Years

There is no rain in the morning, touching the wind of May, sucking the fragrance of soil in the air, stepping on the soft wooden slow track or the green flagstones full of green grass, and moving forward as always, to find a feeling of time cycle. The dress of spring changed round after round, and what was still green was a mountain of grass and trees, and the purple spirit flying over the mountain brought the breath of spring, which was the intoxicating second moon orchid in my memory. In a flash, it has already disappeared without trace. The Peach Blossom blossoming in March, the red and pink are blooming with the beauty of spring, as if it was yesterday, and as if it was just in front of us. In this same place, the full of fresh flowers have fallen with the wind, turn the accompanying tree into the old soil. It is still the purplish red triangle plum, accompanied by the sun, moon and stars, which is full of marks of spring in swaying and colorful. A kind of Camellia called Big cinnabar, one after another, blossomed in turn in the wind, as red as the red silk silks and satins in the dancing girl’s hands. Pale purple morning glory, inadvertently covered with trees, like a string of wind chimes hanging on the trees, rang the season of flowering agreed with summer. Time goes by, flowers bloom in four seasons. The beauty of spring, the flowers are beautiful all the way, and the beauty of the world is appreciated. The flourishing of summer shows the power and charm of life, with the gentle cool breeze, writing Green poetry. The colorful autumn is as strong as the hot coffee, which makes the rich emotion intoxicated in the floating cinnamon. The silence of winter evokes the memory of the past. In the silent world of falling snow, a cold plum stands proudly in the snow. Cold comes and summer goes, spring comes and autumn goes, remembering different flowering periods. Each tree is rooted in a different land, and each flower comes from a different leaf, bathing in different sunshine and rain. Therefore, what kind of flower will have what kind of flowering period. Life is just like the flowering period of four seasons, childhood, youth, middle age and old age, just like the flower season of spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the passing years, no matter how long the flowering period is, the flower of life is beautiful because of blooming. Childhood is dreamy, no matter it is bitter or sweet experience, in the pure heart, I can feel the warmth of spring, the warmth of breeze and the intimacy of dew, let uninhibited dreams fly in the sky. Young people are hot, burying their roots deep into the ground, sucking greedily in the soil, letting summer flowers bloom on the branches in the hot sun, he wrote an immortal legend with his youth. Middle age is wise, experiencing the twists and turns of life, reading all the rainbows and wind and rain in the world, whether it is withered branches and yellow leaves, or fruitful, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers all the way, calmly walked through the abundant autumn. Old age is recalled. Happiness and dreams gained in childhood, youth and vitality gained in youth, maturity and charm gained in middle age flow away with time, taste slowly in the silent winter, let the dark fragrance float in the cool wind. Time goes by, how many flowers bloom? The Flower of Life is beautiful because it blooms. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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