Years are bleak, and time is like poetry.

Everyday impermanence, overnight, seems to be back in winter. Seasons change, time goes back, and a cold spring that makes people unprepared strikes.

Spring is chilly and the wind is chilly. Between the four seasons, people feel the flow of time. When you see pedestrians in the street, they wear different clothes, and winter and summer alternate. When I see passers-by who are too late to "adapt to the season", wearing short sleeves and thin clothes, they are in a hurry; When you see those "smart" pedestrians wearing down jackets again, you just think that everyone's physique is different and their needs are naturally different.

This seemingly strange but unusual phenomenon has long been commonplace.

Everyone living in the south knows that in winter and spring, the climate is often changeable, and the temperature occasionally rises or drops, which is impermanent and daily. Sometimes, several seasons will change in one day.

In our country, although the climate in the north and south is different, there will always be cold weather in late spring. Sometimes, the chilly spring is a retrospect of time and a nostalgia for winter.

Bloom flowers fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, which always makes people feel the poetry in the depths of time. Approaching flowers and plants, approaching all things in nature, I always feel that time knows how cold and warm it is, and time talks to people.

In the warm winter sun in the south, I wandered in the sea of flowers and lost myself in time. As time went by, I walked into bloom in the warm spring and passed half of the vernal equinox. This charming spring scenery and separated spring scenery have long been painted in my eyes and become poems in my heart.

Years are bleak, and time is like poetry.

In the traditional twenty-four solar terms, they are all divided into four distinct seasons. In solar terms, the vernal equinox is the half of yin and yang day and night, and it is also the middle of spring.

This poem should be the most appropriate portrayal of the vernal equinox: after the vernal equinox, it is difficult to see snow. Although peaches and plums can't compete for spring, they can't stand Chun Xue's bullying. People who are proud of snow and cold plum will perceive the climate on their deathbed and learn catkins to fly all over the sky.

I remember a few days ago, when the sun was shining and the spring breeze was slow, watching the light and shadow falling and mottling among the sparse branches and leaves, and watching the petals falling and dancing after blooming, people felt an indescribable beauty and were deeply moved by the words.

How heavy the years are, flowers and the moon are spring breeze.

Think of the depths of spring, a person walking in the spring, that infinite beauty, filled the heart, intoxicated with thoughts, lamented the spring river as green as blue, lamented the infinite spring, spring scenery full of gardens, like a three-dimensional love letter, moving heartstrings, intoxicating eyebrows, really provocative.

In the depths of spring, every flower comes with a happy mood, showing a happy face and dressing up. This kind of stimulation is also the most beautiful affair.

I like a quiet life, like the warm bloom of spring, like the falling waves, like this leisurely thinking, while feeling the spring, while indulging in time.

In this way, the years are bleak and the time is poetic.

The days without dancing are a disappointment to time.