The best life is full, and flowers are not in full bloom.

? The best life is full, and the flowers are not full of money.

Tan Yun: Half-blooming, slightly drunk. This is very interesting. If people are complacent, it is difficult to make progress, and if they are dissatisfied, it is difficult to meet their needs. When the water is full, it will overflow, and when the moon is full, it will lose money. This is the way of nature and the principle of life. ~ ~ inscription

Twenty-four solar terms: "In mid-April, things are small and full." Xiaoman, one of the 24 solar terms, is the second solar term in summer.

Small fullness, small fullness, wheat is getting fuller and fuller. Not only does it mean that the wheat in the north is full, but it also means that the rain in the south is abundant. At this time, the temperature rises, the precipitation increases, the sunshine is sufficient, and the wheat matures gradually. It seems that the ears of wheat are full and fragrant, but they are not yet mature, so they are called xiaoman. Although the word xiaoman is a solar term, it is also clever to use it as a metaphor for people.

In retrospect, those memories left in a corner have already disappeared without a trace with the passage of time. It turns out that time is so silently flowing. Let the young life find the true meaning of life in the sentences about the passage of time, and chase the mottled traces shed by the years.

This spring has passed quietly, and this spring has passed without chaos. There is cultivation, sowing and harvest, and more importantly, peace of mind.

Since I joined China Education News, I have read and disassembled a professional book every week. Knowing my own shortcomings and shortcomings, my writing has naturally become more and more relaxed. At the same time, I also met many outstanding colleagues from all over the country. Reading professional books attracted my heart. I continued to walk on the road of reading and writing, knowing that there were thorns on the way forward, and I always believed that my own flowers would bloom.

On the way to writing, I got a large-scale China Education Newspaper on the paper for the first time. Although there are only a few words, my writing enthusiasm has been ignited again. Good news spread frequently. In May, I was thrown an olive branch by Henan Youth Association. I turned over my articles and counted every article, every paragraph and every word that I wrote. Nearly 370,000 words and more than 300 articles were moved by my persistence and waiting. The days passed quietly in the dull, and my young mind was moved by these little surprises every day, no longer afraid of age, no longer afraid of the arrival of the fortieth birthday, and accepted the natural scenery of life with joy.

Yes, how much I miss being a child, how much I miss being a child, how much we are eager to grow up and escape from the care of our parents when we were young; Eager to find a world of their own; Longing for a person in the world, a person in the crowd, a person in the wind, frost, rain and snow; Eager to enjoy the life immersed in nature to the fullest. ...

In the young and frivolous eyes, the winding path is full of words and punctuation, and I am obsessed all the way, trying to understand the philosophy and true meaning of love; In my heart, the lush grass is full of romantic notes and petals, and I am working hard and persistently to find and work hard for the fullness and maturity of my soul.

I met him on that warm winter afternoon. The next day, I occasionally feel that I am too hesitant and too slow to leave my sadness, especially the contradictory lock has locked my heart for too long. Meetings are more than just parties. After a short and sweet get-together, it is a long and bitter expectation that the next get-together moment will come as soon as possible. He said I was too sentimental. He said I was too sentimental. He didn't know that the moment I turned around, my heart had gone with him.

We have had and lost, we have been fanatical and calm, but we have no reason to indulge ourselves and imprison ourselves, because we still have breathing, dreams and many unfinished agreements!

I used to wait for the years quietly, and I used to stand silently in the snow looking forward to spring. Looking forward to the arrival of summer, I am not alone. I think of his bright and clear eyes and his faint words wrapped around my ears, so I am no longer lonely.

At the moment when the end of the season and the beginning of the season alternate, the gas fields of heaven and earth merge together. In turn, we hurried through another beautiful spring. This spring has passed so flatly. Year after year, the flowers are similar year after year. Every year, we move from naivety to maturity; Year after year, we go from today to forever.

In the most beautiful season of late spring, I left these dribs and drabs of words, hoping to bring us the most touching smile in our lives. Time is shallow, but years are quiet. I believe that we have embraced this sunny spring with the most sincere heart, and in this passionate season, we will also give more warm love to summer!