I would like to do a small flower of time, open in the secular cold and warm interwoven human feelings, bathe in a warm fireworks. As long as my parents are there, my family is there, my friends are there, the soil on which I live is there, the sun is there, the rain is there, my life is there, and the spring that belongs to me is there!
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I always feel that the four seasons have annual rings, just like life.
From February equinox to April grain rain, spring is already late years.
However, spring, but did not show the slightest decadence, fatigue, and depression, still has a self-care grace and indifferent state of mind.
Peach blossom, pear flower, spring jasmine flowers are still in an orderly manner to open their powder, vegetation is still spitting their green, heaven and earth still have thousands of fragrant breath Anyin, is deep spring like the sea.
They know that they are perishable, they know that they will soon come to the beginning of summer, that life is about to end, and that they will fall into mud. However, those flowers and plants that belong to spring are still so calm, fearless, heroic, and unperturbed, with a heroic aura of danger and righteousness. They spend time in the pace, between heaven and earth to get wind and cloud, in the sun, moonlight package such as virgin melt, in the folds of time in any thoughts diffuse trace, swim drag, fly.
Did he see through life and death? Did he comprehend life? Or do you have unshakable faith in your heart? Can be so calm, calm, calm face. They use all their strength to contain themselves, burn themselves, empty themselves. Open to open, and never waste limited years, never let down their own lives, never let down the spring that gives them life. Only wish that one day, standing in the deepest part of the time to look back, look back that way came in a hurry years, watching the wheel of life run over the traces of the years, they can have no regrets, no regrets. Believe that although the years have been late, but the years can be agarwood. No matter how the seasons change, how time turns, this gorgeous and short spring will always be in our hearts...
Think of writer Lu Yao, his life is ordinary, short and colorful, just like this spring. An epic masterpiece "Ordinary World" exhausted him, hollowed him out, overworked him, life in the best golden age of men at the age of 42 will come to an abrupt end, leaving the world countless sigh. In that decades-long cold lonely pen farming road, he never stopped his hand pen, a person in the small county guest house, in extremely difficult living conditions, day and night to write, eyes, heart only his pen that "ordinary world." He is a seed left by God in this world, a seed in spring, following the most ordinary, most simple, most authentic growth track, blooming in the spring of life, upward, resistance, and unremitting efforts, unremitting growth, revealing the fragrance of Qinren. He knew that his life was limited, but he still dedicated his best years to the text, embedding his body and soul into the grid. No one did not know that the text was the endless blood flowing in his life, the eternal spring blooming in his life. He never lived up to it and never lived up to it! Even though the length of life is limited, it has a vast, vast and deep capacity like the sea. I believe that at the last moment of his life, his heart must be incomparably rich, full, filled with infinite joy, it is not empty, not empty, is no regret. For his words are eternal, and his spring is eternal!
If we say that life is like sending, life for a moment, life is but a sojourn, then what is the meaning of life? What attitude should we walk in our lives?
Should be such as that spring in a grass, a flower, no matter where the journey of life goes, do not mourn, do not hurt, do not pity, still calm and calm, with the soul and life dialogue, with unremitting efforts to light up their own lives, faint a touch of red years; Should be like that blooming in the night of the brilliant fireworks, even if this life only a moment Zhaohua, only once in the air, a turn, but also to burn all their own fragrance, and never empty to leave hatred, never let down the spring of life, with a unique attitude to do the most beautiful dancer on the sky! Should be like cicadas, even if dormant in the underground for three years, taste the bitter cold life of the world, but also with their entire life to sing the chapter of life... only in this way, must be so, their lives will be abundant, spring will last forever!
And for me, is willing to do a small flower of time, open in the secular cold and warm interwoven human feelings, bathe in a warm fireworks. As long as my parents are there, my family is there, my friends are there, the soil on which I live is there, the sun is there, the rain is there, my life is there, and the spring that belongs to me is there! I will never live up to give me love and tolerance, courage and strength, bring me a warm sun, bring me beautiful spring relatives, I will certainly be the most proud, the most gratifying attitude to continue to grow, continue to go up, and continue to pay, continue to harvest, I will never live up to belong to my spring-gorgeous spring, grand spring, forever spring!
Text: West Tower, Full Moon
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