In the small full season, another night of strong wind and rain, I don't know how many flowers will fall. This year's rain is particularly abundant, and the flowers are blooming very brightly. I really like this season, there is a faint aftertaste wafting in the air, which lasts for a long time. Hide the seasons together with the past in the palm of your hand, spread out, watch the lush years, and warm all the way.
A few days ago, a few friends from other places came to the ancient city to play, and I was surprised that the passage of time did not leave a trace on their faces, the same youth, the same vitality, their love for life exceeded my imagination. The ancient city is no longer cold in April, less dry in June, just because in May, gentle and bustling. The breeze blows on the face, just like the slender fingers of lovers gently touch the cheeks, in this intoxicating season of blooming flowers, who does not ripple in the heart in the gentle breeze that is just like the gentle caress of the fingers?
In the tea house in the middle of the mountain, under the corridor pavilion covered by thick shade, brewing strong Ming Qian tea, in the fragrance of tea, enjoying the natural scenery full of green eyes and flowers, it is really a great joy in life. Those memories of the past, those worries or sorrows, will melt away in the May sun like dew in the morning. It's just that the thought of friends who haven't seen each other for a long time will be on their way back after a short reunion, and I am sad.
Although friends say that they are looking forward to the reunion of the Dragon Boat Festival, now, even if they really want to go out for a walk, they are often put on hold again and again, not because they don't have time, it's not that the weather isn't good enough, it's not that the scenery isn't beautiful enough. It's just that I'm used to a habit that I'd rather look at lifeless data on the display screen every day, consult passionless documents, and watch the seasons change from the window day after day, even though the grass is growing and the warbler is flying, and I'm not interested in going out for half a step. Maybe this is the impatience of life, when work changes the laws of life, life will also lose its luster. What a simple truth, but under the inertia of work and life that I have formed, work is everything, and life is just a flow of time.
Some people say that time will become a chronic poison, a little bit of devouring your will, numbing your mind, and you don't know it, and finally one day, when you feel that you are aging before your own life, and find that you have not done what you should do and what you want to do, and you have no heart, this has to be said to be a tragedy of life.
The red dust is too deep, and life is too short. Despite the helplessness, we still have to move forward, don't we?The red dust is disturbed by the chaos, and the world is noisy. Remember what should be remembered and give up what should be given up. Flashy three thousand, just be yourself