Falling flowers

Spring, "Wild Fang is fragrant and fragrant", summer, "Jia Muxiu and yin", autumn, "wind and cream high clean", winter, "water falls and stone out", this is called "four times in the mountains." In fact, not only is there such a beautiful view of the changing seasons in the mountains, the world is so beautiful, and the scenery of the four seasons is also a fragrant fragrance.

But while feeling the beauty of this beautiful, I don’t know if you are like me, I heard the flowers blossoming and falling, and the flowers are falling.

In the early spring, it is a love of a sly, and the flower bones are stained with dewdrops, ready to be released. Time goes on, the frozen cockroaches, the buds of the buds... until a spring thunder opens up, the rain rushes to wash the heavens and earth, washing the green color of the heavens and the earth. "Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening." The arrival of the rain is the prelude to the new life and the prelude of the early summer. In the rain, the flowers are fragrant, and the sound of the blooms is "咔嚓, 咔嚓".

Spring is coming, spring is coming, summer is coming, summer is going, autumn, only the wind "whistling" blowing, the leaves are flying all over the sky, mottled the memories of the past, the flowers fall, but they have made their lives. She has been here, and now she is leaving; does she have no regrets? Yes, but she will come again next spring, and then come to passers-by. She gave it to the world and left her traces.

When I was young, I heard my mother say, "Giving a rose, a hand has a fragrance", it is a kind of dedication. Now I want to come, it is this selfless giving that has made them eternal.

The flower is left behind, it is the trace of life to the world.

Second day: the wind is smooth