The fragrance is faint, and it still lingers at the mouth of the cup. I took a sip of my thin lips and felt bitter, but I couldn't help swallowing it, but it turned into a sweet stream in my throat. Another full moon in the sky,
Yin Hui is everywhere, and the cold dew among the leaves is crystal clear. You used to stay here all night. When the dew slowly flows through the leaves, it is carefully collected drop by drop. I don't understand. Ask.
You laugh, the essence of Mid-Autumn Festival, ready to make tea.
Water drops converge, jade beads hang, suddenly fall and fall apart. The wind blew the green leaves, and the dew rained down, flying over one after another, wetting the cotton felt and infiltrating the blue.
. The dew that can't be picked is like the tears that can't be wiped away, not for the full moon, but for parting with you. When people are gone, the fragrance is still there; The tea is cold, Nong
Love remains the same; Lonely in front of the candle, I still miss you; The bronze mirror has no capacity, and the eyebrows are still frowning; Harp, still elegant; Between cases, the beautiful image remains unchanged.
My heart is like a lilac in the rain, swaying in the cold wind, with a trace of melancholy. Only a touch of purple lingers in the dream. In the blink of an eye, the moon has sunk into the west, and the candlelight is swaying.
It's all over, I don't feel black, and my face is too delicate to leave. That's wet dream's nostalgia.
Between you and me, like jasmine petals brewed in boiling water, we rise and fall in the cup and meet briefly, but if we want to be long-term, it will be difficult to return.
Think of a wonderful poem & gt surrounded by Tsing Yi, beautiful and pure. And the moon is the gentlest, just like loving Fang, quietly elegant, leaving vertically, no
Willing to worry. Immersed in water, passionate, and fragrant at the bottom of the cup.
Long-lost leisure is always like Xijiang autumn moon and the moon is like a hook. It is difficult to turn back when you are reminded of your worries.
The ensemble flute has a long rhyme and a lingering sound, just waiting for the axis to turn and the moon to hide in the west building.
Beginner set language
Finally, it's done. Because of the unexpected arrival of Cher, the charm of winter is fully displayed.
The night is deep, and dim street lamps are lit in the distance. The fog on the glass makes the line of sight dim, and everything is like a foggy surface, mysterious and illusory.
. In fact, the night just needs to have a looming charm.
Fingers are naughty like writing snow in the fog, transparent notes are like hollowed-out marks, and hazy corners are rare and thorough. as soon as...
It was such a casual action that I learned the most precious thing that night.
It's snowing, really. I've never felt sorry for snow before. When I couldn't wait to open the window, it flew all over the sky and was silent.
When I arrived at ..., my mind went blank. If I say what I feel at this moment, it may be warmth. Without any warning, they came together,
With a brisk pace, in this way, teams came one after another, covering the earth and full of vision. Heaven and earth are integrated, there are no mountains and no waves.
White practice reflects Tianhe.
The snow in front of us is not like goose feathers, but it is much smaller. Under the action of the wind, they fall freely. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, they dance gracefully.
Inadvertently outline the trajectory of the cold wind. Maybe it's because I interrupted their masquerade party, and suddenly a gust of wind came, when the wind brushed my cheek.
Glittering snowflakes fell on my face one by one, very soft and cool. It met me as if playing a trick on me when I touched it.
When you touch them, they disappear, leaving only a faint trace of water, and then they often reappear. You can't appreciate it because of its spirit when you touch it.
The soul goes to nirvana, leaving only the body. Helpless cold made me subconsciously close the window and reluctantly quit the dance.
Its rotation is so elegant, its pace is so light, covered in silver, just like a dancing ballet dancer. Under a shadow lamp, the scene was like a dream.
Swan Lake. Although their dance is short-lived, every wonderful moment is unforgettable. They are like meteors in the night sky, being interpreted again and again.
What is perfection?
The snowy road is like the flip of a pistil with ten thousand petals, which is layered and integrated, so you can't bear to trample on it and defile this purity. On a snowy night,
Like a vacuum crystal bottle, it is full of affection and silence, which makes you hold your breath and look for the sound of snow. Only one note can touch your heartstrings …
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I really hope the snow will continue to drift, because of your beauty and your romance.
One thing that moved me.
Living in this world, there are always many things that make people sad and emotional. The world is not heartless, and people always have feelings.
It is a very realistic phenomenon that people get along well with each other, but they don't get along well because of getting along!
