The snow has arrived, and winter has deepened.
In these shallow years, there is finally the cold and cold of the west wind and sea sand.
As if in the blink of an eye, the year has come to an end. Outside the window, the white loquat bloomed again, but I suddenly felt that last year's flowers had just gone.
It turned out to be a naughty time, connecting all the inadvertent together, writing a story of a mountain and a trip to the water, hanging on the willow tops of the four seasons, and jingling into a note of forgetting worries.
Suddenly, I remembered Wen Zhonggong's words. It's always hand in hand back then, swimming all over the bush. Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's red, but unfortunately next year's flowers are better, know who to be with.
Wind and rain, the four seasons are reincarnated, flowers bloom and fall, and gathering and scattering are impermanent. When the loquat flowers fall, there will be loquat hanging branches, and the only thing that does not change with the season is the loquat leaves that are evergreen in all seasons. It does not wither, does not compete for spring, does not fear winter, and sways in the wind like a season in the four seasons.
What you have is flowers and fruits;What is lost is also flowers and fruits. The only thing that remains unchanged is the origin of flowers and fruits.
Time, like a gentle gentleman, gently caresses the delicate figure of life. He gathered up the rainbow after the wind and rain, and in the mountains and rivers, in the starry sky, he sketched a picture of ink and blue.
Time only relieves people to get old, they don't believe in being amorous, they hate to leave the pavilion for a long time, and the teardrops are easy to wake up.
The days of flowing water glide through the fingertips, but do not leave a trace. Moored at the ferry port in winter, silently waving goodbye to the scenery of spring, summer and autumn, those past regrets, let it stay in the past years, gradually forgotten. And those good memories and expectations are carefully stored in our hearts and become treasures that we have always cherished.
Leave regrets to the past and gradually forget;Put the good things in your bags and treasure them all the time. The wind passes through the fragrance of flowers, and the winter brewing time is full of hope to continue to write a new chapter.
Four o'clock orderly, autumn harvest and winter storage. Slowly simmer the tea for the years to warm the good time of the new winter.
The night rain of the West Lake, ten years of green lights, composed as a song.
The water and moon in the south of the Yangtze River, the wind and flocculent in the river, and the lotus hat and the sun return.
There is a fireworks in the world, blooming in the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and light rain, but there have been people who have appreciated itHave there ever been people who know that they are lonely in their hearts and walk all the way?
The wind passes through the fragrance of flowers, the winter brewing time, life is just a journey of gains and losses. In the world of fireworks, look for the blooming lotus, under the Bodhi tree, write cause and effect.
In this gentle time, all the way through the ups and downs, forget the pain of the past, wash the tired soul;Cherish every moment and feel the beauty of life.
Possess it and clear it at the same time. Walk with time, so that the charm of the years will always remain in our hearts.
Wen Liu Yueqing——
With the pen of time, write the beauty of time.
A paper year, the book is fragrant in half a season, and the four seasons are gentle.
I want to write a winter poem for you.