"I didn't mean to surprise you, but you surprised me."
Yu said: "Life is a blooming tree, quiet or warm, lonely or bright. The days are getting thicker and thicker in the rings of the years. Those innocent, jumping or meditating souls are engraved with deep or shallow, thick or light impressions in the bustling and noisy. "
Time is faint, flowers are faint, and there are endless thoughts, just like the flowers in this season, half blooming and half falling.
Half is blurred by light and shadow, half is lonely and silent, half is colorful and infinite, half is noisy and lively, half is fading, half is beautiful and enchanting, and half is sad and desolate.
Quiet places, flowers bloom, the wind has passed, and there is red everywhere. Time goes by with impermanence, leaving chaos everywhere.
Breeze is accompanied by rain, and family ties time and season. How many people lament that the years are getting older and it is another season of falling flowers.
There was a misty rain in Sichuan, with flowers falling all over the place, a pool of clear water and green, a curtain of dark dreams, warm summer wind, getting old in late spring, flowers flying all over the city and becoming tender.
In the depths of time, a petal falls, lonely and fleeting, whose eyes are destroyed by a residual red? Flowers bloom like a dream. Whose fleeting time has changed in that season? The years are quiet, and nothing is left except the loneliness like falling snow.
Time flies like water, and some are helpless. In addition to silence or silence, a red cloud covers up complicated worries, and a spring breeze brings loneliness.
Petals wander in the wind of ridicule, all the past, some pain, no one knows except themselves, or only fallen flowers know.
"This is because the green light did not return the guests at the beginning, and the dust was left because of the turbid wine."
Mu Xin said: "I look at things I don't know about sadness with sad eyes."
Youth is easy to die, youth is easy to get old, and when spring comes and goes, it is always necessary to meet and hate each other late, leaving is sad.
I am a world-famous traveler, walking on the breeze in Lu 'an, with flowers and leaves, fragrance, scattering, grinding into dust and mud, and unspeakable sadness.
Flowers bloom and fall, but they are stained with worries and have no intention of avoiding them. When they meet, there is bound to be separation.
Time flies like water, that is the end of prosperity, that is the meeting of innocent hearts and flowers, that is full of small words that cannot be picked up.
It is said that the curtain is rolled in the west wind, the dust is thin, and the splendid chapter is short and long. It used to be prosperous, and the flowers fell overnight, making the season cool.
There are hidden secrets in the wind, and the fallen petals are full of worries, paving my heart along the context of the season; Poetic rain, with the vicissitudes of time, also knows my gentleness.
A glass of turbid wine, facing the years and ourselves, we all need a spiritual habitat to put a grand meeting or a beautiful parting.
Some love, from blooming to falling, seems to be just a turn, with love at first sight, peach blossom in full bloom, and even rivers and lakes forgotten silently.
Time allows me to open a flower and time allows me to drop a flower. There are no flowers in the world, and there are no flowers that never fall. Only with deep affection can we never give up, and only with peace of mind can we be carefree and fearless.
Go through the four seasons of the world, taste all the tastes of life, understand the warmth and coldness of the world, and know your sadness. In fact, everyone has his own story, which is the trace of years, the wandering prose in this life, and in the end, the chapter of meeting and parting.
"There is always one or two winds in the world that fill my dreams."
Mr Jiang Yang said, "There is no one in this world who is not injured. No matter when, you should believe that the only person who can really cure yourself is yourself. Don't complain, try to tolerate me; Not afraid of loneliness, try to precipitate yourself. "
The long road of life is a lonely journey. When I am helpless, my love is like flying flowers and dreaming lightly. Once I left, I reached out and the wind passed through my fingers, leaving endless regrets.
The desolation of the heart is indelible wind and frost, full of vicissitudes, but it can't write the deepest sadness in the heart.
A person's life is destined to experience many things, including ups and downs, ups and downs, which is normal.
Brilliant flowers all the way, falling flowers all the way, are the scenery of life, budding feelings all the way, leisure and happiness all the way, loss and loss all the way, success and failure all the way, all of which are an experience.
Who doesn't want to be suicidal, who doesn't want to afford it, and who doesn't want to live a smooth, healthy and happy life.
However, in life, how many people really let go? Otherwise, why are so many people in pain, sadness, complaining and suffering? Always a broken heart.
We don't want to have nothing, just look down and have a breeze or two.
Learn to face the ups and downs of life calmly, and the small gifts of years give us the strength to live. All this, rain or shine, cold or warm, learn to accept it calmly, whether you have it or lose it, it should be happiness.
Look at the complicated life with a normal heart, experience the wind and rain, be neither sad nor happy, persevere, and interpret the open-minded life with a smile, which is a kind of life scenery of life.
Appreciate the scenery on the road of life and learn to laugh at everything. If you can have a soft state of mind and a pure soul, it is an elegance of life, an indifferent realm of "living up to your mission and only looking at the flowers in front of the court", and a beauty that is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Let yourself be quiet, enjoy the fallen flowers, soak in the flowers, and let the flowers dream, because it is a free and easy life, and it is the heart of "going to stay and floating with the clouds outside".