Cut an old-time, dark fragrance blooming

　　"When the petals leave the flowers, the dark fragrance remains, the fragrance disappears after the wind and rain, no one comes to smell" suddenly hearing the song "Dark Fragrance" by Sha Baoliang, it seems that the fragrance drenches the whole room. I am so fascinated by the scent, inhaling the taste of flowers, exhaling the endless fragrance. A gentle flow, infinite style, drifting, is fragrant, is fragrant, it will never get lost in my time.

　　The old stuff is extremely good. Students like to write letters, just today letters seem to have long been forgotten, those old memories, gently covered by dust, once the end of the pen blotted the pen, confessing the heart of the time. Now read, as if to smell the fragrance of the depths of time, a small ink flower haloed the corners of the eyes, eyebrows, is soaring youth, ignorance of youthful frivolity, this can not take away the youth, beautiful and sad.

　　The fact is that you will be able to get a good deal of time together with your mother. The last few years of my mother's life were spent in the hospital because of her poor health, but every moment I spent with her was warm and beautiful. Four years ago, my mother left this world and me. Life is so fragile, passing away and parting, old emotions that come and go like water at a certain moment of the year. The water is flowing, the clouds are going, the gathering and dispersal are sometimes, do not covet a lifetime, this ride with you is lucky. That is the long-lasting in my blood permeate, forever in my heart, in my life.

　　The time is so not used, and soon I became a mother, I know deeply, such love, without any conditions attached, not because of the destruction of all things and change. I just want to guard the old days when blood was thicker than water, even if the years of greatness will scratch the face, I believe everything is the best arrangement. The time is infinitely gentle, when the water is carrying the old past, standing at this end of time, looking at the other end of time, everything becomes clear. The old days of spring and autumn, joy or sadness, time cellar, all the love and affection in the flow of light man volume, the living color of the mind exists.

　　The old wall of memories, occasionally relies on, yellow flowers always bloom undefeated, all hoarded down the sound of wind and rain, the sky is clear and cloudy, are compassionate. The time no matter how far you go, no matter how old, with tears, accompanied by confusion, read page after page, has always been, gently touch, let the heart warm and soft. The old time was kneaded into the folds of the years, hidden in the gutters of the mind, until Shaohua is far away, only to know that the road taken can not be turned back, missed can not be retained, and the years repeatedly hand to hand, the vicissitudes of becoming stronger.

　　Yes, the fate of the broken branch can not be stopped. The world's life is unbearable, the years will be late easy to lose, listen to a few songs, describe a few eyebrows, it will grow old. No matter how gloomy the sky is, there will always be a few rays of sunshine, there will always be a few dark fragrances, warming the body and mind, nourishing the soul. The fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time, and they've been in the business a long time.

　　The old friend, rambling about the old story, trying to find the trace of the past, but gradually understanding the years, understand the time. The last-ditch, wind, and rain, also decorated my dream, also considered a good word, a beautiful volume, I would like to remember some of the old times, there is a breeze, there are clouds, there is the dew evening sun, I am sure that the bright things are always in. I am not sure if I can say a word, but after a hundred and one turns, my mind is awakened again, and it blossoms quietly in an inch of laughter.

　　The only thing I can do is to use a thin pen to cut a piece of old time, to cut out the hustle and bustle of the world, to cut out the day-to-day hustle and bustle. The only thing you need to do is to cherish the time that you have at your fingertips, be a humble believer on your pilgrimage, listen to the rainfall, smell the flowers, to plant a flower field in your heart, and the butterflies will come, the depths of your heart have a wide world. The old times are unforgettable, the good and the bad are hidden one by one, not to let down every inch of time, will be full of flowers, Ying dark fragrance full of sleeves.