Deciduous

In spring, leaves fall into the heart, and I don’t want to leave! — Inscription on the snow dance, pure winter thoughts; On the rain fly, Qinghuan spring. Ye Luo passers-by, reincarnation of the four seasons; Red flowers bloom, hand in hand bright. Thank you for the fireworks, and take care of the fragrance! Flowers bloom, traveler will dismay hurried; Month Full Moon lacks, snow Yuhua still flying! Meet, the clouds in the world are light and the wind is light, and you can cherish it! There is a kind of encounter, which is very natural. Looking at each other and smiling, if the light wind passes over the water, you can feel a kind of warmth. Life, like ordinary grass, where does it not meet? In spring, birds and flowers are everywhere, and willow green style is everywhere. What came into my sight was full of delicate and charming, and what passed by was the thick mellow fragrance. However, after a spring rain, suddenly looking back, there were fallen leaves on that ground! No matter who you meet, he is the person who should appear in your life. It is no accident. He must teach you something. Shakyamuni once said so. The internet makes you happy and sad. It is the keyboard that is gently knocked, and the text is slowly flowing. Maybe you are at the end of the world, maybe I am at the Cape, but a character, like a smile, like a handshake, like a cup of green tea, like a hug, like a flower, can shorten the distance between each other instantly, like the neighbor next door! The spring breeze is ten miles away, and flowers bloom on the street, conveying wisps of warmth; The leaves are patches, the smoke from the kitchen is curling, and the red dust is flying! The fragrance of flowers in a season is sweet; The smoke and rain pervade the soul. How many passers-by, after several years, you are still you, I am still me, calmly passing through the days of wind and rain. The virtual space is the real you and me. Maybe, the love you like can’t see the sunshine, just like the dew in the morning; Maybe, a youth text touched you, can’t be self-controlled; Maybe, a sad language hurt you, heartbreak film …… words are poisonous, not fake at all, love and hate, can’t help! A dusk after rain, looking at the fallen leaves all over the ground, I was moved. Those leaves, spinning around the tree, were reluctant to leave. Maybe intentionally or unintentionally, they were blown into a big heart word by the wind, so magical! Naturally, I saw the extraordinary leaves. They grow up in the same sky and live peacefully in their own lives. They watch sunrise and sunset. Only in the breeze can they have intersection and listen to the sound of flowers, take care of the soil under the tree and moisten the nature! Isn’t the Internet also a big tree? Are you, me, exactly that leaf? Clear water without worry, all because of casual; Leaves without regret, all because of empty heart! Who says that we don’t care about fallen leaves? You and I are both passers-by in the world of mortals. It is not easy to meet each other in the vast sea of nets. With a sleeve of breeze, the drizzle weaves diagonally, which makes the spring and the moon warm! Sometimes, with a gentle smile, my heart is fascinated by you! Meeting is a kind of poetic beauty, whether real or virtual. Facing the empty network, you can think about anything and say anything. At this time, your soul is relaxed and joyful, and those sorrows in reality disappear, you are real at this moment. With warmth and affection, I just want to go to a feast of words! You see, the spring of that place, the sunshine of that place, the warmth of that place, the fallen leaves of spring, like floating elves scattered on the Earth, as well as the hurried time, reluctant to leave, it tells the joy of passers-! Go to the poor place, sit and watch the clouds rise! There is always some tenderness, hiding in a cut of spring; Some amorous feelings, swaying in a curtain of misty rain. Facing the wind and rain of the world calmly, it is good, and the loss is also good. After the wind and rain, the rainbow will appear! Falling red is not a ruthless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers! Look at the yellow leaves, one or two, like a golden bird, flying up and down, and finally falling down peacefully, or going away with the wind, not knowing where to fall. However, leaves have no regrets, no matter it is the tree that nurtures it, or the Earth that accompanies it, blend in the soil and look for a destination, quiet as before! In this noisy world, as passers-by, you and me miss the wreath of youth, hope for the mercy of time and throb the beauty of love. However, we all need to have a place suitable for ourselves, it is used to place souls, isn’t it the same with fallen leaves? The light green of spring, the dark green of summer and the golden yellow of autumn ended its life from joy to beauty to quiet disappearance. In fact, leaves love the world with heart, so even its departure is quiet and beautiful. We are always looking for the true meaning of life. In fact, the true meaning of life lies not in the Times of breathing, but in the moments that make you unable to breathe! When a leaf lay quietly on the Earth, life came to an end, but it was still smiling without any sadness! Aren’t we just a leaf in the universe? Maybe one day, you and me, passing by someone on the noisy city streets, may stop and stare at the back that is far away …… looking back, years passed, past youth! Life is too short, there is no time for regret, if it is not the end, please smile forward! A piece of fallen leaves explains the wonderful life and the quiet beauty of separation! Unconsciously, wandering in the feelings of leaves, dancing, splashing fleeting years, hand in hand and leisurely, you are the fate I cherish all my life! Life is like a leaf, every piece of gentle, every piece of love! QQ/417740569 snow elimination in spring

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