There are many things that move me most:
When I was a child, my father milked me and fought with shepherd dogs in the ice and snow. My mother said it was funny, but I was really moved. This happens all the time.
Will insist on the reason why I live, because of these, people should live better! When I was a child, my father was a soldier, and he was always upright, which is what I yearn for now.
Yes, the sentries there often tease us; My mother often talks about how I almost died when I was a child, and then I found the commander's daughter to save my life. It's a doctor.
Naturally, I have always wondered why I have to be the commander's daughter to become a doctor. Why can't other doctors save me? This must be
It's very troublesome, so I keep moving. Touch your own life. It's good. It was really troublesome when I was a child. I remember I was often sick, and I was sick every week.
In this way, my father will often come back from the army to take me to the hospital, and often remember to stop military vehicles and sometimes take jeeps.
When I was in primary school, I got sick once. On the way back, I always can't walk and walk slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother that my mother carried me.
Home, I remember it grew quite big at that time!
My parents have always been very kind to me. When I was young, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Alas, now that I think about it, there were many disagreements at that time.
You can't fight when you go down the river, so now you have to abide by everything, and sometimes you feel very happy when you violate it!
Now that I think about it, I used to talk back to my parents in junior high school and high school, which made them very angry. Now I'm an adult, often.
I will still remember when I was in college, my father sent me to school. I have always insisted on going by myself, but he has been worried, so he will quarrel again! Father is very rich.
Ability, and I am poor, so I often think that I can do my own thing without the help of my parents. Sometimes I often think that he is a big tree, so I just
Like a tree in the shade, when will it grow up and surpass it?
He went to Beijing Party School to study for half a year or a year. When he wrote to his mother, I wrote back, remembering that we should always study hard, as if.
We are always stupid and can't learn the same. Alas, is it useless in my father's eyes?
Some time ago, I showed my father "Information Technology Education", and my article was published on it. He didn't even want to read it. My mother said he would find presbyopia if he wanted to see it.
From the perspective of glasses, alas, it's a pity that I wrote courseware design again. How can I make dad understand this? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and didn't send it.
What's your opinion? But he said it was good to publish articles in national magazines and encouraged me to write more. Alas, writing articles is too easy! commemorate
Dad used to be a reporter, a secretary and took photos, so I must have taken a lot!
One year I went to Liuzhou Daily and asked my dad to collect some for me as a souvenir. He is always clean and says he is late, Liuzhou.
The daily newspaper was sold out, but I asked my sister to find one for me. I always remember.
Sometimes I often wonder when I wish I could surpass my father's skills. He has no skill, so I always let him look down on him. Alas, living this life.
In full view, sometimes I don't want to go home.
Be capable, be a good person, live a good life and live a happy life. When I was in trouble before, I sometimes couldn't figure it out, but I always remembered that,
However, there are so many things to experience, why not live well?
Mom always said that when you were young, you would die without the help of a doctor. Well, if you have already died, what happiness will you have? therefore
In my heart, I just want to have fun and go to all parts of China to play, see and walk. At the same time, I just remember to work hard and be a useful person now.
Our reaction is always many years slower than others before we figure out some problems. I often wonder why it took me a long time to figure out many problems, including
It takes a year, a few years!
Live well anyway. Although you may not be responsible for going to heaven, there are still too many concerns in the world that you can't leave.
Reluctant to leave. Live, face it!
My parents moved me.
The bright moon is brighter because of the background of the night sky; The stream is clearer because of pebbles; The flowers are more beautiful because of the green grass.
. Open the window and look at the night sky. The stars are bright, and the night is decorated with gorgeous brilliance. The earth is still full of love. ...
The topic of parents is old but more eternal. Different people always have different experiences and feelings. Since ancient times, there have been many scholars scattered.
Pen and ink express the greatness of maternal love and depict the tenacity of fatherly love. For example, Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons and Zhu Ziqing's Back. I feel the father.
Motherly love, the wind has passed without trace, and true love is silent. My parents' kindness warmed my heart.
In the year of primary school graduation, the whole sixth grade accumulated strong learning energy. I was unwilling to lag behind, so I increased my horsepower and began to review intensively.
Let's go Unfortunately, at this time, I have to prepare for the final exam, plan the Children's Day program and practice table tennis.
Competition, coupled with the entrance examination of Tian Li school, makes me work like a broken machine every day, never stopping.
Come down and rest. But in the end, I got good grades in the final exam, shined brilliantly on the stage and became more and more brave on the table.
