2, spring ushered in the ocean of love, gently green leaves, gradually blooming, smeared with feelings and then sprouting and flowering; Spring rain is warm and persistent, spring breeze softens attachment, and spring flowers are gorgeous and infatuated; A key to spring opens the warm bloom of spring, the branches are full of warmth, and bursts of joy are scattered in the sunshine, in the flowers, in the breeze and in the drizzle, and the joy of meeting is everywhere; It was this brilliant spring that created a beautiful garden.
In spring, the warm sunshine illuminates the bushes. On acacia rice paper, I painted a picture of the ends of the earth, and things changed. From spring to winter, the pen tip slides down the eyebrows, splashing bright and bright water again and again, making a frame of pure fragrance, meeting warmly, and slowly and gently with the years; Such a wonderful note, just because you have been with me; You are an April day in your heart, a poem with a pen in full bloom, and a regretless encounter in the most beautiful years!
4, with a wisp of book fragrance, quietly wash and dye the night of missing, so that every night slowly remembers the warmth of the first encounter; Let the story of ups and downs in the dull chapter interpret the picture of meeting; In the depths of misty rain, let the pillow of blue dream soak in the moonlight and whisper on the ground; The wind, cutting the lingering thoughts; Weak water, can not be separated from the expected mountains, just to wait for time to climb the moss, still waiting, the west wing full moon, * * * cut the west window, the night is full of joy.
5, the years are blank, little thoughts are covered with fragrance, enchanting the silent blank, and warm memories extend in the place where time flies; A person's scenery, publicity of the past youth, may be a poison planted in previous lives, so there is no escape in this life; The introduction of past lives, this life wants to see through autumn water; How many times I gazed around and drowned my lovesick eyebrows; What kind of affection should we use to spend this season's fate with that wet oath and flying memorial?
6, in life, there are always some casual feelings, missed the flowering period, there are always some vows, and eventually lost their youth; Some things have gone away, will some people gradually disappear into memory, and the years are speechless; Standing alone at the threshold of time, those pregnant memories will suddenly approach, half happy and half sad, and the melancholy that is hard to give up lingers at the door of the heart, making the dusk of this season cool; Is it just a dream of covered bridges, a shadow of nothingness, and a curtain of dreams? Their eyes are full of tears, and years have wasted their beauty. After all, it is still not enough!
7. The purples are flickering, blooming alone in the bottom of my heart, and quietly falling in the just visiting, falling in the dream of pear blossoms with rain; Dancing alone in the moonlight, lightly dyeing the past, writing an idea and a feeling, combing the bits and pieces of the old year, thinking of the mountains and rivers, the acacia between the lines; That year, Na Yue, that day, like a flower blooming on the eaves of time, blossomed into a flourishing tree, just like singing and dancing, bloom was warm in spring, blooming alone and brilliant!
8. Season after season, flowers have been in full bloom in time, and its fragrance remains in my heart, just like an old cellar. As time goes on, it will stay more fragrant with the years. I am willing to paint the land as a prison, stick to the ideal city, and splash ink on that flower in the depths of white walls and blue tiles, which is amazing. Even if the wind blows the old picture scroll and misses the fingers, it still stays the same in the wind, waiting stupidly, silently falling in love, dawn and dusk, cold and heat, enduring for a long time.
9. The smoke willows are picturesque and the shadows overlap. A window of acacia rolls in accordance with the spring breeze, graceful and affectionate, fragrant and romantic, and the time of the season is warm, waiting for the flowers in that time to tap the window screen and dream, extending the affection of this season; From then on, I met the spring, in this swaying spring, I told my feelings, burning tender peach blossoms, tender river water, let that flower fly into the dream.
10, when I was in bloom, I waited for you at my home in spring; Waiting for you to solve the chess game of acacia; Waiting for you, carrying a lot of affection, slowly coming from the other side of the cockroach.