The original sentence is:? Time flies, sipping a happy lamp, silent, not sad or happy. ?
Pale green tea
Extension: American short sentences
1, the notes paved by time, fleeting, is a breeze, lost in the moon shadow; It is a butterfly, and it has settled through a pile of fences. It is the running water that touches the ear harp, and it is the moonlight that hangs the window curtain.
2. The calm wind returns to the water, and the setting sun sets; Rattan flowers are late and full of worries.
3. In the early summer, the green on my face, deep or shallow, thick or light, overflowed a human tragedy and swayed all over the floor silently. Gently pick a flower fragrance and sing the breeze in the fleeting time.
Warm wind is like wine, and you are like plum.
Since long summer, time is green, the wind is warm wine, and you are like a green plum. With a little tipsy wine and touching ripples, you are stirring a moment of amazing years.
Rain drops, watering a pot of quiet green at the beginning of time; The wind is blowing, with a melancholy echo of the old month.
The tree is full of branches, the peony is good at the beginning, the time is sunny and fragrant, and the past turns cold. Your eyebrows are full of spring water, autumn water, the grass in the book of songs and the beautiful memories of the old moonlight.
How many people you have loved all your life can fill the gap in the rest of your life; How many things can light up the pallor of life?
Birds fold flowers and the rain at night speaks to the west window. This is destined to be a beautiful season. full of green, where the rain washes the same color, lives in the middle of the mountain and rides the wind, where there are flowers and trees, and everything is fine.
Bloom's Pinellia ternata, the clothes left behind, the ink on the fingertips and the signature on the letter are all the warmth and fragrance of time, and finally become the warmth of a person's temperament.
The most beautiful meeting, the most beautiful once.
Walking through the streets of the years, at the corner of the season, there are always encounters, familiarity with reunion after a long separation, and initial surprises.
There is an encounter in this world, not on the road, but in the heart; There is a companionship in the world, not around, but in the heart.
Flying hands, in the time of gentle breeze, caressed old books; Draw a curtain of Changfeng, Yue Yun and flowers and trees on the stationery paved with time; In the cool moonlight, I sent away a pear shadow.