I was admitted to Tian Li School. What is this? Let me have such great strength to cross this bumpy road, and let me have such great courage to overcome all the difficulties here.
Difficult? It is love! It was my parents who gave me endless encouragement. How many times I stood up in the face of setbacks and regained my confidence.
Every day when the school bell rings, I rush to the playground at a fast speed and start rehearsing one after another. Mom and dad are always smiling.
Looking at my busy figure on the stage, a faint breath of love shines into my heart like a beam of sunshine; After the rehearsal, I grabbed the ping-pong board.
Run to the table tennis table and practice chopping, spinning, lifting, mixing and various methods of serving and catching the ball under teacher Zhang's training. Sometimes mom and dad are around.
Appreciating my skills, I often can't help secretly visiting my parents with a proud expression. Parents' affection for their children is contained in their eyes when they meet.
Encourage, slowly enter my body. It made me sweat. It was completely dark, so I ran home at my dad's.
Accompanied by my parents, I started another process-solving math problems. Sometimes, we grab books and concentrate on reading topics; Sometimes, we
Deliberately discussed at the dinner table; Sometimes, we hold pens and concentrate on calculating problems on draft paper ... all the problems are in our family of three.
Solve it in front of you Lying in bed at night, I can't help but feel something in my heart-the love of my parents is like water pouring into our hearts, pure.
Holy, without any miscellaneous stains, but their love is more colorful than spring.
Some people say that love is innate, and affection is the best model and teacher for us to understand love. No matter how great a person is, he can't walk out of the scope of love, and life is a matter of life.
The reason why there is no boundary is because the scope of love itself has no boundary.
If mother is a stream, maternal love is the spring water flowing in the stream, delicate and gentle.
If the father is a mountain, the father's love is the scenery standing on the mountain, broad and vigorous;
I was deeply moved by my parents' love. Maybe this is the world, full of emotions. Let our feelings precipitate in our hearts and let it rise in precipitation.
Hua, let sublimation move and render the world!
My happy life
I have a happy family. My family has a "good girl" me. A shopaholic mother and a handyman father. Next, I'll do it
Next introduction!
In our clean home, handyman is indispensable. He is my father. Every day, I will see something broken or something at home.
Dad always stands up when he is dirty. I remember one time, my desk lamp was broken, and I hurried to find my father. My father brought it to me as soon as he saw me.
Tools, start to repair, with the sound of tinkering, my desk lamp is repaired! I was about to say thank you to my father, but my father took it away.
Come on, clean the desk lamp carefully and ask me what I think. I see, it's not a desk lamp that has been used for many years. Just like new.
I happily threw myself into my father's arms and repeatedly said, "Thank you, good father!" " "Dad smiled happily.
Looking at a wardrobe full of colorful clothes, I thought of shopping with my shopaholic mother. One noon, I just had dinner.
After lunch, my mother dragged me to Xidan without saying anything. I asked my mother, "Why are you in such a hurry?" Mom said, "Xidan is on sale today.
"We rushed to the third floor, bought three clothes, and then bought a basket of daily necessities. At this time, I am like a deflated ball, and I insist that my mother go home.
Mother went home sullenly.
I am a "good girl" at home. Go home from school every day, check carefully after finishing homework, and help mom and dad do housework every day. Actually, it's not.
My intuition is that I am the best at taking care of people. I remember that once my mother was ill and my father was on duty, so I decided to take care of my mother.
I made a tomato and egg noodle for my mother, and then gently served it to her. My mother was very touched and I was very happy. Mom eats one bite at a time and touches it.
Look at my head and say, "Good boy, my daughter has grown up!" " "I was elated. The next day, under my care, my mother got well.
Turn around. I was a little embarrassed when she boasted to everyone that I was a good boy.
This is our family, a happy family. In my drawer, I treasure a blue handbag. Although its color is very old, it is very old.
To me, it is more like an uncut jasper, simple and heavy, and its light luster always bathes my heart.
It was a Sunday. After my sister and I went to learn calligraphy, we went home by car. On the bus, we found a window seat to watch.
It's very comfortable to look at the scenery moving backwards slowly outside the window. What a wonderful weekend. In such a relaxed mood, I arrived unconsciously.
At the station where we got off, there were many people getting off, and I got off with the people who got off slowly. Watch the bus drive slowly to the next stop.
