Peach flies away and burns its glory. I am Love Zhi Tao, blooming in the countryside. I saw the bride with pink face and peach cheeks, dressed in red, smiling with low eyebrows and full of expectations for life. In her eyes, there are ripples of happiness. She met him once in Taoyuan. Laughing peach blossoms are like her beautiful and shy cheeks. The seeds of love germinate, grow and thrive in his/her heart.
The peach blossom bloomed again and she got married. Her heart also blooms like this peach blossom. Perhaps they once had a vow of eternal love that "mountains have no boundaries, and heaven and earth are in harmony, so they dare to break with you", or perhaps "life and death are reconciled, and they say the same thing to each other; Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I just want to have a quiet time to talk to you; The trickle of water is with you in the year; Prosperous, you are old.
Love Zhi Tao will bloom in their hearts forever, beautiful and romantic.
"In the end, blue is adopted, and there is no profit." I am a blue grass missing, swaying in the boundless wilderness. I am waiting, waiting for those slender and gentle hands to bring me the warmth of my palm. The woman in a blue shirt and skirt is picking blue grass with a bamboo basket. Sometimes she bowed her head and meditated, and sometimes she looked up and stared. There was deep affection between Meishan's eyes and the water. Once upon a time, time was slow, and I only loved one person in my life. The taste of missing is sweet and beautiful. Because of missing, we have the joy of reunion after a long separation, unexpected surprises and the charm of plain life.
"I am willing to for you, I am willing to for you, forget my name. Even if I stay in your arms for one more second, it's not a pity to lose this world ... "I'm willing to turn my life into a drop of blue and let her melt her thoughts in the clothes woven and dyed for her husband.
"The Millennium is frost." I am a poetic, lush and energetic person. Modern people call me reed. I prefer the old name. Autumn dew is soaked, the weather is thin and cool, and melancholy teenagers come to the shore again and again to see the lush reeds and the dew point of frost. He is full of worries and preoccupied, drawing the image of his sweetheart over and over again. That woman must be white and beautiful, with a light figure. But, but, where is she? In the water, in the water or in the water? Maybe, she will always be the other flower in his heart?
Time has changed, things have changed, and what will never change is his inner softness. In any case, the so-called past will turn into happiness.
"There are creeping weeds in the wild, and there is no dew." I am a creeping weed in early summer, fresh and beautiful. Morning dew, breeze, fragrant grass, refreshing. She is wearing a cloth, but her face is facing the sky, but she is young and graceful, inexpressible and pure, blending with grass, blue sky, green trees and clear water.
He is like a deer, she is the seed of love. The most beautiful years, meet the most beautiful you. As Zhang Ailing said, among thousands of people, you met the person you met. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, neither earlier nor later, you happened to catch up. There is nothing else to say, just ask softly, Oh, are you there?
Wind, birds and flowers, let's listen quietly, quietly ...
In my dream, I am Ge, Tang, Qing, Wei and Juan Er. ...
Walking in the Book of Songs, listening to love, witnessing thoughts, collecting those simple and fresh feelings, and those ancient initial feelings stuck by dust and grass.