When it is pink and willow green again, you will get drunk

The wind of March has not stopped yet. April Comes Quietly. Look, it is more like a naughty child, looking around and laughing at you secretly. I want to take advantage of the breeze and the flowers bloom just right, gently pull your hand to see the flourishing flowers, let them witness a time of old days, I promise you to accompany each other until you die. This life nothing seek, only wish your heart like my heart, not this a Acacia meaning. The heart buried for a winter is filled in the season. Do you understand this throbbing heart? I bet my youth on tomorrow. You use the fleeting time to live freely. Is it because you are young that you can be so unscrupulous? Is it because you can reorganize the flag even if you lose when you are young, is it because young talents so narcissistic not afraid gossip arrow to break? Vigorous Life only belongs to young life, and what do I take to overturn this life? I like to enjoy flowers and make grass, and I like to go through spring. I am tired of work and the pressure of life vanishes in the mountains and flowers outside the city. With a spring suit and a new hairstyle, my heart was suddenly enlightened at the moment I stepped into the journey. All my concerns and fetters couldn’t stop my inner joy and excitement at this moment. The pedestrians on the road, the hawkers on the street seem to be so friendly at this moment. I am still fragrant with flowers and smiling flowers. I dance around me with butterflies, as if entering another space-time. Bright red lanterns, golden spring flowers, peach blossoms on the left, apricot flowers on the right, birds chirping under the pine trees in front, I chase birds flying, birds fly, I laugh, I laugh, the time is very busy here. Winding down the path, a gardener is weeding in the garden. He doesn’t enjoy it, but I admire this scene. If I can throw away the secular hidden landscape and enjoy the pastoral music, I am determined to devote myself to practice so as to keep my heart calm. I only hate that I am affectionate, and it is always difficult to let go. Love, hate, love, hate, love, hate, and hatred, even though I can see clearly the weight of the wound, I am still unwilling to let the most believed thing in my heart disappear. I hate the spring breeze and laugh at my persistent, silly and infatuated life, but I don’t understand the wind, flowers, snow and Moon, cold as frost but red as fire. People among them suffer the most. If they understand, they will attract each other deeply, and if they don’t understand. In the streets full of spring flowers, if you meet me, if you just know me, then please look at me from a distance, and pay attention to me silently. Don’t get close, don’t get close, I’m afraid, I am afraid that my love will burn you, and I am afraid that your love will follow the spring breeze and you cannot walk through every spring, summer, autumn and winter with me. Too much love in the world lived and died together at the beginning, but walking was already a strange way. I don’t like to see those cruel scenes, so if you can’t end up, please detour. Don’t blame my ruthlessness. A heart is afraid of incompleteness. Along the way, I was surprised that the sky in Beijing could be so blue, which made people want to kiss her. If there is a next life, you will be the sky, I will be the white cloud, and I will go forward hand in hand to spend the whole life. A bay of lake water, green can see the aquatic plants below, the wind blows, the water in the Lake pours the shore of the lake, like the tide back and forth, I stood there blankly, eyes looking into the distance, I didn’t want to leave for a long time and move forward. The white stone bridge seemed to let people get into the picture. I didn’t know how to describe it when I lost my words for a while. The broken bridge of the West Lake was just like this, right? Standing on the bridge, looking at the distant sky, the Willows on both sides, the pedestrians on the shore, the sparkling lake surface, I closed my eyes and got drunk in the spring scenery of this lake. The most tender is the willow on the branches. The fish in the water walk slowly. The sound of the zither is long and the wind blows green bamboo. Deep in the world of mortals, I didn’t ask who the flowers of Ming Dynasty were red for. I slept in the east of the attic drunk with you, woke up and enjoyed bathing in the Moon Pavilion. I poured a cup by myself, and you were free! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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