In this life, I have no chance to Zhang Baotong 2018.2.10

Last year, when the peach blossoms were blooming, I met a beautiful woman here, and her beautiful face and the blooming peach blossoms set off each other, making her look very crimson. Today, after a year, I revisited the old place, and the shy face didn't know where it went, only the peach blossoms were still blooming in this warm spring breeze. At this time, it is inevitable that people will be sad and sad, and regret not being at the beginning. If Cui Hu had left that girl behind, he would not have left this eternal hatred.

The peach blossom will not miss the spring breeze, it has been waiting from summer to autumn, and from winter to spring. It knows that the spring breeze will pass through the season very quickly, so it will follow the spring and bloom in the wind. But will the spring breeze pass through the peach orchard of last year?

There is a kind of acquaintance and encounter called Lingxi, and there is a kind of reunion after a long absence called a meeting. But I don't know if the peach blossoms have a heart with the spring breeze, and I don't know if the spring breeze and the peach blossoms have an appointment. The sadness and sadness of the spring breeze that makes the peach blossoms still smile are green in the past life, and there is no appointment in the future life. Bamboo should be collected and you should not be collected, bamboo shoots should be kept by you, hydrangeas should be picked up by you, and sorrows should be picked up with empty hands.

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king. Listen to the broken strings, break the three thousand obsessions. Falling flowers are annihilated, and the wind ripples are annihilated.

Since then, how many red faces have been broken, and how many lovesickness has been broken. The love tragedy of Gao Jialin and Liu Qiaozhen in "Life" makes us feel a kind of heartbeat, but we can't love ourselves, things are not, people are not, everything is wrong, and the past is untraceable. In fact, which of us doesn't have this kind of peach blossom and still laughs at the joys and sorrows of the spring breeze?

The flowers are peerless and gorgeous, the flowers are sad and resentful, and we have also had several flowers blooming and falling in our hearts, drunk and fragrant. It's just because we missed the season that the spring breeze lost the fragrance of flowers. It's not that we don't know the coquettishness of flowers, it's not that we don't know the shyness of flowers. Instead, the spring flowers bloom and compete for beauty, making us dazzled and unable to see which one is the most beautiful. If you miss the spring breeze, you will miss the peach blossoms. In the garden where the spring breeze blows in the coming year, it will no longer be the flower scene of the year.

In the past, there was a tall building with a song and a night string, and there were dancing sleeves for the city and the country. The unbreakable mirror, the endless dream of the Red Mansion. Who doesn't yearn for the intoxicated beloved, who doesn't yearn for the beautiful scenery of drunken life and dreams? However, one finger passes by the year, a little frivolous, and then watch the flowers bloom and fall, leaving a place of sadness.

I don't know who in the world is waiting for me, and I don't know who I'm waiting for. The years are like water, the earth is barren, and the haze under the sky is your sadness or my sorrow? I am weaving a dream-like story with joy and melancholy, letting it fall like a peach blossom in the spring breeze of the passing years.

A flower withers and is barren for the whole spring. If you miss the peach blossoms, you won't miss the pear blossoms again. The skinny feeling of reality will make the ideal more plump. Missed seasons make memories shine like sunshine. If the heart does not move, the wind can help. If you are not hurt, the years will be fine. The flowers bloom, the leaves fall for a hundred years, send you a song, and people gather and disperse at the end of the song.

Our hearts and souls are like flowers, like fallen leaves, fluttering and falling in the spring breeze of thoughts. The unfulfillable tenderness and sweetness, like mellow rice wine brewing poignant and beautiful, this story is imprinted in our hearts and has become a classic of our lives.

The warmth and coldness of life depends on the temperature of the heart. In the rainy season, in the garden where spring goes to spring and returns, are the peach blossoms still blooming? Under the moon before the flower, it is like a stranger, and today next year, the end of the world is close at hand. What we miss is our youth, what we lose is our love, how can we not be desolate and sad?