At first warm and cold, the human world has passed the halfway point of March, but you can still feel a little cold, the spring breeze that comes to the face, not to send warmth, seems to make people more chilly, can't help but wrap their clothes tightly, staggering through the familiar and strange town. At night, in this cold spring night, I couldn't help but shiver, and I was shocked to feel that the spring cold was even worse!
In the north of March, it is difficult to smell the breath of spring, there seems to be no spring where everything recovers and is full of vitality, inadvertently, the dry and hot summer will quietly come, just like the fickle world, sometimes clear skies, sometimes rain and snow, always caught off guard, untouchable, powerless.
Sanmao said: "People's lives are rushed by, if they really have a plan, it is just a warmth and worry." Life is not a deliberate presentation, nor does it need to be gorgeously expressed, it is an inner feeling, a resonance of emotion, a warm spice in ordinary days, and a common management between you and me. If we go farther and farther along this journey, then we have to look back and see where the gully has appeared, and then together we will try to fill it in, rather than giving up.
A road, when you get lost, try to zero everything and get ready; a life, when you don't see any hope, try to zero everything, and now step forward from scratch. We are all ordinary people, all of whom have times of distress, complaining and regretting, doubting and despairing, entanglement and contradiction... It is really only to frown, but to the heart, this is life, all kinds of worries in the world will come to mind!
Sometimes persistent persistence, perhaps just to prove their original choice, but looking back at the road that has been traveled, full of scars, if so, why not let go, maybe letting go is a new beginning, willow dark flowers are always better than doom. During this period, you have to swallow some grievances, and then wipe away the tears without mentioning a word, no one can be like a blank paper without a story, the cost of growth, even if you lose the original appearance, in fact, sooner or later one day you will understand that in addition to life and death, others are just bruises! After the storm is over, you won't remember how you survived, and you can't even be sure if the storm is really over. But one thing is certain, when you cross the storm, you are long gone. I think that no matter who it is, it will usher in the darkest moment of life, during that time, no one will know how much sadness and weakness are hidden behind our silence, maybe the adult world is really a sea of suffering, but when you have survived all the suffering, and then look back, you will find that the tears swallowed at that time have long turned into a lifetime of armor.
Winter is gone, will spring be far away?
On weekends, walking in the countryside, there are exuberant wild grasses everywhere, especially the grass with slender leaves that cannot be named, and the young girl has never seen it, innocently asking me, Mom, why are there leeks everywhere here? I told her that it was a kind of grass, and she should say: Mom, the grass is also vital and tenacious. Yes, the spring breeze blows again, and people are sometimes far less powerful than these insignificant weeds. Yingchunhua is the messenger of primrose, and it is she who quietly tells people that spring is coming! On the banks of the countryside, you can see some spring flowers, some shyly playing flowers, some opening yuanna, inadvertently, approaching the side of the spring flowers. You see, the petals of the flowers and leaves, like neon feathers, silk flowers, like a light bun, skin like rouge, ice and jade, pleasant aroma. A gust of wind blows, full of flowers and waves of tenderness like water, sprinkling the slightest wisp of affection in the water of time, letting the wind carry away the flowers flying in the sky... Immersed in the dream of the sunset, the distant mountains are quiet, embracing a kind of fresh nature, forgetting the red dust and troubles, and driving away the hustle and bustle of the heart.
Although March in the north is late, it still warms the world after all. The burning peach blossoms were still blooming so brilliantly, so brightly.
Wait for you, in the hundred flowers blooming, the branches spit green, the gorgeous flowers bloom in the flow of our path. Waiting for you, go to a beautiful feast on earth!
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