Woke up this spring.

The shade of green is suitable, the light and shadow are interlaced, and the sun is scattered. Spring is full of vitality at this moment.

It only takes a glance to fill the chest, as if something is going to explode with it. This is a force that belongs only to life.

I like that neglected morning. The vigor of spring is in my ear and the luster of spring is in front of me. Every cell is open to the spring breeze, as if welcoming baptism and guidance, and all the fatigue and hiding in the deep winter are gradually waking up.

The past is shattered into dust, but it shines in the eyes and stars in the middle of the night. Those unforgettable regrets are like thorns of roses, and beauty has only one shortcoming. Armor is only used to protect the soft heart, just like being frivolous and domineering, but it only covers the blushing heartbeat. Youth is beautiful, but beauty is short-lived, short-lived welcome and cherish. Endless, endless, to complete this colorful world.

The essence of passing is fluid, just like spring going to Qiu Lai, and visual beauty is like a boat in a sea of misery. Is the other shore we are looking for enchanting in Manzhu Shahua or holy in Xu Mi? Time has made a choice. In your every thought, at a glance, 10 thousand years of love, and a lifetime of persistent hatred. The world is like infinite possibilities filled with countless time and space. An idea blooms and an idea falls. One thought of Bodhi, one thought of hell.

I can also write about my feelings for years. All the human sufferings that have never been stranded have finally been redeemed in words. This is my way and the light in my heart. Lotus is not stained with mud, and it is a character to be clear about demons; Listening to the rain, full of poetry, is a state of mind. I am dizzy in the mud and elegant, knowing that there are still blooming lotus flowers in the world.

Looking back, I just took a break, hugged a cloud, swam shallowly, bid farewell to the old days one by one, and all the grievances and enmities vanished in a smile. Go to the future wholeheartedly and walk in the romantic months now. Life needs to be spent with great patience, so as to straighten out Qian Qian and unify all thoughts.

Life is a poem, surrounded by painful waves and mountains and rivers. All the singing is just a long-running singing in the chest, inexplicable, unintentional, unspeakable, not for emotions. Deduction is a knife, which shattered all artistic conception. Life is endless and meaningful. Just one by one, the footprints have already become a flower dynasty.

Life is a happy return. After vicissitudes, it is just a flash in the pan, just a summer bug, and spring flowers are just winter snow, woven in disconsolate and reminiscence. At that time, it was just an ordinary regret, and there were misty rains that made life free and easy. The gentleness that heaven and earth refuse to say is given by years. Life that cannot last forever is precious because it is short. The so-called treasure is the present.

Life is full, Changle is not yet central. The gill net woven by desire covers the sky and is as thin as fog. Red soil is enchanting with chasing blood, but there is also a snow wind flower that rubs shoulders and heels, but it is clear and full of flowers outside the thorns. I was black and blue all over, but in the exile of heaven and earth, I shook off my prosperity and played the piano with my hands, which made me feel calmer and happier than ever. It's good to be full, and smile softly.

I woke up in this spring, and the wind has come.