? Life is like a tree with flowers blooming

The road in the world of mortals is long, how many joys can there be?

Stare at the years and cut out a piece of memory,

< p> Enjoy the joy and warmth of life with you.

In this life, you are enough,

A tree and flowers bloom every moment.

I know that the blooming and fading of flowers is a natural law.

The beginning of nature has a deep meaning of beauty.

Winter is gone and spring is coming, the spring girl in February days

Blow away the little cold left by winter,

The greenery begins to sprout,

Everything is full of vitality and hope.

Love is the most beautiful April day in the world,

Life is love.

The spring breeze blows a tree with flowers in bloom,

Life is a tree with flowers in bloom,

either quiet or passionate,

or lonely Or dazzling.

The days,

are getting thicker and thicker in the annual rings of the years,

Those innocent, jumping, or contemplative souls,

In the midst of the bustling and hustle and bustle,

is engraved with deep and shallow marks, thick or light.

Quietly walking through a period of decadence,

Feeling the warm breeze of the soul.

It is always my thoughts that cannot be calmed.

Those who stay and those who leave,

What kind of life have been interpreted and understood? Meaning?

A tree with flowers in bloom is always beautiful.

The beauty of life includes both the beginning and the process in between.

Be able to leave calmly like a tree of flowers blooming beautifully,

No matter what kind of struggle or struggle there is,

Be able to know how to adapt to nature Just beautiful.

I like the beauty that is so light to the extreme,

neither impatient nor impatient, nor warm nor fiery,

the steps are soothing and orderly;

A slight smile full of affection,

A few thoughts and actions in the dust.

Quietly watch the flowers blossom and fade in the depths of time.

Although they have gone through many vicissitudes of life,

the smile is still as warm as before.

The smile of a tree with flowers blooming floats in my heart,

It gives more than just beauty.

The beginning of smiling,

The process of smiling,

That is its true meaning.

Give life a reason to smile,

Don’t let your heart carry too much weight;

Give yourself a way to keep warm,

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Search with the obsession of the wind,

Use the tranquility of the lotus,

With a smile,

Polish the years into the most beautiful branches of life scenery.

If there is a peach blossom garden in the heart,

Where is it but between the water and the clouds?

The world smiles,

Let that place be quiet and shallow of Enron.

Time is like a white horse passing by.

It passes with a finger, ups and downs;

In the vast expanse, clouds roll and relax.

Life is like a tree blooming,

either passionate or lonely.

In life,

there are always some embarrassing gaps.

Some people make you care about them,

but you cannot stay with them. ;

Some things make you envious,

but you cannot have them;

Some things you miss make you miss them,

but you will regret them all your life.

I always want to find a mountain forest,

A quiet life briefly describes the years;

I always want to borrow some days,

Sowing sunflowers Warmth,

Plant the petals of sunshine.

Flowers in spring and moon in autumn, fireflies in summer and snow in winter,

Live peacefully with a peaceful mind.

As the years pass,

through the temperature of the fingertips,

I hope that the years will be peaceful,

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You will find that

as we live,

warmth has always been a pulling force;

ride the waves in the ocean of life ,

At the end of the cloud sail, looking back,

Everywhere is a unique cave.

On the days when the flowers bloomed,

I walked through the flowers,

and saw all the colorful flowers in full bloom;

The leaves When falling,

once stepped on the red and yellow mottled memories,

looking for the lost time.

As time goes by,

turns around,

It turns out that I have never lost myself,

I just make time quieter,

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Treat the past and stop asking questions.

I remember when the peach blossoms bloomed in previous years,

they always bloomed before my eyes.

A slight sense of surprise filled my heart.

The quiet beauty of the old moonlight fell in my eyes and in my dreams.

Just like the passing time,

sinking in a certain fault,

just a slight tick,

Those things that have been sealed for a long time The long-lasting mood,

flows slowly like water,

like the warmth of sake.

A small cup,

the taste is lingering.

Life,

was originally a tree with flowers blooming,

either quiet or bright.

I am used to being in the depths of my memory,

Picking up the past that seems familiar, large and small,

Those who cried and laughed,

< p> All penetrate into the bone marrow inadvertently.

Life is like a tree blooming.

Those petals dripping with dewdrops,

stained with the body temperature of the sun,

the endless sound of water flows in the blue eyes.

In this world,

not everything is in line with imagination,

Sometimes,

mountains are the story of water,

Clouds are the story of the wind;

Sometimes,

the stars are not the story of the night,

love is not the story of love.

Life,

was originally a vicissitudes of life,

but, looking back,

the harshness of the world has turned into bitterness, sourness and sweetness .

Life is like the blossoming of flowers on a tree.

In reincarnation,

I still have to guard it stubbornly.

That A quiet place;

I still want to be that tender virgin,

meditating on the lotus,

not singing the elegy of the years,

only leaving With clear eyes,

went to the invitation of rose dew.

Who said butterflies cannot fly across the sea?

As long as there is an expectation in the heart,

As long as the hard work accumulates over time,

unremittingly along the sunshine and rain The earth flies,

There will be spring and flowers blooming on the other side.

The wind of memory,

is a drop of tear as clear as a cicada's wing,

with a light touch, it will penetrate into the feelings of orchid.

The wind of memory,

is like a tree with flowers blooming,

Those days when flowers bloom and rain falls,

will always be in life The most beautiful period of time,

is engraved on the title page of my heart and will never be forgotten.

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Sing all the complicated and confusing songs of happiness, and smile with tears in the passing years.

The flowers bloomed on each tree,

When the wind passed by,

the fine petals were piled at my feet,

Calm and calm.

I think, no matter how beautiful the life is, it is just like this.

The trees are in bloom,

Purple alfalfa,

Colorful dianthus,

The gorgeous scenery is beautiful on the roadside,

The openness of silence.

They raised their heads accidentally,

One or two white clouds moved over lightly,

covering them with a big sun umbrella.

I wear a sunny smile,

Listen to the most touching notes in life,

Some full plots are like butterfly wings,

< p> Rising and falling on the sparkling sea.