If youth is like a cold wind, then I would like to be the first fallen leaf, find an angel who has never left, and say softly, thank you for your gentleness.
Mom, thank you for your gentleness. In those days when flowers bloom, time is a road of no return. Looking back, childhood is like an angel in the fog. I can't tell her face clearly, but I know that she is too beautiful to touch.
Touch. "Rice fields, sunshine, chasing frolicking; Put a paper boat by the river and shake it in the water; Dandelion, blown away, like snowflakes floating in the wind. " Childhood is like a light nursery rhyme, floating in Jiangnan water town.
In my memory, the flowers in the garden are always so charming; In my memory, the dawn of the morning is always so dreamy; In my memory, the woman who watered the flowers was always so gentle.
Mom, thank you for your gentleness, holding love and waiting quietly, only warming my winter. I don't remember when it started. I was still a sentimental teenager. Looking back now, it feels like rain fluttering on the glass.
Winding into a poem, gathering into a stream, ethereal as a dream. Yes! This is a dream season. At that time, I liked to sing some beautiful poems, write some painful words and do something so-called "personality". I often fantasize about the destination of leaves.
What is this? Maybe it will meet a sentimental woman like Daiyu and be buried in a hotbed of soil; Maybe it will turn into a tear and flow into a beautiful poem; Maybe it will land on a lonely windowsill and be lit by an old man.
Light collection ... at that time, my world was illusory and there was no simple beauty. I never thought that the destination of fallen leaves would always be the root.
Whose heart is tired in rebellious days? Whose face has grown old in the wayward years? The wind of years has blown away my ignorance, taken away my obsessed dreams, dyed your sideburns white and wrinkled your eyes. The only constant is your gentleness.
Mom, thank you for your gentleness. When leaves take root, people's emotions are subtle, and no matter how big the change is, it may be an instant. When did you get tired of those obscure and flashy words, and when did you discard the waves?
When did you think of cherishing the tenderness neglected in the psychedelic world? Maybe this is just an accidental moment ... I suddenly remembered that sentence: "Missing is forever", and I was a little scared, but when I saw it, I was still as usual.
When I smile warmly, I know that no matter how far I go, this situation will not change, and the fallen leaves will always return to their roots.
Life is like a dream, dreams are like life. Who says not? The end of life may be far away from me, but who can say that decades are not like a flick of a finger? What will happen in the future? I don't know or think about it. The only certainty is that your tenderness will last forever.
Mom, thank you for your gentleness, and thank you for the angel's persistence!
Landlord, I typed it from my own composition book, which was very hard.