古人对于四季,各抒己见,而我踽踽而行地走过了人生的秋季,即将走入严寒的冬季时,亦还惶惶,有人问我,你喜欢春天还是秋天,喜欢夏天还是冬天,我亦茫茫然……于是,我不分昼夜,日思夜想。有人说:梦已了,觉只得半,情难了,所以终难成佛。对于四季,终是岁月之河,匆匆地来,匆匆地去,在博大的宇宙中无限地轮回着。春之兰,生命的绿色,却自不知,只是企盼下一个季节,羡慕别人,唯恐自己老是长不大长不高。人们经历了一个寂莫漫长的冬季时,春寒料峭,在绻缩着身子,忙碌着生活的劳累时,南太平洋的热带季风慢慢地悄悄地飘了过来。西伯利亚的 The ancients for the four seasons, express their views, and I walk through the autumn of my life, about the cold winter, but also also panic, I was asked, do you like spring or autumn, like summer or winter, I also vast However ... ... So, I day and night, day and night think. Some people say: the dream has been, I feel only half, love is difficult, so finally difficult to become Buddha. For the four seasons, the river is the end of time, hurriedly, hurriedly, endless reincarnation in the vast universe. Spring orchid, the green of life, but I do not know, but look forward to the next season, envy others, lest they always grow up is not high. People experienced a long, silent winter, the chill, in shrinking body, busy life tired, the South Pacific tropical monsoon slowly quietly drifted over. Siberia