Camphor

Is the spring wind like scissors in February? During the Spring Festival, the warm spring breeze is really like sharp scissors, cutting the leaves of the fragrant tree in front of the door one by one. You can see that spring breeze spread across the country, which was soft and warm, making people feel comfortable. But in front of the House, the tall leaves were shaking, and after the rustle, the leaves were flying down one after another, it is as beautiful as rain or floc, spectacular but melancholy. Just for a long time, the courtyard was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. Looking at the thick residual leaves on the ground, the confusion of seasons appeared in my mind. I always thought it was the coming of autumn, which made people have lingering sorrow. The camphora trees are evergreen all the year round, but they also have fallen leaves. However, the leaves of camphora do not drift in bleak autumn or cold and windy winter. In the spring of every year, the leaves on the trees begin to fall when the Spring is warm and the airflow is like summer. Just as the warm current comes quickly, it also falls quickly. Once the wind passes, it will be like the rain of leaves, and a dynamic and beautiful landscape will be formed when the rustle sounds. Every time I look at my heart, it will sink with the leaves, fluttering and empty, with the melancholy of yellow leaves fluttering in autumn, the pain of separation, and the uncontrollable helplessness of parting. Whether I just belong to the leaf on the tree, just a gentle gust of wind will float to a distant place, quietly without dependence, and quietly without restraint, flying freely in the vast space, take a most lonely trip, and then on a windless day, choose a final destination to last forever. Maybe everything is just that I have too much sentimental feelings, all of which have nothing to do with fallen leaves, because the fallen leaves of the camphora tree are just a replacement of the old and the new. After the spring breeze and rain every year, buds like flower buds grow one by one at the end of the branches. This flower bud contains new and tender leaves, and small flowers as thin as stars are also among the tender leaves. When the warm spring breeze passes through the tender leaves and fine flowers, the buds will be poked out at the same time. At the moment when the incense tree was once again growing new branches, the old leaves also completed its mission. When facing the wind, they went away one after another, looking for the next home belonging to themselves, since then, the camphora tree has completed a beautiful transformation. The fallen leaves of the camphora tree once a year, each time is about ten days. This year’s defoliation happens during the Spring Festival, and I live at home for more than ten days, every day when I went out, I saw the scene of fallen leaves flying. No matter when the door is opened in the morning or when the probe is watching from the window, a scene like silent autumn seems to evoke the faint sorrow buried in the heart. A piece of floating is a piece of farewell. These departures cannot meet from now on, and that piece of floating yellow leaves have gone through winter, and there is no spring any more. I thought of my mother and grandmother. It was these fallen leaves that made a deep pain burst out in my heart like catalysts. This year, my mother and grandmother left one after another. It was so sudden and hurried that a bustling home became quiet, and there would be a faint pain every time I went back to my hometown. I always thought that time would heal the wound, but after the spring breeze, I found that the pain was never far away. It was just hidden in my heart. Sometimes I really have too much fear for life and life, which makes me unable to face up to life and the world that seems to make me more and more unfamiliar. The vicissitudes of life made me unable to bear the helplessness in my life. It made me realize that the separation in my life was so simple that it made me unprepared and went to another world quietly without saying goodbye. Therefore, the sound of wind and falling leaves will also make me a bird of horror and fall into the abyss of fear. Whether people are also like the weak leaves on the tree. When there is an autumn wind and rain, they will leave quietly. Even if the warm spring breeze can be, the leaves of the fragrant tree will not come to another world silently, there is no reason for all. Or who can escape from death or death, or earlier or later, the one who should come will come eventually. People living in this world always face sunrise and sunset, and always face spring, summer, autumn and winter. The road still needs to go step by step until one day they leave quietly like leaves. Since you have to go on the road, or you don’t need to be afraid, just face it bravely and let it go. Don’t be frivolous and arrogant when you are beautiful, don’t be pessimistic and negative when you are lost, be calm and calm, face life with positive and optimistic attitude, only in this way can you not waste this life. People always have sorrow and frustration. When facing sadness or I can’t calm down, I may still feel pain like a leaf. But I am will not retreat, nor will it be depressed from now on. I believe that after experiencing the pain, I will become stronger and look at life more plainly. Let time fade everything, let all the life and death go, let all the joys and sorrows go with the wind, and then face the rest spring, summer, autumn and winter peacefully. The spring wind in February is like scissors. The warm spring wind cuts off yellow leaves, and the warm spring wind also cuts out sharp green. Looking at the moisture of the spring wind, clusters of thin fragrant Zhang flowers have been exposed to the branches. Among the bright green swaying branches and leaves, the spring birds have already attracted, jumping and circling, singing the light songs of spring. February is a warm and bright season. The warmth of February makes everything spit Green and reborn. The arrival of spring makes the spring here full of birds and flowers. I think the savory tree chooses to be scattered in spring. Everything has nothing to do with sorrow and injury. It just touches my sensitive nerve casually. In fact, spring is still the season when spring is warm and blooming. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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