Then I dragged my sister home. At this moment, my sister suddenly looked at me with puzzled eyes and said, "Brother, where is your blue handbag?" I
Hurriedly looked at his hand, empty-handed, where there is a bag. In desperation, I couldn't help shouting, "Where's my bag? Where's my bag? " It's there.
Take my study tools and some change! My sister thought about it and said, "You didn't leave it in the car, did you?" I've recovered from my worries, too. It's all right.
Nye nodded his head. But the bus has been gone for a long time. My sister and I murmured, "What can we do? What can we do? "
At this moment, a taxi stopped beside us to get off. Maybe the taxi uncle saw us two children rubbing hands anxiously and whispering to each other.
It's weird. He came over and asked kindly, "What's the matter, little friend?" I looked at my uncle and said helplessly, "I left my handbag inside."
The no.207 bus has left. "My uncle was silent for a while and said," Get on the bus. Let's go after the bus. Maybe we can get it back. "So.
I got into a taxi with my sister and uncle and headed for the next stop of 207. At this moment, there is only one thought in my heart: hurry up, hurry up.
..... My uncle seems to understand my mind, or he is in a hurry. He sped up and sped forward, and the scenery and pedestrians on both sides,
Flash by. In my mind, the thought of a bag is like a stone, which weighs heavily on me. I have no mind to enjoy the scenery on both sides, and I have no mind.
Talked to my sister. Time, in such a sense of oppression, is passing by.
When we turned another intersection, the bus, yes, that bus, finally appeared in front of us, and the indicator light was flashing slowly.
Drive into the station. At this time, the stone that has been pressed in my heart has finally been put down. When my uncle parked in front of the bus, I ran away in a hurry.
The door crashed into the bus. I saw the blue handbag by the window at a glance. It lay there alone, as if waiting for its owner.
Claim? When I meet again after a long separation or get it back, I suddenly feel a kind of joy and excitement. Three steps and two steps, one hugging tightly.
Hold it in your hand. However, at this moment, the conductor looked at me doubtfully, and I quickly explained, "This is the taxi I left at my last stop."
This car just brought me to get my bag. "The conductor said nothing. She just looked at the taxi parked in front of the bus and smiled.
Nod.
I took my handbag, got into a taxi and said to my uncle, "Uncle, I, my sister and I only have ten dollars. I don't know if it is enough for your car. "
Cost? "My uncle seemed surprised after hearing this. He was stunned for a long time and suddenly smiled: "Hehe, I didn't want to charge you, right.
Where do you live? Let me take you home. "So, I am still very embarrassed to say this place.
My uncle sent my sister and me downstairs, as if knowing that we were going to say thank you and so on, and said to us before us, "Go home quickly."
Maybe your parents are worried. Don't throw things around in the future, hehe. "We nodded, got off and looked at my uncle's car.
In a short time, he was dissolved in the traffic and could no longer tell the difference. He used to be so ordinary, and suddenly he was a little disappointed.
A year has passed, and I have a new handbag, but the blue handbag has been treasured in the drawer since I retired, and I have been reluctant to throw it away.
Because inside, I still cherish my uncle's warm and kind heart.
A kind of beauty is called giving up time:
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Give up silently every time, give up a friend who has been in love for a long time but has no chance; Give up some investment but get nothing; Give up an idea
Expectation; Give up an idea. There will be a kind of sadness at this time, but this kind of sadness does not prevent us from starting over.
Listen to the music again in the new time and space; Tell the story again! Because this is a natural farewell and abandonment, full of detachment spirit,
Because of sadness and beauty!
There is a feeling that I hope it will last forever. It took many years to find that it had faded away. Later, I learned that what I had in my hand was not.
It must be what we really have, and what we have is not necessarily what we really remember! Then I understood that life often needs one.
Care about peace and give up consciously!
There are too many beautiful things and people in the world. We have been fighting for the beauty we don't have. Busy to get it.
What you really need and really want often takes many years to understand, and even you don't know what to do all your life! For the beauty I already have, I
Children are uneasy and worried because they often have gains and losses.
The sigh of the sunset is easy to lose, and the troubles of flowers blooming and falling. Life is not satisfactory! Because when we have it, we may lose it and give it up.
At that time, we may regain it. We cannot be absolutely sure of everything. If you meet the pursuit and possession,
It's hard to get out of things and then out of yourself, and life's involuntary sadness and sadness will be even heavier!
