when you go to Qiu Lai in spring, you will die.

Spring goes to Qiu Lai, autumn comes, the trees are withered, and there will be a time to be green again in the coming year; Winter has come, swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Spring has gone, plum blossoms have faded, and sometimes they bloom again. However, the fleeting time is thin and cool, and it is easy to throw people away. It is hard to have a good time, and the years are soaked, and the cherry is red and the banana is green. Overnight, once people get old, their years will be gone, and the next year will be gone, but peach blossoms will still smile in the spring breeze.

"Time is not really gone, it just disappears from our eyes, but turns to hide in our hearts, and then slowly changes our appearance. Therefore, no matter what setbacks you will encounter in the future, you must keep a heart of forgiveness and joy, so that when we meet again more than ten years later, I can easily recognize you from the crowd. "

this season, cold wind and cold rain are intertwined, so cold and cheerless. In the snowy world, snowflakes are flying freely, fluttering and spreading, and everywhere they go, they are stained with snow white, as if to show off the beauty of its noble Leng Yan to people. I don't know how many winters there will be in a person's life. I meet too many people in my life, and I live alone. Life is just a road, long or short, curved or straight. I advise you not to cherish the noble Jin Lu yi, I advise you must cherish the youth. Life is like walking at night, either let the body walk hard or let the soul swim noble, but in a cold winter, both the body and the soul should keep an upward posture and welcome the sunshine.

In the winter night, plum blossoms are fragrant, dreams travel thousands of miles with the wind, the past is endless, and several years come and go freely. Tonight, lend me a little light to see through the disguise under people's skin Life is like a play, and a song ends. The moved heart and the missed years are like the lost river, which can never be turned back.

every day, we travel thousands of miles without stopping, trying to hold on to the tail of time, but leaving loneliness behind, so that our thoughts slowly sprout. Time is running out, we bid farewell to yesterday, and some people still stay in love yesterday, waiting for you for nearly half a life. As you go further and further, they can't stop caring about you. They are like your parents and your friends.

Never come back in the prime of life, but it's hard to get up in the morning every day. Time and tide will never wait for anyone. Will you remember those beautiful things left behind? Don't let the dust of years cover your cheeks again; Will you remember those roads when they came? Don't let the attractive scenery on the roadside change direction again. An inch of time, an inch of life, we move from immature to mature, turn around and wave a hand to send away the youthful years. We are like a rose, we forget our fear in the middle of the night. The rose has thorns because it is beautiful and strong. Each of us has a flower on our mind. Although it rains day and night and our fate is impermanent, we still don't change our minds.

The most painful thing in life is not that you don't get the one you love, but that you don't get happiness all your life. Time keeps us going back and forth. One day, we are all old, and the familiar people are drifting away, slowly and step by step approaching the edge of heaven and hell, until we really step into the eternal separation between heaven and man.

We will all leave this world, sooner or later, who comes first and who comes later, which has already been doomed, and we only hope that this day will come later. We all have to go through that day, shuttling through the days when there is no lover, and the person we love the most is no longer around, but the thoughts are still unabated, but the tears are no longer so easy to droop, because the years of travel and dust have already taught people how to treat the vicissitudes of life peacefully.

yesterday is like yesterday, how good is yesterday?

when you go to Qiu Lai in spring, you will die.