Unconsciously, spring has come, looking at the tree has already pulled out new buds, it is indeed the season of blooming. Some people in the space have published the appearance of some spring flowers, delicate and gorgeous, looking at the heart and asking if spring is coming like this. Sour, no matter what happens, time is still walking on its own, it is autumn, it is winter, it is spring, then it is summer, a year has passed, since then. I think I'm thinking about it here, but what can I think of? The days flow like this, I would rather change from season to season, as long as I can experience the real world, the true self, the real feeling.
In this colorful season, the heart is warm, although more or less will be a little lonely. Flirtatious is this season, leaving behind the bitter cold of winter, the pain from the bottom of my heart. Perhaps I have been in this state, stable, perhaps know their own life, willing to be mediocre. I don't want to say how pathetic life is, but I also say a lot. I think everything is warm, heartache don't say much. Maybe it's good now. Spring is warm and the sun is shining.
Late at night, the window also quieted down, the shadow of the moon hazy. Like this feeling, sit still, listen to a piece of light music, gently soft, into the state of mind, the heart is clear, fluttering with the music, the night has become a lot of soft beauty. Listening to the warm music, I also thought a lot.
Over the past year, some things have happened, such as the illness, such as I am married, the most important thing is that I have changed. Is to adapt to current events, or grow up, in any case, the heart has become quiet.
Think of that young frivolous appearance, think of the days of hard work, the most unforgettable is the early morning breeze, the grass on the playground, the figure running in the wind. Forget the worries in the morning run, comfortable and relaxed, so began a busy day. What haunts me most is that in the season when spring flowers are in full bloom, I do not know whether the roses in the campus this year are still gorgeous, the locust flowers are still fragrant, and I do not know whether those flowers still remember me, once walked beside it, and were fascinated by it.
However, the good days are always so short and infinitely nostalgic. But it will eventually pass away, this beautiful time. Can't help but feel in a hurry.
Then came tears, the hardest days, the long wait, the painful struggle, and even the despair of death. Perhaps you do not understand, do not understand the endless tears in the corner of the eye, do not understand the long wandering in the middle of the night. When everything is so difficult to accept, but people have to accept, my heart is broken, and I pick it up and stitch it up again. Some things only experienced, will really understand.
The past is like the wind, and these are all gone with the wind. Only the wind will understand, the happiness, the pain. Now I am quiet, everything is accepted, this is the calm after the wind and rain, I do not understand, or struggling tired, want to be quiet, accept it, these unexpected wind and rain, and the pain after the wind and rain.
The music sounded slowly, without saying anything, I burst into tears. This is a long-lasting injury, ah, think of it, it will hurt. However, time is a good medicine after all, let me know a lot, let go, let nature take its course, wish the years well.
Now I, Enron, the years also flow like water, calm and gentle. In the morning, there is sunshine and a soft breeze. When the breeze blows across my cheeks, I look up at the sky and feel that the sun is very good and the time is very attractive.
Now I, lazy, will not expect much, watching the stars across the night sky, but also lazy to make a wish. I don't think too much, and I don't want to do too much. Just want to calm down, listen to music, watch the beginning of the moon, see the wind blowing and clouds moving.
If the day goes on like this, how good it is, or to fulfill that little wish in my heart, it's best.
Author: Angel
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