Cold when · chunzhiyun song

The hard board bed at home is like a boat moored in the river of time. It made me sleep soundly, unwilling to wake up. When the sun climbed up the treetop quietly through the mist between buildings, I woke up. Leaning against the window, a swallow incited its wings to fly towards me. My heart was shocked and I suddenly realized: today is beginning of spring. Spring is coming! A hint of morning light lightly splashed down the window lattice. Presumably, it should be the bright spring outside. Time is like an unpredictable book page, and yesterday it also showed the white color in winter. After turning a page, I immediately jumped to the dreamy spring. Time slips gently like fine sand between fingers. However, the vaguely wet outline between fingers faintly reflects the excitement and laughter that burst out in the past; Or those feelings and sorrows that are difficult to restrain in the past years. It has become an eternal and lingering memory in the journey of life. In a flash, it was filled and long like heavy mist. Staying and wandering in the brow makes people have nowhere to escape. People say that middle age is hurt by sadness. Sit quietly in the wind, listen to the flowers bloom and fall, and see the clouds circling. Hide the sadness from the bottom of my heart and try to make myself belong to the true. However, only tears are not good at hiding. Thinking about the winter at hand, I read the wrinkles on my parents’ forehead and the hair on both cheeks and temples, and cried before I said! Floating Life is like a blink of an eye, and the cycle of seasons starts again. When it was warm and cold, time crossed the annual rings and trotted forward all the way. Close your eyes and meditate, you finally get nothing! The rest is just the filigree file marks embedded in the forehead. Turns warm again, happy together. Memory is like a storyteller, just like the Spring girl who is about to touch. It is so real and familiar that it seems to be the old friend. Time blinked gently like stars. Yesterday, Xiao Fang was still holding his cheek and silent. There is still a trace of thinking flowing in the brow. In the towering and scattered buildings, the lights are dotted like shining with the Stars. Those song-like years that have been chanted, like the starlight of the past, spread lightly on the shoulders. Those shadows in the eyes and wounds in the bottom of my heart were sealed in the corridor of memory like flowers blooming like dreams and wind passing through without traces. However, Yan er of the Spring News brought hope. Hope is like a glimmer of light in the mist, shining my eyes, permeating my thin clothes in the morning, and lighting the bright torch in my heart. Refreshing! Beautiful Spring, peach blossom saninhon. Pond Spring grass. All the grass in the soil were eager to get out of the Earth. First, they poked their heads to give people longing and surprise. The empty beam falls into the swallow mud. Gentle wind and drizzle, spring Yan tie mud, shuangfei soft words. Willow also began to quietly put on the new green like smoke. Water dissolves with ice, spring water Ding Dong in this time of stepping back is winter, and one step is spring, let the soul pin the hope of spring, let the reverie fly to the vitality of spring. Remove the sadness, thus, let the Spring Dream of loving the bed in winter come true. Welcome this wonderful spring with an open attitude!

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