mo shang hua fall four seasons of life

Loneliness is that in time, I always get used to using words to kill time. Although I know that what I write cannot be called articles, because articles are very serious and philosophical words, therefore, my words can only be regarded as the mood of graffiti at most. They are just simple words and will never have anything to do with articles or chapters. Just because I like it, I want to use words to turn the past in my life into flying flowers and fallen leaves engraved on the ruins of the purple Mo fleeting year. Time flies. Some people say that life is a dream, and what flickers in dreams are all illusory and dazzling; Some people say that life is a play, and there are performances with veil dressing both inside and outside the play; some people say that life is a journey, a process of trudge and ups and downs; Some say that life is a piece of autumn leaves, and it is hard to get rid of the helplessness of falling in the wind after the glory and brilliance; some people say that life is a wisp of light smoke, curling Nana, dancing lightly in the pan. I said: life is more like bright fireworks, loneliness and sadness, like a boat floating in the sea, ups and downs, waves; Like spring flowers, summer rain, autumn Leaves, winter snowflakes….. When we are ignorant, we feel that the sky is light blue, the clouds are light White, the grass grows and warblers fly, the blue sea and blue sky, the water is gurgling, even the wind is full of poetry, and the rain is full of painting. Looking forward to the coming of a incisively and vividly misty rain, which is refreshing to my heart. The drizzle is like weaving, silky, Wisp, clear and shallow. I like the night when the branches on the moon are shining, look up at the deep sky, count the stars all over the sky, and look for the faint bright spot that belongs to me. Sometimes, at a moment when the moonlight kisses the flower stamens vaguely, the dream in my arms will fly secretly in the sky with high clouds; I hope that one day I can witness the repulsive White Rabbit nestling beside Chang ‘e and taste the osmanthus wine brewed by Wu Gang. I always dream such an irrelevant dream in my heart. I also wanted to rub the time into the fragrance of fleeting years. Those colorful fantasies were like elegant ribbons tightly wrapped around the dancing body, like water time and tender feelings, just like the spring of the four seasons, it is colorful and clear. I used to be confident and ambitious. I believed that I would work hard and gain what I gained. I struggled hard day and night for my goal, family and career, competing with thousands of sails and competing with each other. At that time, life was just like the sunshine in summer, sending out fiery red and warm. Although there was also a time when the sky was clear and thousands of miles away, it was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and suddenly it was pouring rain, and everything was washed off by surprise. But after the wind and rain, with a slightly cool and pleasant breeze, the haze in my heart was gently brushed off by accident, and the air was mixed with the fragrance of silk and flowers. Filled with the endless mood in the time, the titbits of the fleeting time spread all over the world. The hesitation and helplessness once existed, and the disappointedly cold flew down with a rain. Life is just like the summer in these four seasons, warm and warm, rich and heavy. Autumn is high, the leaves are silent, the White Dew is frost, the tall buildings are full of dusk, the Phoenix leaves are rustling and rainy, the autumn is solemn and beautiful, and the empty is permeated with tired heart, the old face was filled with desolation and confusion. The autumn of life is originally the harvest season. Success in career and ample food and clothing can be described as success and fame; Children can be described as happy and happy. Tears, loss, pain, bitterness and frustration once turned into yellow leaves falling all over the sky into mud in the soft autumn wind, and life became mature, steady and open-minded. Light wind and soft moon, sitting in the shallow time, suddenly looking back, fallen leaves are rustling, sigh how much do you know about the fallen flowers in your dream? Wandering and falling red, singing and dancing in the air. Life as four seasons of autumn in the wind light cloud light, fruitful. Entering the winter of life, there is no longer the desire for money and power. After years of sharpening, my mind becomes peaceful and indifferent, and I feel more calm and tolerant in my heart. I know that having a plain life is happiness, I love the quiet and sweet time, and I know that the setting sun is infinitely good, just nearly dusk. I will also sit quietly in a sunset, drinking a cup of tea, laughing and watching the clouds rolling and the clouds surging, enjoying my wife’s thoughtful and appropriate scratching and knocking on my back happily. Life is like the winter in four seasons, cool and quiet, solemn and lofty. Life has gone through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, flowers, snow and moon, and life bears countless ups and downs. Impressively understand: Petals will not stop withering because of people’s regret, and time will not stop flowing because of people’s sadness. In the miscellaneous life, you can find the joy like a firefly, and your mood will be as quiet as the autumn lake. The pure sky is rippling with the depth of time and the thickness of the cycle of four seasons. Flowers bloom not fall, but the real meaning of life lies in experience and process.

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