Chapter 39 smile spring breeze

In this door last year today, The peach blossoms on the human face are red; The human face does not know where to go, Love and be loved. This is a poem by Cui Hu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribing Capital Nanzhuang". When I was sorting out old photos today, this poem kept floating in my mind. The jujube and peach trees in the old house where I stood have been cut down, the former girlfriend has married, and the former friends have long since separated.For some photos, I even forgot where I stood and took them. Only when looking at old photos, seeing last year and today, human faces and peach blossoms, parting and reuniting, scattered and reunited, makes people feel more regretful about the passing of life.

Then every human face, every peach blossom is a time that cannot be returned! Fortunately, no matter how old the years are, no matter how many people are separated and separated, no matter how many betrayals and separations, the spring breeze is always there every year.The human face may be separated, and the peach blossom will wither. As long as we don't lose our smiling heart in the separation and withering, we can meet the spring breeze forever. Su Dongpo has two poems: "You must remember the good times of the year, it is the time of orange, yellow and orange." There are good times every year, it just depends on whether we can cherish them.

The spring breeze in the world is always there, what people lack is the spring breeze in their hearts and smiles. The spring breeze is always there.