Flowers grow taller and bloom in an instant

As the years pass by, prosperity is like a dream, life is like a play, and play is like life. In a blink of an eye, the youth is gone, and the spent years are like a dream.

In the dead of night, everything is silent except for the summer rain and the wind and wind. Leaning against the clear window, in the quiet wind and rain, my thoughts are spinning, like a dream, and I look back at dusk, my memories faded. Thousands of thoughts are tied up, and I want to remember it, but my mood is difficult to express. I want to forget it, and I am full of melancholy.

Bodhi is fine. Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time flies by and the face gets old. Only the moon in the sky and the bright flowers every night are like the sun for thousands of years and will last forever. The past is like smoke, lingering in my heart. I can only hold a pen, write notes, thoughts flow, and a drop of ink becomes incense.

Early summer in June is the graduation season. I am full of confidence and vow to be as high as the sky. He walked with his head held high, was not afraid of the examination room, answered calmly, and thought carefully. However, in the end, it was not satisfactory, his reputation was lost, and his life's ambition has been mediocre and desolate for more than half a year.

Time passes, but things are finally comfortable. Life is long, so why worry and worry about it? I gave up school and worked to support my family. Sometimes I will be irritable, sometimes sad, sometimes tearful, sometimes angry and regretful, but then , the years are like poetry, if you let go, you will become a Buddha.

In my spare time, I like to read books, sip tea, or stroll in the courtyard and watch a beautiful scene. I hope that I will not be surprised by the favor or disgrace, and watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; I have no intention of leaving or leaving, and watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky.

As time goes by, people get older, and memories fade, like the spring breeze, refreshing the heart and mind.

Hold a handful of summer rain, the pattering of rain soaks the soul. Thoughts were flying, I stared into the distance, and before I knew it, I smiled sweetly, the most beautiful encounter in the world of purple.

In the season of blooming flowers, peaches and plums are flying in full bloom, the flowers are in full bloom, and the smiles are as bright as flowers. The mist and rain are lingering, holding a plain umbrella in hand, silent wind and rain, petals follow the wind, one after another, drifting with the rain, left on the ground, touch lightly with delicate hands, joy comes from the heart, smile spreads from the face, the country is captivated, and the city is captivated even more People's hearts. Calling softly, looking back with a smile, holding hands together, and standing side by side through wind and rain.

Three years pass by in a blink of an eye. At the time of departure, the summer flowers are brilliant, but the people are thin.

Reluctant to leave, waving goodbye, fate comes and goes, people leave and the building becomes empty, the maple leaves dye, and the story is rewritten.

Years pass by, but people never meet. The flowers and events in that year only lasted a moment.

The lone lamp stands, sighing at the years, year after year, year after year, in the blink of an eye, things have changed and people have changed.

In the flowering season and the rainy season, in the grass-like years, we vow to each other, but we will never be defeated, and the years are silent. Dreams are like flowers, delicate and blooming. The road is long and full of thorns, but you must remember it and pursue it with all your strength.

After I put this pen down, my mind is hard to calm down. The past is like the wind, floating vaguely, like an empty dream.

The summer rain is falling and the night is long. Make a pot of tea and sip the tea. The fragrance of tea lingers and soothes your mood. A piece of plain paper, the pen and ink is fragrant, the handwriting is shallow, the language is difficult to write, and the understatement is left here as a souvenir.

As the years pass by, prosperity is like a dream, flowers bloom, and youth blooms in an instant. If you need to remember: cherish the present and live in the present. (Text/Jianchi)