Gently push the door open

On this side of the door, from the bright spring to the green shade, it has been frozen for thousands of miles and covered with snow. Where is the door? I want to push the door gently and stretch out my hand to try whether the spring breeze has rippled over the door. The warm sunshine in winter shone on the desk through the window, shining on a line of striking words, which made the words warm and warm. Through a door, I was warmly intoxicated in the words in the winter of 2011. This belongs to the 2011. There is a slight smell of gardenia in the text, which is so simple and elegant, as if there is nothing, just like the past days. The past days were like calm rivers flowing slowly; It was like a lengthy story, turning over page by page, without any special deep marks, but it came step by step, walked to the door of the 2012. The door of the 2012 will open slowly with a gentle push. The Four Seasons come together in an orderly manner. No one will come first, and those who should come will come eventually. The swallows in the past, with the news of south China, would still come back on time and fall on the eaves of the old house, murmured the lovesickness of a season of separation. Looking at the mottled and dim colonnade with critical eyes, he would keep talking when he saw a strange figure. For them, a migration, a return is a journey and a reincarnation, this time is not much different from the last time. People don’t know where to go, peach blossom is still laughing at the spring breeze. There are less familiar faces, more strange figures, and just more conversation, adding a little melancholy. The nest collapsed and still added some inspiration to the poets in the breeze and drizzle. They didn’t care whether the spring mud they pecked now belonged to Tang Dynasty or Song Dynasty. In the carefree situation, the door was closed one by one, and one by one. Several early warblers were closed to fight for Warm Trees. Whose new swallow pecked the spring mud. I opened the helpless flower and fell away. I was familiar with Yan’s return. Between the switches again and again, I’m afraid that the one who returned was not the former Wang Xietang Qianyan. We also stand as a withered tree between the switches again and again. The butterfly is still so colorful and charming, flying in and out of the flowers. They seem to know that their own time is not very long. Breaking out of the cocoon and turning silkworms into butterflies are the reincarnation of each season and the flying of each life. Crossing the threshold of life means that one door will slowly close in life. Can you push another door at the moment one door closes, and before pushing another door, everything is unknown. Therefore, butterfly will be busy when the flowers are overflowing, wrapped in pollen and a fragrant soul. Before a door is closed, butterfly will fly happily to make the beauty fragrant. Autumn leaves always dress up the lintel and courtyard magnificently when a door is slowly closed. It knows that it can’t cross this threshold, and once again it receives the cold wind and the cold rain and autumn frost. One bright Bloom, one sad withering, this is its destiny. But it will still devote all its life to make its curtain call more solemn, gorgeous and calm. Cover those places which need decoration with gorgeous bodies. Life needs decoration, and you also need a stage. Once you are completely gorgeous, you will not have reservations or scruples, and you will not turn your attention to the future. I will not leave my expectation in my heart for the next reincarnation day after day. I will not be like a child who always wants to open that door to see if it is wonderful and fresh inside. A long story is coming to an end. No matter whether the story is wonderful or not, it should end when it is time to end. Otherwise, how can there be a restart? If the characters in the story are not well-shaped enough and the plots need to be improved, we should also draw a rest on the music, close the door that should be closed, and make the past things become history. Open a door and enter a new realm. The characters have not changed, but the content is absolutely hard to repeat. Perhaps, entering a new door, everything will be different. With the dust all the way, we stood in front of the door of the 2012, raised our hands and kowtowed gently. I couldn’t help thinking of a text called “the happy Chai Men” and Turgenev’s famous “threshold”. For us ordinary people, the door of 2012 may not be as severe as that of Turgenev. A door is life and death, corruption or greatness. That is a door of life and death, a door of right and wrong. Then, we will regard the gate of 2012 as a chai men. Simple and shabby, although there is a little loss, at least it will keep us sober and expect. I hope this is a chai men leading to happiness. Naturally, 2012 is a door that must be opened. Who can tie the door to prevent spring from coming in? Gently, I want to push the door open. Maybe, when I push it gently, the whole spring is blowing on my face.

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