Essay: Picking up a warm piece of the years, giving life to the spring; as if only one turn, the years have knocked on the door of spring; it seems that only one blink of an eye, it is already a cool autumn

Essay: Pick up a warm piece of the years and give life to the spring;

It was as if there had only been one turn, and the years had knocked on the door of spring; it seemed that only once blinked, it was already a good cool autumn.

Life has entered a slow and changing path. Suddenly looking back, the world is like the wind, suddenly awakened, life is like a dream. Whether you like it or not, early spring and February have arrived; there is no need to accept it, and every day dusk will approach. Those roads that cannot go back have become the scenery in memory, and a temporary new journey has begun to depart again.

When the spring wind and rain fall, there are colorful and colorful figures floating around, rubbing the wrinkled mood; when looking at the ten thousand mountains, when the flowers bloom, they interpret the mood and abundance, rendering the quiet beauty of the heart. The red dust of the season, the yellowing of the old shadow, dappled by the time of the years, are fragmented, and everything has become the past of the exhibition. Following the footsteps along the way, the scattered past is buried by the world, and all are shelved as dusty memories.

In the warm and fresh spring, the wind is still slightly warm, the rain is still soft, and the water is still shallow. In the days of life, people are still the same, the heart is still the same, and the dream is still the same. How many spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many winds, frosts, snow and rain, how much bittersweet and bittersweet taste, how many honors and humiliations have endured, how many relationships and feelings have been read, how many joys and sorrows have been experienced, all have melted into the clouds of the past, have faded into forgotten landscapes, and all have been blurred with yellowing as vague dreams.

However, there are still some beautiful things that have been engraved in the eyes and hearts, and they will always stay in the bottom of their hearts and gush blood. Although we don't know how far away it is, how long it is, but the warmth and touch that belongs to us, the treasure and pity that belongs to the soul, the fragrance and fragrance of the wisps of eyes, the string of sincere yearning and longing, are all integrated into our shallow wine glass, a slight smile, a gentle hug, a faint hello, it is enough.

I have to say that the picture scrolls of spring are always too feminine and too tender; the work of summer is always too gorgeous and too ostentatious; and only for the sketches of spring, there are more thick, more charm, more connotations, and a little Zen. Spring is bright, beautiful, gentle, quiet, abundant, poetic, deep. At this moment, if there is anything that can match this unparalleled good time, can match this charming charm, it must be a person's indifferent, innocent mood, must be a pure and fresh soul.

If all the others can be gently remembered, it is not a kind of happy contentment and joy; if all encounters can be faced with the most immediate fate and devastation, it is not a kind of indifferent and sober understanding and zen understanding. If you can, from the many past times, pick up a piece of beauty, a trace of joy, smile and dedicate to the years, dedicated to the spring, dedicated to the future, dedicated to yourself, give time a calm, allow yourself a sense of relief. The body is no longer vicissitudes, the heart is no longer haggard, the emotions are no longer tired, and the feet are no longer stumbling.

Life, always in a hurry to rub shoulders and miss, always in the inadvertent encounter, always in the past sigh and enlightenment, always in the understanding of cherish gratitude, always in the expectation of persistent pursuit. Life is always accompanied by joy and sorrow, with sour, sweet and bitter, with wind, frost, snow and rain, and entangled with honor and disgrace. Sweet and joyful, it should be savored, quietly enjoyed, leaving a leisurely intoxication in the heart. Those who are worried and troubled should face it calmly, calmly and calmly, and express an open-minded poetry in their feelings.

Pray for the spring breeze, the flowers blossom and fall, there are quiet and beautiful stories, the destination of the heart; every passer-by who walks in the season, every soul, there are poetic landscapes, the refuge of dreams; every life and every journey of meditation in life has a full consummation and full fulfillment.

Pick up a shallow smile of the years, hold a deep affection of time, pick up a piece of spring story, cherish a yearning for a beautiful spring, keep a life understanding, flick the heart sound of an autumn wind, caress the heart of a lake of still water, quietly recite your own heart, silently recite a bright moon wish, give winter a deep farewell, give spring a bright baptism, give life a sincere gift, and give the soul a warm comfort. Put a calm heart into a cool sweetness, do not stir up dust, do not worry, do not think about the past, do not fear the future, bravely walk on the spring, spring breeze on the road, if not far away, always guard the faith, if not the end, always smile forward!