Reflection fireworks follow the water flow

March this year is here, and it is another year of warm spring in March, with the wind blowing the willows and the misty rain in March, how beautiful it is!What a season!Smell the wind in this dry place, with the warm breath of tropical rainforest, like the open and free African savannah, which makes people imagine extraordinary.

I sit here, open the window, just casually make a cup of green tea, and then, I start to sit peacefully on the window sill and watch the scenery.Busy people coming and going, as well as the leisurely and wanton growth of the scenery, those light-colored, slightly fragrant flowers, blowing against the wind.I have the illusion that I live in heaven and look at the world, looking down, everything I know or don’t know is hazy, and I didn’t say anything in the end, I just like to sit, watch, bask in the sun, and let the wind blow Blow the long hair that has been bound for too long.

The taste of the wilderness, the vitality of spring, in such a village, a remote pedestrian place, and then end up alone, may be an ordinary and happy thing, love lightly, talk about everything about love, and slowly look at life The bustling changes in the city, and then ask yourself... have you ever been here?Never been here?This world has nothing to do with me, I have no responsibility for it, and it is all that I have come to encounter.

I love seasons like this, when I can smell the past.I smell the days when I was a child, catching red dragonflies in the field, fishing by the golden pond, sitting on the field full of small flowers brushing my long hair, squinting to see the scenery, walking alone through the empty sycamore streets Those days, those days when you watch the autumn leaves fall, those days that make you lose your soul, and then grow up in an instant.

I suddenly remembered the person who knocked on my door and brought me a bouquet of flowers on Valentine's Day. From then on, I knew that I could already have these grown-up holidays. I knew the ones I dreamed of when I was a child. The days of watching the palm of my hand grow up in an instant have come true, and it is no longer a flashy and distant dream.

A dream for a thousand years.

Looking at the palm now, I know that I will grow up after all, big hands holding small hands, I don't know how I spend these days?Sometimes I feel that I have never experienced anything, just a good night's sleep, and then someone replaced me and helped me through these many days.Those who are happy, who have cried, who are sad, and who are free and easy, I am actually the child who didn't grow up, and then took over the body of this adult in an instant.

Finally, I grew up!

Will it be like this next time? In an instant, I saw myself getting old in the mirror, and then I knew that this life is as prosperous as summer flowers, and I will end those blooming blooms in the hot season after all. , and then left without words.

In this life, in this life, there are many people, the lives of many people are like this summer flower, looking forward to splendor and beauty.But there are many, many, all of which have passed silently like this. After all, they can achieve others but cannot be themselves.

Human life is rare, what can we do with this rare life?

Looking at those mediocre people walking around, they are living down-to-earth, sometimes life is like a grass, very small, very small.I think, it is also life, life is as prosperous and important as a world, but we cannot be as colorful as this world after all, we are living with some regrets and incompleteness after all.Live your own life, helpless or not.I see, I know, everyone is a bright star, and they should burn so brilliantly, for themselves, for the meaning of life for themselves.

But after all, it can't be done!

Looking at the overwhelming scenery outside the window, I can't help but think of the spring in the light ink of the landscape, and the graceful beauty in the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties. These are the experience of the soul!These are the perfect feelings for a moment!How many times can you have such leisure time in your life?In fact, we can always look forward to the beauty of nature and the graceful movement of life. Unfortunately, after all, we are rushing by for too many unworthy things, and after all, we have lost some of the leisurely mind of the ancients.After all, I want to chase more emptiness, more so-called important things in this life, but in the end, it is not as good as a catkin falling like rain in my spare time. How many times can there be in a lifetime?How many times can I have such a quiet dialogue with the soul, with nature, with the ancients, with the past, present, and afterlife?After all, there are few such wonderful times in life, and we are all too hasty.

I am very grateful that I can still experience these wonderful scenery and subtle state of mind. I think this cannot be exchanged with many substantial things. Views on things cannot be exchanged for a contentment of the inner soul, nor for a sincere love.We can only be expected to expect the good of others and our own good.

Stretch out your hand, hold a trace of breeze, make strings, and play a song of the breeze of the soul.Keep the spring in my heart, plant a peach tree, hang the ink paintings of the Song and Qing Dynasties, and inscribe the sad poems of the Tang Dynasty. Those black words on the white paper, like the sad autumn water, flow wantonly into the present.At this moment, I think, if there is reincarnation, then I must be a person who has walked for thousands of years. For thousands of years, I have been walking silently with emotion like this.I don't know how many oil umbrellas were broken?I don’t know how many times I’ve seen West Lake Thin?I don't know how many times I have walked on the broken bridge?I don't know how many colorful lotuses in the clear water have been picked for the people on the boat?

Spring always makes me feel a little dreamy...

And these faint dreams like flowing water are the most wonderful intoxication in my life. □□Before the end, the horseshoe has gone away first, and the flowers are splashed, and the heart is in a daze.