Spring has the fragrance of flowers, winter has memories

Inscription: A touch of floral fragrance, a few volumes of memories, and a simple luggage, looking for the warm years of the past in the silent winter.

1. Spring with the fragrance of flowers

Perhaps we have all encountered the peach blossoms in March, and we all know that they are very beautiful. Peach blossoms are red in March. What caught my attention was not only the magical plot of "The Duke of Zhou and the Peach Blossom Girl", but also the wonderful legend about the luck of peach blossoms. In fact, among the various stories about peach blossoms, I admire the peach blossom fairy who is endowed with a fairy atmosphere more. A body of pink peach petals wraps an exquisite and clear heart, which is so charming and charming that one has to admit.

Perhaps, I fell in love with the Peach Blossom Fairy in "Journey to the West". When I witnessed the Peach Blossom Fairy carefully arranging an exquisite song and dance performance to keep Tang Monk in his footsteps, I firmly remembered it. The beautiful lyrics of "Peaches and plums are flying and plums are fragrant" firmly remember the beautiful peach blossom essence.

After the spring when the flowers were full of fragrance, I was fascinated by the aroma of peach blossoms. That faint but fragrant smell is the most familiar peach blossom fragrance in my memory. The alluring smell is just like the Chanel that is exuding on the body at this time. It is faint and can only be smelled when walking around. I haven’t used perfume for a long time, and it seems that I haven’t had the urge to “make women look good” for a long time. However, when I received a birthday gift thousands of miles away, I was still a little moved. I couldn't help but take it out and spray it everywhere, trying my best to find the aesthetic taste that had been lost for a long time.

Smelling the familiar smell in my dream, I fell into that distant dream again. I picked a peach blossom and put it between my eyebrows. I was like a peach blossom fairy in mythology, walking on lotus steps, and her movements were vivid. Step out of the myth and enter the spring filled with fragrance of flowers.

Peach trees are red and willows are green, and the grass is growing and flying. I think of the long-lost spring, the lively scenes of spring flowers blooming, and the fragmented stories. Every time I touch the past, I always feel like a thousand arrows piercing my heart. No matter how long it takes, the feeling of heartache is still clear.

2. Recalling the warm winter

When a person cannot face the past, he just wants to choose to forget or escape.

However, I would rather stand there and wait for the flowers to bloom again. Because spring will come back after it has passed, and flowers will bloom again after they wither.

Memories often stay in a warm river and in a warm winter.

In order to change the destiny, I stubbornly determined that I could rewrite the ending of the story, as long as I believed in my choice. So, I took off my hedgehog coat and got myself into a safe harbor, trying to find a new kind of power. Walking along the promenade of the four seasons, counting the beauty of the rolling clouds, I can't bear to get out of the warm winter.

If an encounter begins in the spring when flowers are overflowing, then the blossoming forget-me-nots have already revealed my secrets silently. Plant these blue flower elves in my secret garden, water them with the rain and dew of love every day, hoping that they will convey my inner desires, but I can never look forward to the day when they bloom.

So, I chose to delete these memories that would never bloom, and put on a bright red coat for my sweet dreams. Nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses, the magic spell of love, fixed my smile on that unforgettable Valentine's Day. I wish that every day was Valentine's Day, and that I could live as sweetly as first love every day. However, the best memory only comes once, just like our love, which is always only once.

Although romance is not an eternal destination, the story of romance is always moving. Climbing onto the shore of happiness, looking at the increasingly unfamiliar shore, I really want to give birth to beautiful and moving hands like the Thousand-Hand Guanyin. Each of my hands is so pious, and my hands are joined together. I just want to save all living beings in the mortal world, and even more, I want to save the world. Transform that unruly soul.

As the saying goes, sincerity leads to spiritual success. Looking at the dreams that are being realized day by day, and carrying the increasingly heavy fruits, I can finally spend the winter warm. Put the complicated fleeting years into the fire and burn them, all the sadness will be evaporated by the fire, and only some happy ashes will remain.

3. Spring has the fragrance of flowers, and winter has memories.

I like spring because it has the fragrance of flowers, and the fragrance of spring flowers is colorful.

When the pink chiffon skirt floats up, there is always a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, which is the peach fragrance in memory.

When you put on the purple modified cheongsam, you can always smell the fragrance of lavender, which is the smell of AVENT perfume.

The red Qiushui Yiren skirt accompanied me through a warm spring. The rose perfume was sprinkled on my body, and even the long hair became fragrant.

The blue suit skirt makes me look dignified and elegant, and the lily perfume matches me perfectly, making me smell good wherever I go.

A variety of floral skirts, coupled with fragrant perfume, create a fragrant dream sea, fragrant thoughts, and even the fragrant poems written in the pen. The fragrant smell pervades from spring to winter and travels through the entire four seasons. It is the memory of the fragrance of flowers.

Remember winter, because winter also has colorful memories.

The gray down coat completely blocks the cold wind in winter. Wearing the protective color of love, I have never been frostbitten in winter again.

The apricot-colored wool coat with the warm and comfortable small fur collar adds a bright color to my winter. The straight waist and thick skirt make me fall in love with the cold-free winter.

Actually, my favorite color is snowflake-like white. It's just that you always say that fat people should not wear white, and beautiful women should be colorful. As a result, my winter has become a colorful season.

The satisfaction of "women are pleased with their appearance" has added rows of colorful rainbows to my wardrobe. Throughout the year, my outerwear is no longer just black and white, those colorful colors It has become my favorite dream, and those colorful dreams have become the colorful poems in my writing.

In spring, I have memories filled with the fragrance of flowers; in winter, I have colorful memories.

Every time I remember these colorful memories, my heart always blooms with inexplicable feelings and warmth. The time of acquaintance was too short, but the time of knowing each other was enough to make up for this regret. I was moved by the bright sun in summer, and someone brought me an umbrella to protect me from the sun; I was moved by the cold and windy winter, and someone brought me warm clothes. Countless touches have turned into the most sincere little flowers in my writings, blooming in my heart and in my dreams.

Actually, it feels really good to fall in love with someone, and it’s really beautiful to look at someone silently.

A touch of flower fragrance and a few volumes of memories are enough to accompany me for the rest of my life. Just like this, with simple satisfaction and simple luggage, in the silent winter, I look for the warm years of the past, and in the warm winter, I smell the fragrance of flowers and taste the warmth.