Recalling the Past, Only Wishing for Spring's Return and Reunion
Spending time in the season, playing a delicate melody, reciting a slow verse, and feeling the passing of years like flowing water,Clouds rolling and unfolding, flowers blooming and withering, always make one feel saddened, especially in this season,Maple leaves falling on the stone path, along with a few petals, are just like a timeless painting,The flowing water striking the pebbles on the shore, bloomed a pure white lotus,Holding a friend's hand, stepping on the fallen petals, we unconsciously slowed down our pace,Gently feeling the faint smell of earth, so the tense bodies of several days slightly relaxed,Lost in this painting momentarily, immersed in it, unable to extricate oneself,Unlike the gloomy weather in recent days, when looking up, the silhouettes of distant mountains and stones are becoming clearer,It's as if you've entered the meticulous paintings of the Tang Dynasty masters, while the nearby vegetation is shrouded in mist, appearing exceptionally illusory and dreamy,Suddenly remembered the cloud-covered mountain roads we walked through in childhood, but upon looking back, time has long passed,The flowing river has long forgotten its former tumultuous flow, only gently creating waves,Saying goodbye to this season, the wind carries a slight chill, but doesn't feel cold, but rather refreshing,Walking on the road, friends often bend down to pick up fallen leaves, and occasionally pick flowers that have not fallen, holding them in their hands,I wanted to ask about it, but seeing her focused expression, I ultimately couldn't say a word,The small boat on the water hasn't started, only the blurry fishing boats floating on the water's surface,She leaned against the railing, letting the wind spread her long hair,Then she turned around and tore petals one by one, throwing them into the water,With the rising and falling waves, beautiful patterns were formed,Occasionally, the wind blows, looking at the petals that have drifted away with the water and are gradually disappearing, we haven't spoken for a long time,I shouldn't have thrown the petals into the water, piece by piece separating them, appreciating their beauty for a moment, but leaving tears in my heart,Thinking about it carefully, this is just the nature of human beings, ups and downs, sorrowful and uneasy,The rotation of the four seasons can always evoke a special sense of nostalgia and longing,The genuine affections of youth, still exist, but are very distant,Regarding those distant sorrows and memories, with the gentle breeze, seem to have faded away,
