Spring
Every spring, I always keep telling myself, from tomorrow on, to be stronger.

Every spring, I always keep telling myself, from tomorrow on, to be stronger.
This year the spring breeze is so casual to blow over, at this time, I still feel a wandering heart for many years, I will still say to a lonely fallen leaf, pick up a suit of sadness, don't always show the appearance of grief.
Sorrow worth mentioning, joy ALSO, I LIKE WINTER ESPECIALLY, LIKE TO LEAN AGAINST the WINDOW in that bleak and lonely season, alone aftertaste a few emotional experience, summarize the bit by bit in the cold wind.
Beautiful things always need to be interpreted with sorrow and regret, the most beautiful state in the world is the flower is not full moon is not full, some good memories are buried in the hard ice, some unforgettable emotions in the warm sun.
This winter I can not forget, is it gave me a kind of hope.
Sometimes a person sitting at the edge of the night, in the quiet spring night, the bottom of my heart will breed a little sadness, will envy the beautiful sky Xinghai, if you can one day take the moon ship that has long been dreaming, fly to the lover's side in time, I will let love come lingering some more gorgeous.
The evening of early spring is so calm and cool that it always makes me think about some propositions of spring unconsciously.
I know, the river of life has a cross flow of trenches and shoals, and the love of the sour, sweet, bitter and hot, perhaps the wind has changed some ideas of this world, why we encounter are some of the emotions, in the heavy traffic in the complex, often sprouting a lot of melancholy and helpless.
Some of the past grief, is collected in my diary yesterday, if some people in life, come and go, just some people will let you miss and miss for no reason.
And some people, when they come silent, when they go silent, go away, will not stir a ripple.
In the constant encounter, in the casual encounter, called the feelings of this thing will take advantage of the void, let your life finally have a little natural color, in the expectation that you will have mixed feelings, all the mood are melted into the deep sea like emotion.
Although all this has not happened before, all the past is not so good, those simple miss and miss, again and again will be in a hurry to flow of time indifferent, distant.
The scenery of the window, gradually in the spring morning light, revealing a trace of dawn, gradually this light will expand, the earth is gradually showing a happy smile, just at this time, I heard someone outside the window said: spring is coming.
Where life is discrete, and where to meet again, some people may not meet again after don't, but still stay in the heart, some people in the side but never approached the heart.
The world of human life is so big, how many people have how much love, how many parting sorrow, how much to be reunited, forgive me still in the tangle of the "reunion" in front of the thinking reunion.
Also have thought of in xitang, the portico a long loose there is a silver workshop, door that read "met", is that "thin shallow meet, to know each other, pale, unforgettable", seen it had moved, so firmly down, think about this life may also have so a person and so will I also met after all unforgettable, in this world more beautiful things too readily.




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