Therefore, life needs to sublimate a quiet and transcendental spirit. Understand people know how to give up, sincere people know how to sacrifice, and happy people know how to be detached! while
After several years, we will be more satisfied when we know that the people we like are doing well! "I didn't come to this world because of you.
But because of you, I am more attached to the world. If I can be with you, I will walk away silently, but I still won't lose my love for this world.
And gratitude-thank God for letting me meet you and leave you to complete a poem created by God! Life has given us endless sorrow; Also give
Our eternal answer. So, I gave up safely and insisted on a detachment!
No matter how the world of mortals changes, no matter how individuals choose, no matter how heavy things are in their hands, although we
Escape is also brave, although sad and gratified!
Giving up is not flinching, but making another choice for a new goal. Life is to keep pursuing and at the same time keep giving up.
As usual, we yearn for the depths of life. As usual, we are gradually giving up and becoming firm!
I will always wake up my night and start tomorrow without you. -How far is forever?
Sad light rain gently beats this spring, like a lover's cry, wetting this day, but also sad the wind and belt of this season.
With a slight regret, I swept every corner and awakened any sleeping seed in the world.
Can't stand the temptation of rain and water, I walk in the rain, wandering quietly, thinking about the beauty of moistening things quietly, and I can't hide my heart at this moment. wayside
Our Spring Festival has also been opened ahead of schedule. Small yellow flowers, you are next to me, I am squeezing you, they are happily competing for the love of this spring; clip
The tender buds of bamboo and peach swayed gently in the rain, as if shy, dodging my eyes, and one fell here and the other there, as if sneaking around.
Probe, looking at me, a person who doesn't know flowers, reminds me of a sentence: when bloom was in the flowers, she laughed, so much the same; On the soft willow branches,
The old leaves did not fade, but left the treetops with new green and returned to their own land. It has always been like this, and it has never changed.
Looking up, it should be a bright day, but it looks so gloomy, which reminds me of the death that has already settled. This is a beautiful season, I
I don't want my mood to be infected by this beautiful comedy, so all I can do is bring her the most rare brilliance and decorate the flowers heartily.
A beautiful spring.
Because I want to remember that this spring, I have been here without sadness, so good.
Suddenly, I stopped there, and the debris coming and going hit me. I am like a boat, drifting, unable to reach the shore, but I tried my best.
Protect yourself and don't let yourself be knocked down by the wind and waves.
I like to go with the flow. Shallow is muddling along. I don't want to pester anyone or anything with peace of mind. I have some hobbies of my own.
, is enough, between lust and black tea, debauchery is not what I want.
I want to learn painting, which seems to have been planned for a long time, but it is far away. I always want to do what I like when I am alive.
Again, at least at the moment I leave, I won't have the slightest regret, because we all know that some things have been done, but the result is irreparable.
Then let it go and be buried with me. I also want to learn guitar. I can play my own voice quietly and write a song for myself.
Song, in a word, let yourself flow happily with music, accompanied by Iraqis all the way. ......
In this rainy season, what I feel most is the sadness of parting. Although I haven't been here long, I deeply like the people here.
Things here, flowers here, everything here, can't let go of that wonderful encounter. If there is an opportunity in the future, I want to go back to school.
In order to make up for the youth gone with the wind, I want to penetrate every piece of land here, and I want to tell her that I am back.
Always playing dumb, deceiving others, telling others about their mediocrity, as if begging for a little pity,
It's funny that you didn't act when you knew it, and let everything go down the drain. Go, go, go straight, there is no safe place in this damn place.
Let youth go with the years, I don't want to stay.
You said it would still clear up, right?
Expect.
Flowers bloom in July
Days are counted page by page, and time passes by minute by minute. The sun is awakened by a high temperature called summer. Get up early and climb on the windowsill.
A few years ago, it was covered with moss traces in the wind last night. The light rain that came and went wet the dragonfly's wings, but never wet the sentimental poem, sitting in a chair.
In the hut facing south, the wind blew like a gust of wind, and the children next door knocked on a sleeping door with their children's voices.
Sitting in front of the window on a hot summer day, watching the sun getting closer and closer, the shadow getting shorter and shorter, perhaps shrinking into a point, shrinking into a round red mole in life,
I can't find anything. The shadow is you or me. I won't forget every minute. Don't you have a flower in your hand, Xu?
Xu's, spread out the delicate and charming flowers, and then, slowly wither in the scorching sun, let the flower's swan song face the sea and flutter its wings around.
Blowing the green branches and leaves attached to my life, it warms my journey day by day.
