Text/An Dongyue
Write about fireworks life, tell red dust stories, welcome to pay attention.
01.
In previous years, the Spring Festival, mostly sunny days, the sun shines on the body, warm, very comfortable.
This year's Spring Festival, mostly rainy days, all day long, cold and clear everywhere, the mood is also gloomy.
When I was a child, I liked the Spring Festival, only for new clothes and food, and now I like the Spring Festival, only for my relatives to get together.
Relatives are together, lively and joyful, but it is only a few days. When the holidays are over, it's time to go back to life.
The words of farewell, coming and going but those few words, how can you do your best to give up?
Waving hands, drawing a sad arc in the rain, no one knows when the next meeting will be.
Life, gathering and dispersing ends sometimes. Relatives, friends, lovers, all this is the case.
Many times, the more people have their hearts in mind, the less opportunity they have to meet each other. The more in love people are, the more they have to separate.
I can't see it when I want to see it, I am most sad; I can't get together when I want to, and I regret it the most.
This Spring Festival, do you also have people you want to meet and can't meet?
02.
It rained all the time from morning to night. When it is big, when it is small, when it is sparse, when it is dense. Such weather is not suitable for going out, only suitable for reading, writing, and listening to songs.
I have always liked ancient songs, beautiful melodies, poetic lyrics, pleasant to listen to, into the heart.
The single loop "Spring Garden Snow", the more you listen to it, the more you sigh, and an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes lingers in your heart and endures for a long time.
"In the garden, the pear blossoms are thankful for another year, the moon is sprinkled with empty steps, the old music is played in the dream, the tears in the dream are stained with rouge, and the little heavy mountain reads it over and over again."
"Little Heavy Mountain" is the name of the word brand, and it is also synonymous with miserable thoughts. A sentence "In the dream, the old music is played, and the tears in the dream are stained with rouge", which expresses the feelings of longing vividly.
Missing a person to the extreme, you will definitely dream, that kind of sweetness, happiness, intoxicating, lingering. When you wake up from a dream, all the beauty disappears, and the loss and sadness make people can't help but cry.
"The most amorous is the spring garden snow, every year falls full of people's garden, Xue Tao's words on the note are like the first sight."
Xue Tao is a note paper designed by the Tang Dynasty female poet Xue Tao, which is moderate in length and width to facilitate the writing of poems, and was later used as a letter writer.
"Xue Tao's words on the note are like the first sight." Reading the letterhead that was once written is like seeing it for the first time. This is the depths of love, seeing things and thinking about people.
The song is very intentional and affectionate. In addition to these few sentences, there is another sentence that I also like very much.
"In this life, it is too long but it is only a matter of time at the end of the world, who still remembers the season of pear blossoms and snow."
How many people, once deeply in love, but later it is close to the end of the world, no longer see each other, leaving empty memories and nostalgia...
03.
Spring rains are pouring, and thoughts are longing.
Thoughts are tied, and the heart has a thousand words.
With a thousand words in mind, appeal to paper.
Appeal to paper, send it to the flow of years.
Sending in the flow of years, hiding in the years.
Whether you know it or not, it all depends on fate.
The fate comes from meeting each other, and the love is not forgotten. Some people, after years of separation, reunite as they first see, only because they were once deeply in love.
People who are deeply in love, even if they are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, will still miss each other and never forget. A song, a few lines, can evoke memories and make people miss each other.
At the moment, "Spring Garden Snow" is still looping in the single. As the heart thinks, the thoughts, never stop.
The spring is cold, the wind and rain are miserable, and it is snowing in some places. If you can, I would really like to enjoy a spring snow with you.
Unfortunately, the city did not snow, only the spring rain, like a silk line, fell to the ground.
A spring rain, a place of acacia.
Acacia is like rain, falling on the center of the eyebrows. Half hot and half cold.
What is hot is the persistence of the past.
Cold, it is the distance to the end of the world.
In this life, it is doomed to be out of luck. A heavenly south, a northern part of the earth, only acacia, lonely and lingering.
For the rest of your life, ask for nothing else. I only wish you peace of mind and peace.
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Author: An Dongyue, a freelance writer, with warm brushstrokes, writes heartfelt words, and is willing to meet you in the deepest red dust. Welcome to follow.