A tree blossom, a tree flower falls tree. A day earlier, every tree litchi flowers yellow leaves of green building. After wind and rain fell to a flourishing, fell a melancholy. Don't know how many flowers can form fruit, also don't know how many fruit can eventually mature. Just the annual cycle, open thanks. The person's mood also so, a DuanRuJin, embroidery, under a splendid DuanRuMian, weave ". A small book, a bouquet of flowers, a path, a mood.
Plants such as poetry, feelings picturesque, without words, heart such as poetry and shallow sea, a washing all empty.
It seems, this April go quickly. In the words of son: time flies ah, haven't feel already is may. Back to the trip to the country, suddenly found that long ago all kinds of flowers bloom efforts, but it has quietly fade. Flower is welcome, this is the natural law, but always cannot help but had some light of sorrow. Perhaps, deep wanted to keep is not only the flowers, but are permanent life.
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