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The picture scroll of spring unfolds slowly, and the mountains and fields after rain are full of green in the sunshine bath. The breath of spring is like a fragrance with fresh grass. A bright nature, graceful and poetic. I wrote in a shallow way, turning the past that I had accumulated for many years into a paper of tenderness. In the four seasons of life, one cannot give up yearning. In any case, on a cloudy day without sunshine, you should always sing a strong song and write a wonderful life with a poor life, just like flowers blooming in your life, therefore, life shines brightly. Years such as running water gradually floating away, road long again, must walk alone rain, gu bu red. Why not pour a pot of wine in the cold night, write a line of poems, sing in the vast moonlight, people will not be cold, hurt no longer pain. Rain always floats on the journey of life, with faith and kindness. No matter how bitter the journey is, it is also sweet. Looking forward to a simple life, in the Peach Blossom Garden of the soul, listening to the pleasant singing of birds in the forest and the poetry of rain in the night in the mountains will put down the unfinished stories for the moment. To welcome the sunshine of bathing, let the wind of the fleeting time paint freely on the branches of the season, and enjoy the shallow peace. In the dark night of my soul, I will light a lonely lamp, let the flickering light illuminate my association, and let the soul sound the elegant song. At this time, you don’t have to face the grievances of the world of mortals, you can also fly in time and sing in silence. Yeah! In silence, I feel that time is like a song. No need to recall, no need to sigh, even if the heart has grown old, white hair. In the song-like years, fate is uncertain. If you want to survive, you must wipe away your tears first, believe in all kinds of hardships and difficulties, and walk over, even if there is a barrier ahead, you must finish it unyielding, I am willing to start from scratch several times. I often envy that I can find nostalgia in my previous life like San Mao, go to the desert of my own, and also want to be a free person like air, and never compromise when it hinders my spiritual freedom; even, with fantasy, walking, it seemed that I could find Mr. Wu Liu’s dreamlike Peach Blossom Garden, seeing the quiet mountains, the clear water, the beautiful flowers and the overlapping beauty, it looks like a scenery with light ink. Despite the vicissitudes of the world, I am still willing to believe that as long as my heart is warm, there will be no loneliness; As long as I have hope, I will smile to warm. No matter what kind of wind and rain you have experienced, you will always find your own bright scenery. The pink and Willow are new and meet in spring. No matter how ups and downs you have experienced, there will always be a way to shine in your life. Despite all the ups and downs, my heart is safe. In the wandering Time, lonely me was like a wandering leaf, from spring to winter, swaying the wind and rain of four seasons. Weave every missing into a white dream; Then put every loneliness into a heavy bag every day. chun ran with xin lin, look back on that past met warm, 1.1 drop, already into memory. Rolling in the world of mortals, there are too many countless, too many helpless, too many ups and downs, how can you walk in the heart without Miscellaneous dust, hide in the fireworks years! Someone once said: in this noisy world, we all need a place suitable for ourselves to place our souls. Maybe it was a quiet house, a wordless scripture, or a maze path. As long as it is your heart, it is a post station, and you will not be so confused for the future. I have been looking for the plain place where my soul can be placed, quiet reading, quiet writing, quiet forgetting and quiet thoughts. Maybe only in this way can we keep the peach blossom garden of the soul and let the soul return. The reason why there are so many people in this world is not that there are too many people, but that the heart is too narrow; Make a green lotus blooming in the years, bloom like it, put the soul properly, let my heart go back to the plain and fantasy I met at the beginning. The appearance is old and the years are withered, why not let the wrinkles lock into smiles; Why not change the leaves and dance and sing. If you want to be old, you can become candles. If you want to be old, you can become Spring Silkworms. With a simple heart and indifferent ink, the black and white sun and moon are quietly painted into a sad and beautiful scenery. Treat the misty and rainy world with a common heart, just like seeing a blooming flower. Put the dream on the way forward, don’t let the secular world drown the truth, don’t let the care accumulate the cold and warm. With a smile all the way, a light dance time, hold the peace tightly, let the bright smile stay forever, let the song-like years shine! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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