The red plum spits the golden stamen, and the smoke and rain envelop the south of the Yangtze River.
The sky was drizzling, the branches were covered with ice, and the wind was chilling. At such a time of time, on such a day, most people are huddled at home, while we all walk out of the house and aimlessly walk the park paths.
A plum tree came into view like a crimson cloud, and I quietly stepped forward and picked up a flower. I thought about giving this plum blossom to my wife, and attached a sentence: Jiangnan has nothing to send, talk about giving a spring. But when the words came to his mouth, why couldn't he say it, and he thought in his heart, how could this picture be so familiar?
The red plum beside me reminded me, isn't it also such a rainy season, and we are also walking aimlessly and leisurely on this park path in a sparsely visited early spring? Suddenly, how did a year pass in a trance?
I don't know what the reason is, in recent years, I always feel that time flies very fast, open my eyes and a new day begins, and before I do anything, the sky is dark, and the day has passed. I always feel that the days used to be longer, and the time passes much slower. Could it be that after people reach a certain age, time has become a more urgent and scarce resource, and they are more willing to pass more slowly, more slowly. But what about the time that shifts by the will of man?
When I was still immersed in the reverie of the sparse shadows of the red plum and the floating of the dark fragrance, the peach blossoms showed the appearance of "full of trees and delicate red"; When I was intoxicated by the scorching heat of the peach tree, the dragonfly standing on the sharp horn of the small lotus caught my eye again; When I was still imagining the meaning of the quiet and elegant lotus pond, the green skirt of the lotus leaves covered the lotus pond; When I still fantasize about when I can enjoy the moonlight on the lotus pond on a quiet moonlit night, "the lotus is no longer a rain cover". Always looking forward to it, but always missing it. No wonder Li Shangyin sighed: It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.
The saffron remnants made me suddenly speechless.
Everything in front of you is the same scenery, tonight seems to be a picture of floating light, and people can't help but sigh. It's no wonder that Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, sighed in "Seeing Huan":
Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried. Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening.
Rouge tears, drunk together, when heavy. Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.
In order not to leave too many regrets in life, it is better to cherish the joy of seeing each other in front of you.