Sad talk about the withered cherry blossoms

Sad talk about the withered cherry blossoms.

1. The withered cherry blossoms are the watch of my heartbreak. The cherry blossoms outside the window slowly float away, taking away whose thoughts? Behind your gentle smile in my memory are falling like cherry blossoms. Poignant.

2. Therefore, during the cherry blossom season, you should dance, or sing, or something. I looked outside the car window, cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms all over the street. There are also people all over the street, crowded after get off work time, flowers are blooming, and there are trees on the street. But I only realized today that they are cherry blossoms. I am flower-blind, I won’t deny it.

3. Goodbye cherry blossoms, again in the rain. That day, the rain was full of spring, and Luojia Mountain looked particularly ethereal. I lay on the ground and kissed the cherry blossoms. I heard her crying, and my tears unconsciously fell down and covered the petals. , a person stands under the cherry blossom tree, looking up and staring. Suddenly I saw petals flying all over the sky, accompanied by the sound of something breaking.

4. The cherry blossoms float slowly down under the caress of the breeze, like pink elves spinning in the air, floating down the blue river and on the grass, and the white cherry blossoms dance with the wind. , like falling snowflakes, the unique faint fragrance of Far Eastern cherry blossoms floats in the air, making people feel happy and romantic. In spring, the bright cherry blossoms are full of branches, and the breeze blows, and the white petals dance with the wind. Falling, white petals are scattered on the ground.

5. I vaguely heard the desolate and sad singing of Xingjiu echoing in the high sky. Countless birds gathered and dispersed. The cherry blossoms came cruelly like death. Someone once told me, The most beautiful cherry blossoms are not when they are in full bloom, but when they are about to die. The fine petals of the flower wither in the air. The white cherry blossoms are like white butterflies, struggling to fly away from the branches and flying in the air. At the end of his life, he danced heartily, as if he was telling someone his sorrow.