Hello, spring lyric prose

20 12, February 14 in the solar calendar, the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival has gradually drifted away with the gorgeous fireworks over the city. I always thought that I would say goodbye to the severe winter after the festival, but the warmth and coldness of the ancient city is still as unpredictable as the mind of a newborn baby. The repeated alternation of moodiness seems to announce the late arrival of this spring. But I'm still not used to such changes. I've been looking forward to going out to see spring, so I have to run aground.

In the afternoon, I met a friend who is an editor in the forum. It's been a long time, and we talked a lot. It seems that the pressures and burdens in our lives often make each other unable to cope. Fortunately, I am still a person. Facing the career choice and future, I changed my mind whether to go or stay. Friends are hard, life is small, and there is a job that has been dedicated for several years. It's really hard to talk about change. Although in the forum under the banyan tree a long time ago, everyone recommended reading such a short story together and understood some of its meanings, it seems difficult to make every independent person make up his mind to make a choice and change himself in the face of reality. Later, a junior in the university also recommended reading. After reading it several times, I got different results. I am very grateful.

Change, sometimes, is not just two words, just an idea, phoenix nirvana, reborn from the ashes. Many people either can't make it to the end, or they can't give up the peace in front of them and sail their ideal ship into the sea again to fight again. When people reach middle age, it seems hard to think about gambling any more. So how many things, while we are still young, to do, to struggle, or to succeed or fail, the world will always give an explanation. God will never fail your efforts. Many people know Yu, but how many people know Yu's growing experience with New Oriental? We often see a person's glamorous present, but we can't understand the pain and suffering he suffered in that ghostly era. It is thousands of blows and disappointments that have honed the indomitable spirit and determination to find hope in despair! 1980 The times we live in may be too good. Well, it seems to be full of opportunities, and you can grasp happiness as soon as you reach out. It seems too bad again. To make matters worse, we are like bees on the window, trapped in a difficult situation, with a hardworking heart and a bright future, but we can't find our way out in this increasingly competitive world. I don't know whether our education misled us or whether we can't adapt ourselves to the changing world. But I have always believed that spring is a season to sow dreams and give myself new hope. Because we are young, we have nothing; And because we are young, we have everything. Change yourself and get more and better cheese. There is no way out of the window. You can fly away from it and look for it again. Perhaps through the darkness, it is a new road, even if it is only a narrow hole, it is also hope! Through the pain, you have the outside world! I'm afraid we are used to looking at the window, so we spend our whole lives waiting for the window to become a door and open it.

I often think that people will die one day, but it is because life is limited that there can be happiness and sadness. The simplicity of happiness is that you can let go of yesterday's sadness, give happiness to those in need, encourage them to move forward with you, warm each other and find a way out and a future. The feelings in this world, don't wait until the boiling water overflows, and only when it hurts can you let go. It's hard for yourself, it's hard to disappoint others, it's hard to bring anything to people who care about you, and it's even worth hurting relatives and friends. There is no need to delve into some things, as long as you know it is for your own good. Some people don't understand, as long as you know it won't hurt you. Some of the past, not to mention unforgettable, is there, can't go back, can't change, just be calm. Knowing how to love yourself and care for your relatives and friends, today, tomorrow and every day after that, this is the happiness of living in the present!

In fact, it is mentioned in many texts that I have always liked my hometown, a simple and simple life, and a place where people feel peaceful. Every spring, there are abundant plants on both sides of the winding mountain road, and occasionally one or two plants bloom. There are two or three families not far away, and the old people will sit quietly under the eaves. The bird on the mountain is singing an unknown song. Green spring buds, with soft hearts, stand with me in the wind. Mother likes planting flowers very much, so she used to plant flowers with her every spring, and then she still had to plant a small tree in the small garden, but the wish of planting trees was to blossom and bear fruit. Up to now, I can't find any signs that they are going to blossom and bear fruit except that they are a little taller and lush. They stand in the wind, in the sunshine and in my eyes every day. It seems that there is no rotation of the four seasons, neither happy nor sad. However, when I went to Wang Shunshan that year, the lilies I brought back from my friend's house were brighter and more energetic every year.

This simple life, after several years, is still out of season. I don't know if it is the change of this season, is it a step late or a step late? Still want to stand in this slightly chilly wind and say to you: hello, spring!

If you are well, it will be sunny. This sentence was written by Zhang Ailing to Hu Lancheng many years ago. Maybe she always thought it would be decided by life, but how could she know that if life is only the first time, there is no need to draw a fan in the autumn wind. Things are impermanent, people are at work, or perhaps these many reasons have nothing to do with love, or maybe ordinary people think too much and talk too much. It's just that my feelings for such a strange girl, although not as warm and romantic as Lin's heart, are even more unforgettable!

On a special day, I finally said something related to love. Flowers bloom every year, crops are planted every year, but the person who buried the flowers is gone, and I won't meet you in spring;

On this day last year, in this door,

Peach blossoms set each other off in red;

People don't know where to go,

Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Since the Tang Dynasty, Cui Hu's poems about Nanzhuang, a suburb of Chang 'an, are still there, but it is hard to find an old friend. There is a spring dynasty every year, and love stories are hard to return. Might as well sigh on behalf of the ancients: hello, spring! Remembering the lost years of you and me.