whom?

The flowers fall and cherish each other

Snow, does not belong to winter, snow in winter is just a kind of embellishment, a kind of decoration, a fleeting scenery.

Streamer is easy to throw people, green plantains, red cherries. When things are different, everything is off, and tears flow first if you want to speak. Looking at the falling stamens all over the ground, holding up the scattered petals, tears flying with the mournful snowflakes.

Life is never as you think, life is one story after another, and the ending is always unexpected.

You have not fulfilled your promise, with the lonely petals flying to that distant country, become our guardian angel. The red plum fell, it was warm and cold in early spring, you left, and there was no one to repair the plum tree.

Mottled snow, still standing plum trees, flowers withered, uneven tree trunks covered with snow, looks so old, lonely, lonely.

With your days, the sky is always blue; with your days, even without wings, my heart will fly; with your days, the earth will always be so vast; with your days, there will be no more rainy days in my world.

These beautiful things fell on the earth with the snowflakes of that year, melted and disappeared without a trace.

Haruki Murakami once said that death may be another continuation of life. Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Although you have left, time is not old, but you will always live in our hearts.

Plum blossoms wither, but you always live in our hearts, like a cold plum in full bloom in my heart. White, pure, not stained with fine dust, just like your soul, deep in my memory. Fly forward bravely with your hopes.

Listen to the sound of early spring flowers, the sound of snowflakes, that is I miss you deeply. Snowflake, please bring my best wishes to Grandpa. I wish him all the best in that distant world.

Although the plum blossom falls, you will last forever. Falling snowflakes can not take away the solidified memory, through time and space into the years that will not grow old. I learned to cherish the people around me, cherish each other, grasp, and always treat everyone with gratitude.

Life is a blizzard in early spring, short but beautiful. Flowers bloom do not leave, flowers fall to cherish each other. Cherish this fleeting time and love your loved ones around you.

I miss my late grandfather.

Author: Xue Feifei