February is coming to an end, and March is coming quietly. As the willow leaves sprout new buds, the weather gradually gets warmer, and spring is one step closer. After the New Year, everything has a new look, and things that have been silent in the bleak winter are eagerly waiting for another beautiful spring. Spring always gives people a beautiful vision. Whenever spring is mentioned, we will always think of beauty. Things like spring are warm, flowers bloom, and spring rain moistens everything. Yes, the beautiful spring always makes people linger and have endless aftertaste.
But after each new year, while we rejoice each other, we are also glad that we have grown up and matured as the years go by. However, the joy of looking forward to the Chinese New Year in my childhood is no longer there. Not only is there no more lucky money during the New Year, there is no longer such unscrupulous setting off of fireworks and firecrackers, the same scene of eating dumplings that one has been looking forward to for a long time is no longer there. ; We began to study outside, and we began to run around for a living, so we had more worries, more sorrows, joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and we began to stumble over and over again for our dreams that were about to be broken. ; In the dark night, we also begin to have insomnia, and we even feel hesitant. Qu Zi once said thousands of years ago that the road is long and long, just because the road is too far. We begin to hesitate, not knowing what we are doing. Where to go. Although the scenery along the way is beautiful, we have long lost the fun we had in the past. I remember that when I was a child, I often couldn't sleep at night. At that time, I was always used to looking at the dark night, and I couldn't count them. The finished stars, listening to grandpa telling the story of King Zhou of Shang and Daji; looking forward to the end of school every day, turning on the TV to watch Animation City and then Windmill when I get back, and every time at this time, I think in my heart that dad must not come back, because since I was a child My upbringing was very strict, and my father didn’t want me to waste my time on cartoons. Because of this, I always vowed to watch all the cartoons when I grow up. Now every time I think about myself, I feel It's funny, but while smiling, tears well up in the corners of my eyes, maybe it's because I'm starting to feel nostalgic.
Now, nearly twenty New Years have passed, and I have been wandering in several cities. I don’t know how many people have become a passing guest, or how many people have decorated their dreams. I don’t know which city I have left my footprints in, or which city has comforted me when I was suddenly desperate. However, no matter which strange city I am in, there will always be a street that I am familiar with. This street may have decorated my own. The dream may have moved me for a while, or it may have made me sad, or it may have made me remember it deeply, and sometimes it may have made me laugh at it. Who can tell clearly? Maybe we just passed by a certain city, and it was at that moment that I felt a little helpless and sad in my heart. I once envied a beautiful marriage, yearned for a beautiful and prosperous life, and longed for a high official. Wealth and honor were once dedicated to being in front of the nobles. They once wanted a lot, but now they are accepting the fact that they are coming one after another indifferently. After leaving the worldly life of indulgence and extravagance, Tao Gong once said that picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely Seeing Nanshan, maybe times have changed, and what has changed is not the society, but the calm, leisurely and calm attitude in the heart.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder, apart from our appearance, what has changed from spring to spring? How much of the childhood ideal of conquering life and changing the world is left? Even the craziness of "we fight all the way, not to change the world but not to be changed by the world" we can't avoid now. Spring after spring, we are missing We are restless, less arrogant and frivolous; spring after spring, we lose our appearance, innocence and innocence; spring after spring, we no longer make promises lightly, we begin to learn to listen; spring after spring , we learn to hide ourselves, and try to forgive all the bad things in this world; spring after spring, we learn to be grateful, because we owe the world, especially our parents, so much. In the past, we just asked for it and never thought about it. We wanted to repay the favor, until one day, we suddenly discovered that our parents’ black hair had been replaced by white hair, and there were more wrinkles on their faces...