Who can keep that tree bright

I remember an ancient poem saying that the wind in February and spring is like scissors. I have to admire the talent and learning of the Ancients when I think about it. Yes, the spring breeze from ancient times still plays the role of scissors, cutting carefully in this land full of praises. Looking at the green branches and the green grass in the school, I began to praise the spring as if following the trend. (I always said that praising spring was the most common way before) pushing the door of the dormitory, the row of cherry blossoms were so vivid that they were compelling. No bees came, but many beauty lovers came to use cameras to retain the rare beauty. The most pleasant thing to go to the watering house to fetch water every day is just walking through the row of cherry trees, watching the pink cherry blossoms passing by, and occasionally some branches gliding over the head. Sometimes I think that road is too short, which makes me unable to enjoy the pleasure. Maybe I am too greedy. Any good thing is short but meaningful. Sometimes I would like to pick a flower as an eternal memorial, but the stretched hand could not bear to destroy the blooming free little life. The night rain of spring never had any omen. Listening to the rain outside the window, I began to worry about the life outside the door with smiling faces. Will you continue to smile after the storm? Surprisingly, in the morning after the rain, the air became more fresh after a baptism. Those Flowers singing in the sunshine yesterday were so bright that they were suffocating in the fresh air after the rain. Even if there were tears in his eyes, he could not cover the smile that emitted sunshine. That happiness is a little more than the toy that children have been longing for, and even deeper than the couples who haven’t seen each other for many years. I don’t care whether the fragrance is gone, after the petals wither, it will turn into spring mud to protect flowers or fall into mud to grind dust, and I don’t care who will remember the beauty that has been here after the petals fly, I don’t care whether it will last forever. After Flowers fly and flowers fall, the course of life will be drawn to an end. There will be no disappointment or struggle, accept all the established things obediently and leave the place where you love deeply. Rather than accepting it, it is a choice. The short life strikes the most touching melody, composes the most touching gorgeous chapter, and shows the most beautiful moment. We shouldn’t shed tears of regret for its silence. Who can pay for this calm, and who can keep the brilliance of this tree? The swallow has gone, and when I come again, the peach blossom thanks, and when I open again. The cherry blossoms full of trees will also bloom in the spring breeze of the coming year. At that time, could anyone know that one was once acquainted? Will the small smiling faces full of trees find that pairs of staring eyes are deep in my memory? In the Intoxicating spring breeze, the faint fragrance of flowers came oncoming, and no one could leave a hurried step for anyone. Time drives all the steps that want to stay and listen or stop to wait and see. Only a few memories on the diary can show that I have been here. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…