With the ink marks of "The light shirt tries the first branch, the warm mist is light and clear in the distance. The willow eyes slowly open, revealing a sleepy mood, while the plum blossoms gradually fill the dimness." slowly drying on this paper, the shadow of winter has also disappeared. But at this moment, the sound of birdsong is resounding, and I am excitedly thinking about which song can best express the joy in my heart. The little bird of the plum blossom feels that it is already sitting in the small courtyard, where the graceful spring is, and it doesn't need any words or descriptions. Just being filled with joy and greeting her is enough. Perhaps when encountering the fate that has already been written, in the end, there is no need to think too much or worry too much. Just walk with peace of mind and laugh with joy, without the need for any speculation or worries. Just think, the spring sunshine and moonlight, aren't they just like this, coming naturally.
It should be like this, it is clear and pure like this, thinking that the flowing silver of this white shadow often clears the snow in this long night, where is there any intention to write poems or beautiful words. Generally, at this time, the longing and anticipation in this window are deep and thoughtful, which is the thought in my heart. It is also like this, it should be like this, quietly and suddenly gone like this, thinking that the desolate eyebrows often want to delay this autumn courtyard, where is there any need for many love words or colorful silk to stay for a while. Generally, thinking that the fallen leaves on these steps also have the intention to bid farewell and say goodbye, it is the thought in the dream.
At this moment, I can clearly see the outline of this gathering and dispersing. It goes without saying that it is embarrassing, and the more I see it, the more I walk, the more I feel that the past is difficult to express and the dream is difficult to say, not pitiful, but fortunate.
Thinking about it, if I had never stepped into the autumn courtyard of "Tears ask the flowers, but the flowers remain silent, and the scattered red flies over the swing." If I had never experienced the romance of "The night has passed, and the eastern window is still dark with the remaining moonlight," if I had never unintentionally felt the sadness and desolation of "The lonely mansion closed in the spring cold, the oriole's song in the setting sun," generally, at this time, in this warm and gentle early spring, it is probably just an ordinary shadow, and there is no need to think about how to pity, let alone how much hatred and abuse this fate has endured.
And now, when I think of the phrase "The past is like this," I no longer feel the deep sadness that I felt when I was with Gongbo Yu. Instead, I feel more and more joyful. What has gone is like the flowing water in the east, unstoppable and unstoppable. Even if it is as sad as "Longing for a long time, the distant water and lonely clouds," it is difficult to teach the returning swallows to be familiar shadows. Just think that the flying snow has already disappeared, and at this time, the spring sunshine is already spreading in this study and by my side, still slowly walking. I don't know how to describe it, but thinking about the arrival of spring at this time, it should be the joyful and smiling face of the Mei Hua Que Er, who sings the second song of pearls, rather than the gloomy and melancholy appearance of the autumn gentleman. That sad and worried expression.
If it is because of the disappearance that has made the bubble also feel like a dream, and let the eagerly anticipated eyebrows frown deeply and often, generally, this sad poem and the sad words will slowly and gradually fade away, and even the hope of something bright will also fade away.
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