Look forward

This spring should be the most rainy spring in my memory. As the saying goes, spring rain is as expensive as oil, but I don’t know if the spring rain is because the water in the Tianhe River is too full and keeps overflowing. Since the beginning of spring, almost no sunshine and cloudy sky has been seen, the continuous spring rain, cold and humid, really appreciate the power of Cold Spring. In the morning, the sun was still shining. In a twinkling of an eye, there was a dense cloud. The dense rain line drifted and the meticulous rain fell on me. It was cool and there was a doubt that it was still in winter. Although it is already the spring equinox season, there is no feeling of spring at all. I still wear a winter down jacket wrapped in my body. It seems that I especially miss this season because of the cold winter, people couldn’t help wrapping themselves tightly. If they didn’t pay attention to the cold, they would take advantage of the gap and immerse themselves into the bone marrow. A kind of expectation from the bottom of my heart is rising slowly. Maybe life is just a kind of expectation, looking forward to the warm spring and the recovery of everything, looking forward to the red flowers and green willows, the flying catkins, looking forward to the blue sky, the floating white clouds are looking forward to the carefree scene of the clear sky and the gentle breeze, and the gloomy sorrow that the dark clouds cover the sun will never come back. Only when a person is doing what belongs to him can he understand the dream, and only when he holds a wisp of morning light, can he let the sunshine pour into his body, step on the Sunset, let me sing out countless drunkenness, invite a bright moon, let me read out all, with a breeze, let me express the chapter of life, write a sad and broken dream in my heart, and study a paper of ink fragrance and colorful life. I always look forward to the vast fields, green mountains and rivers, and the winding water. I am the only one looking up at the deep sky lonely and lonely, watching the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds rolling and the clouds falling. All this is still at this moment, even time and the universe. I expect myself to float with the wind like white clouds, travel in the broad sky, and cross the sky like birds without leaving any trace. In the quiet night, the willow on the moon, intoxicated in the vast sea of books, helpless heart, endless trudging, dragging tired body moving slowly, with the flow of words, the sadness and sorrow spread over the heart until the liquid called Tears flowed out, dropping slowly along the almost numb cheek and breaking into the dust. At this moment, I expect that all the sadness and pain will be integrated into the words, and the dust will be sealed at the bottom of the box of the years, leaving only warm and happy feelings. To be a peaceful person, to live a peaceful life, to do things in peace, to do things without being colorful, to be gorgeous and dazzling, to be calm in life, to be quiet in mood, to be persistent in life and to be real in life, give others tolerance and gratitude. I am looking forward to the true arrival of the colorful flowers in spring, driving away the last cold, and looking forward to the warm sunshine shining on the Earth.

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