In July, the calendar was ruthlessly opened by the wind. In July, acacia is nowhere to be found. Not only that face, but also that person, gradually blurred.
Add a little more water to the cup and put all the books in the drawer, but I can't put my thoughts in the bag. On some dark nights, my heart floats and dies.
Beyond the debris, there is a layer of slow fog. Behind the smile, there is silent singing: I understand that when you come back, it can't be proved that the fragrant memories will always be covered with moss.
. It's spring, the train has gone and the summer is long. I have ironed the bronze body, counted the stars and pretended to return everything.
Yesterday.
I always thought life would be like this. I always thought that the floating white window lattice revealed only plain singing. Unexpectedly, there will be such a photo.
Meeting, clear eyes, sad words, dim background, everything, all are beautiful and magnificent because of that moment. Seven colors of light are projected on the spread out.
The hands are slender, and the clouds at the fingertips are full of blue flowers. Oh, time is waiting for me, waiting for me in rainy days, and I am still wandering.
Wait, wait for the sound of mountains and rivers popping up in my mind.
Miss, get, wait, lose, unhappy, unhappy, and at the last moment, it will eventually become empty. July will finally come.
Leave. My hands are covered with dust. The petals fall all over the path in July, and the rain in July is sprayed wantonly. The streets in July are very cold. walking down the street
The other street was empty, so I couldn't find a mask for the demonstration. It is destined to simply stand on your branch and pedestrians will leave without makeup.
I opened another kind of lotus noodle soup. Who did I stop for and break my heart?
In July, I lost Chun Qing for a season because of your departure. When the flowers were blown by the wind, they found a flower. I found it when you left.
Sadness. Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and when night falls, your shadow stubbornly follows, and there is no flame that can distract you.
Which song will bury you? No matter how deep you hide, you can't escape your eyes. Why don't we just wait and see, think deeply and gain insight?
Between beliefs, it gradually turns red, and that wisp of fire cloud on the horizon-
Millennium moonlight, gradually illusory. In July, I bared my teeth in a quiet night. When you hit the keyboard, many words will come out and some sentences will come out.
These sentences, like the steel needle in the text, plunge into the skin, plunge into the five internal organs, and plunge into the heart and lungs. Like some notes, in full bloom.
In the dark, the sound rises and falls. Perhaps, along the tunnel of time, I pushed open the emotional wall and fell in your arms all night.
Language, even a lifetime, will you hear what I'm saying?
The face in the diamond-shaped mirror in the morning is dim, which is because the sunshine in July is blazing, the ultraviolet ray concentration is high, and the body temperature is burning. No, it is just lifeless.
Singing, there is no inspiring words, and there is no hearty agreement. The flower buds outside the wall have renovated a calendar, and those clever steps of the year are out of date.
Long corridors stretch out. The looming aperture in the distance is close to me. Stretch and close, close your blurred but clear sight. Whose head is the first wind?
First frost's simplicity, one or two clumps, thin and dense, even if rooted out, still can't get rid of the entangled heart.
Leaves fall gently around me, rustling. Some stories are far away, others are close. Jiangnan in July has more feelings of water.
. Jiangnan, it's just summer now. Flowers fall in bloom, roses extend to the center of the earth, rain grows fiercely, and only words and paleness are gorgeous.
I can't see the back. Have you ever regretted it? It's too hot here. Did you go through the nearby wall to visit the quietly blooming roses outside the door? Take last year for example.
Walking lips, is it your kiss? I imagine lovers for many years, broken one by one because of you.
In July, you stood in the wind. In the song-like years, love and flying are another concept. Love is never known until it is separated, which is unforgettable. However, sparse
It is also a state of mind. You look focused and never give up. In a unique scene, your clear song blows and your flowing music pours.
With the voice of bloom, the feelings accumulated for many years are full of satisfaction and sweetness, and the soft wings are slowly spread out on the night of love. I know words.
Understanding, separate articles, peaceful convergence.
Gradually bloom. When the soul is near, the water is clear. Real smiles are dense, and the reality of clusters of languages is superimposed. through the years
Beautiful jungle and refined, let the flame flying forty miles fall from the glass-like garland, let the butterflies flying all over the sky walk hand in hand with the breeze, and let the passion surge.
The most primitive frankness is exposed in the nobility of the soul with words. Bloom's silence speaks louder than words, the sun is burning in July, and the poem is full of holiness.
Lian Shu looked back brightly and felt a dull pain in her heart.