Strolling through the kitchen smoke, the years are fragrant, and flowers bloom and fall. Sometimes, people come and go.

time, light gathering, wind passing through the sunset, fleeting time, flowers blooming in the room, flowing water taking away sorrow.

The fleeting time is hasty, and the year is in a hurry. The mighty spring affair outside the window comes to an end silently. The noisy flowers on the branches gradually wither, giving spring breeze, flowing water and hurried years.

Sometimes flowers bloom, but they never last. Just like those old friends who have no time to say goodbye or feel sad, they hide in the depths of the streamer, and there is no intersection from now on.

Flowers bloom and fall, regardless of the meaning of the tree; People come and go, regardless of the dust heart.

Although we hate each other, we will meet for a certain period of time. In the best golden years, I wish you unexpected warmth and endless hope.

1. Flowers bloom with fate, and flowers fall at will

Slowly, the spring days are long, and the prostitutes are silent and busy. No one sees the peach blossom falling, but only smells the fragrance of the water.

The trees are full of branches, and where the flowers fall, it's April on earth, and spring will be dusk.

Flowers bloom, flowers fall, spring comes and spring goes, which are the inevitable results in the cycle of time.

Only this spring, every blooming flower falls into the tenderness of the spring breeze; Every spring affair is dotted with that pale time.

Think of Yuan Mei's "Moss":

Daylight is not everywhere, but youth just comes. Moss flowers are as small as rice, but they also bloom like peonies.

A small moss flower, which blooms in an unknown corner in the spring breeze, is unremarkable, not stunning, and can't be a moment of prosperity, but it still strives to blossom and dye this spring scenery.

Ordinary you and me, drifting in a lonely city, live humbly and proudly, not seeking amazing time, but wishing to warm the years and be fragrant and full of sleeves.

Wu Guanzhong's Spring is like a thread: light is like a thread, rain is like a thread, streams are like a thread, and willows are like a thread. The needle and thread of spring are closely intertwined, and the wind is its jade hand, embroidering my figure in the spring scenery.

Put pen to paper, briefly describe the fleeting time, write about a pair of swallows returning in spring, draw a white river to practice running water, pull a window with green hills like a daisy, dye a thin wall with colors, draw a bunch of sunshine, wrap around the moonlight, and leave the spring scenery in the world.

The sunlight shakes the window, birds sing branches, wild flowers hide the road, clear springs climb over the rocks, the wind comes over the fence, the moon climbs the vine, and a light tea fills the mountains.

Flowers bloom with fate, but flowers fall without sadness. In the spring scenery, you can see its beautiful scenery once and for all. In the endless years, be the best you can be.

2. Flowers are blooming, but leaves don't touch clothes.

Gu Cheng: You said that you don't like to grow flowers, because you are afraid to see them fall off one by one, so in order to avoid the end of everything, you refused all the beginnings.

The vegetation in the world is always endowed with too much affection, whether it's colorful flowers, butterflies dancing, residual water in residual mountains and withered grass, it has its own charm and affection.

I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes and flew over the swing. Flowers are feelings of loss.

no sad songs for me, I don't know when flowers fall and people die! Flowers are a lonely and self-pitying beauty.

long ditch Ryutsuki goes silent. In the thin shadow of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn. Flowers are a dream of the world of mortals, and the years are old.

Falling flowers and clothes are always a melancholy. It's better to pass among flowers, not to provoke a leaf, but to be the casual flower-watcher, forgetting the opportunity, and letting flowers bloom and wither with the heart, and gathering and parting come and go as fate pleases.

no one can avoid the world and water ideas, and no flower can escape the cold wind and the rain.

The four seasons, the time on earth, or the scorching heat, or cool thin, how many scenery are forgotten in a flash; How many personnel, each west and east.

3. Life is a practice.

You have to accept the sudden loss, spilled milk, lost wallet, lost lover, broken friendship and so on, and then learn to be strong. If you lose everything, stop crying.

The fleeting flowers bloom and thank, and when they thank, they bloom again. As the years go on, there are both sadness and happiness. Keeping the original heart, clear and indisputable, plain and affectionate, cooking a pot of old tea under the eaves of the years, watching the beauty of the world, time is leisurely and quiet.

Life is a practice, from gorgeous to simple, from profound to light, from vicissitudes to unfamiliarity, and from wind and rain to never abandon.

it's late in spring, and the breeze blows, and the whole path is red, which is so beautiful that it hurts people. In this desolate landscape, it seems that all the melancholy is poetic.

when prosperity is exhausted, it is always endless loneliness; After the spring glory, there will be autumn fading. As time flies, I never want to stay for anyone for a moment.

Life is long, and the years are fleeting. There are always people who come and go. There are always some people who are near and far away; There are always some feelings, deep and strong; There is always some love, deep into the heart and deep into the bone.

Pro-Yi Qing Ci, covered with red falling flowers, counts the lines of fleeting years, and among the swaying flowers, there are the years that have passed without trace, the years of hit the floor.

Walking in the kitchen smoke, time flies and fragrance grows. Sometimes, people come and go. May you have unexpected warmth and endless hope.