Broken de wings (pen name)

In spring, the rain falls silently; In summer, the water is silent; In autumn, the flowers are silent; In winter, the snow floats without interest. With these four seasons as the background, life begins with time.

First, it's raining.

Once upon a time, lying in front of the window, I thought that time was like a sunset, slow and beautiful, and the sky of life was smiling, beautiful and gorgeous. When the sun really sets, the sky loses its luster at this moment. The smile of life is only related to time. As time goes by, life comes to an end.

But that life and smile are quietly solidified, time is infiltrating, and the smile overflows on the lips.

Now I just feel that time flies, the dust is flying, and countless dirt and debris are like endless memories.

Always, so unconsciously began to miss the past, there are many dreams in my mind, whispering in my ear, whose voice is it, which involves wisps of thoughts. Isn't it, I used to be used to being with each other; Are you going too far now? Why else would I miss you so much? However, can you do it without forgetting? Please remember, I've always been here, and words are the most authentic recorder.

W, I'm used to smiling and remembering the stories you told, but they are so true across the distant time and space. Close your eyes, it seems that you can reach out and touch your face.

Life, like this, is always full of joys and sorrows, weak in heart, and always can't stand beating. When this sour and sweet rain falls, we will be stronger. Although people all have worldly desires, no matter how strong they are, they will feel heartache. Even if too many things are hard to give up and have to leave, at least we can face life with a smile.

Second, water flow.

They say that time flies as fast as water, but the water never stops and time is a bit like a parabola. Walking a few steps to the top of the mountain, the remaining footprints are just desolate.

The vertex of this parabola should be the youth in the eyes of the world! This youth is like a flying spray, and then falls. Come hard, go in a hurry. As a result, the "post-90 s" diaosi before the rain bred loneliness, helplessness and pain. But in any case, the road still has to go on, complaining, just throwing a few stones into the water, still can't change the direction and speed of the water.

Nevertheless, young children are never willing to be silent, whether it is bright happiness or bright sadness, whether it is sharp-edged publicity or gentle fluttering, they are trying to leave their mark on this world. However, a few small bubbles spit out by a small fish can't affect the tranquility of the water surface at all.

Time flies like water and flows away with a clear conscience. All we can do is work hard. You can only work hard and try again. Hard work is a waste of time, not only because of hard work, but also because no one knows it after walking for a long time. But it is also true that almost everyone can only see the water on the ground, and few people notice that there is water underground, working hard hopefully and smiling without giving up.

Efforts may not be successful, but there is absolutely no chance without efforts.

Face life with a smile and tell yourself that youth is the greatest capital!

Third, the flowers have withered.

Lu Fangweng said that the dead plum blossom "scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrant as ever"; Li Qingzhao looked at the fallen flowers in late spring and only sighed that "things are not exhausted, tears flow first"; In the face of parting, Liu Changqing sang a beautiful sentence, "You can't see the wet clothes, but you can't hear the idle flowers when you fall to the ground". Wind, flowers, snow and moon have been the objects of literati chanting since ancient times. What's more, spring is coming and flowers are blooming; When autumn comes, flowers will wither

Where there are flowers, there are withered flowers. Just as there is gathering, there must be parting. Why is all the prosperity scattered, leaving only ashes? Even if "fallen flowers are not heartless things, they are more protected by turning into spring mud", after all, the flowers have withered, thanked and disappeared. Who will remember that there was such a flower?

When I was in primary school, I would make a sentence like this: When spring comes, flowers raise their smiling faces. Gently stroking the warm petals, secretly wondering: Is this flower a smiling soul? She always smiles and tries to smile, even if no one pays attention, even if it is only for a few minutes, even if she risks breaking her waist. The world gave her little, but she loved the world, so she chose a smile, the fragrance of a smile.

Where there are flowers, there are withered flowers. It is faint, but there is no sigh. I heard that there is a kind of flower called Yimi, which grows on the Gobi Desert in Africa. It usually takes six years to take root, sprout and sprout. Unfortunately, its flowering period is only two days. Two days later, the fragrance disappeared. I don't know, and I dare not imagine, how many tests that little one meter has endured in loneliness. All she knows is that since she's here, she has to face life with a smile.

Try to smile like a flower. Today's struggle and suffering will eventually become the brightest smile tomorrow.

Remember: smile at life.

Fourth, it's snowing.

Snow, clear and cool, milky white and simple, falls in a very beautiful way. I can't remember how long I haven't insisted on this habit-every winter when the first snow falls, I always wrap a small jar of snow, wrap it tightly with cloth, hide it on the balcony and put it in a corner that I think is safe and secret, thinking that I cherish this winter.

When it snows, winter comes. Then this year is over, at this moment when the world is as white as heaven.

When I was a child, when I saw snow, I would say that snow is the quilt of underground seeds, the comfort of dead branches and the hats of high and low houses. Too much snow has been given. Some people walk in the snow, some people make trouble in the snow, and some people enjoy it. As soon as she came, a quiet and cheerful mood came, like sugar, which sprinkled into my heart and made people smile gently.

When the sky slowly opened its bright eyes to peep at the world, the snow on the ground began to smile, facing the golden sun, sometimes sipping its mouth and sometimes showing its little golden teeth.

Wind, snow dance, snow floating, snow falling, smile and walk the road of this life. She came quietly with a bright smile; She left quietly again, leaving a glittering and translucent smile. From snow to water, her life has never left a smile. What if it disappears? She is so beautiful here.

Facing life with a smile is an elegant beauty.

Keep it in mind: face life with a smile, when the rain clears, when the water gurgles, like flowers and snow, always smile. Even if you have experienced pain, even if you really care about it, even if your eyes shed a lot of tears, please put a big smile on your lips when you are quiet. After all, tomorrow is another day.