Spring, about me ten years later

The age of eighteen is as beautiful as spring, two as a flower blooming quietly, three as ink after rain in the south of the Yangtze River, such as a painting, such as a poem, such as a scenery, so that this young dream seems to indulge in the poem. I really want to be intoxicated in this picturesque scenery. I really want to enjoy the white clouds and blue sky in this unsorrowful country. I really don't know the taste of sorrow, and I get drunk in the peach blossom dream in March. I do not know when to taste all the sorrow, to see the falling red after the rain, whether it is haggard or heartbroken!

Mature to see that pure youth is like the pure glow of the full moon, silver light like snow, heart like flowers. Once forgotten night whether read the memory of the years, once that blooming flower will be old in the wind and rain, such as fleeting time, people can not avoid the baptism of wind and dust, the heart can not avoid emotional rinsing, I will also be quietly old by time. I really want to have another date with spring ten years later, maybe it will be another scene, maybe it will be another kind of legend.

Perhaps, ten years later, I am like a lucky flower, will be alone with a season of brilliant flowers, is the dream of spring blooming, is the dream of facing the sea. I rely on the progress of learning scientific knowledge, I rely on efforts to strive for the future; for the society to achieve personal value for the country, is my goal to move forward forever; clank to glory is my positive and optimistic attitude. Human beings rely on high technology for development, green environmental protection to achieve a harmonious era of nature, safe food is the guarantee of health, free medical insurance so that people are no longer afraid of disease harm, the renewal and improvement of various national systems will let people have a better future. Solar energy drip car is my satisfied car, three-dimensional highway network is the best arrangement of non-congested traffic, there will be green scenery on tall buildings and bright street lights rehearsals in the sea. I like to look forward to this beautiful, I like to hit the beat of this fantasy, I would like to promise a beautiful expectation with spring.

Perhaps, ten years later, I am like a sad rain, crying secretly in the rain that can not wait for you. Drizzle wet clothes can not be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground to listen silently. Miss the encounter at the right time, is it no love, or no chance for you? The love missed again and again seems to be a sad play, in which I play an injured myself. How much sorrow does Chun have? Revisit the old place, but no one can see the peach blossom alone for me? After ten years of spring and autumn tears, fleeting years are easy to pass, Acacia, such as sorrow, where does the spring water of a river flow? Flow eastward, flow south. Does the immovable yearning run aground the boat that slopes in the rain? For whom does the oilpaper umbrella in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River stay? Worry, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow

Perhaps, ten years later, I am like a snow waiting for happiness, waiting foolishly will move the flowers in your heart. All of a sudden, it is like a spring breeze blowing overnight, like thousands of trees and thousands of pears in full bloom. Do not meet the confidant, but meet to the meticulous care, maybe this is the warmth of the sun on a sunny day, let me melt in your arms or painting; maybe this is the so-called love, maybe this is the best arrangement of God, maybe this is the arrival of fate. I will show you the truest love with my practical actions. To love you is to love our future. I will turn into spring rain to wake up the flowers in your heart. When you think that you are no longer looking forward to, as quiet as the empty mountain and bright moon night, as soft as the stream, I have already made an appointment with spring to wait for you, then the peach blossoms in March will certainly be in full bloom, please watch the colorful flowers with me, watch the butterfly dance and cheer together. A lifetime of happiness requires calmness and patience, and a lifetime of love requires ice and snow baptism and arrangement.

Perhaps, ten years later, I am like a plum blooming in a cold winter, thick accumulation and thin hair calmly make me strong to raise my head, blooming brilliance. The Book of changes said: the sky is healthy, the superior man strives for self-improvement; the terrain is Kun, and the superior man carries things with virtue. I have been using this famous saying to motivate myself to move forward. I struggled to endure the cold and summer for ten years in exchange for today's achievements, feeling the merciless flow of time and diligence in order to strive for the future. Never dare to be proud, never dare to be arrogant, keep a low profile and do things cautiously. I would like to sharpen a sword in ten years. I will blossom quietly like a plum blossom, waiting for a date with spring, waiting for spring snow to melt open, waiting for the romance of walking spring flowers hand in hand, waiting for spring to soar across the sea.

Spring, about me ten years later, I am looking forward to the future after ten years. I would like to trim into a beautiful scenery in spring, whether it is wind, rain, flowers, trees, poetry, song and dance, I will keep my promise, I will wake up the Zen lotus in my heart. Please listen to the sound of the wind, please listen to the voice of the rain, I go quietly, just as I come quietly.

Author: Bodhi QQ:609063504