Light

Yesterday, on the way to work, walking in the garden in front of the office building, there was a burst of fragrance blowing on my face, which was clove. In memory, clove is a touch of feeling and a touch of depression. In the light and long years, it is like memory, just like thoughts, connecting the plot and poetry of a certain story. In fact, it is only because of people’s imagination. What I like is the pale purple, even a little pale, light color, light openness, light swaying in the wind, light thinking. Without the nobility of peony, the magnificence of rose, the world independence of bamboo, the elegance and delightfulness of orchid, it can almost be seen everywhere on the roadside, which is so ordinary and not very thick, but it exists; Not very deep, but very natural; Not very persistent, but very persistent. Although it is simple, it cannot be ignored. In fact, in many cases, you may not notice the lilac bloom. It is the faint fragrance that proves that everything is like nothing, seems to be ethereal, seems to be at a loss, but it is refreshing, making people feel the fragrance invisible. It may not attract people’s attention, because they are all tiny petals, which can’t be distinguished clearly, but they are just like clusters of open, standing so weak and helpless, seemingly weak, but unable to break easily. When there is no wind, it seems that the fragrance of flowers is not there, but when The Wind Rises and spreads with the wind, you can feel everywhere. And I prefer lilac after rain. After being washed by wind and rain, lilac is more swaying with fresh air after rain. It seems to be overwhelmed and full of heart. In fact, it is to stand strong in swaying and breathe freely in the world of oneself. This season has some decorations due to this light fragrance. With this indifference, the mood seems to be a little clear in this fragrance. Just like opportunities in life always come and lose if there is nothing, just like some moments in life, lingering or disappearing between wandering. When walking through the path filled with flowers, when the memory is getting farther and farther, when the mood becomes quiet, this season is passing slowly and simply, without thinking about anything or worrying about anything, just like the light feelings of clove, it is not strong, but like water flowing; Not heavy, but like the breeze. I hope that life is like a flower, and there must be a fall, but when the flowers bloom, it will bloom at the right time, leaving lingering fragrance at the right time. It doesn’t have to be ups and downs, but it must be true and natural. Don’t seek results deliberately, be kind to life and yourself in following the circumstances. In a world that may be lonely, I often look back at my heart, tolerant and comfortable. Those people who come and go, those who go and go are passing by like the wind. We still have to pursue the answer from the bottom of our hearts. It may not be so difficult to give up, but we should not feel so painful, when you can face it calmly, when you can treat everything as a joke, you will really let go and relax. In the season when lilac flowers bloom, the sunshine shines so brightly that we can’t stop in this fragrance and let it be intoxicated, but we can always feel this light when we pass by, just like memories, just like life, we can’t leave time or stop, but we always feel the beauty of the past and feel grateful and blessed after experiencing it. Yu He QQ364399664 WeChat, Sina blog wmm364399664 like (prose editor: Ke Er) spring snow 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”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…