Because she likes to live a poetic life. In summer, as usual, I want to buy some clothes.
Open the wardrobe: long, short, jumpsuit, half-length, slim, casual and different styles of dresses are like the 3,000 beauties in the harem, looking forward to the emperor's feast for the eyes. This "emperor" likes the "draft" that changes every four seasons.
Some people say that when the season changes, women always feel that there are some clothes missing from their closets. I can't avoid custom.
As I grow older, I like the comfort and elegance of cotton and linen more and more. I searched the internet for some legends of cotton and linen dresses: long skirts, flowing long hair and unique ornaments. Send the picture to your girlfriend and just sit there and wait for her to praise it. She answered me, "The clothes are charming. You are like a beautiful Tang poem, walking slowly from the rainy alley in the south of the Yangtze River ... "
"How nice it would be to live yourself into a poem!" I answered her excitedly. My girlfriend knows that I am a woman who likes exquisiteness. One day, she passed by a clothing store and saw a cheongsam, so she sent me a message in a hurry: "I saw a cheongsam in the clothing store, which suits your temperament very well." Try it on! "
Looking at these words with temperature, I have a faint satisfaction in my heart. Her concern for me filled me with joy. Sometimes, life is so full of poetry, a true feeling, two or three confidants, love around, and love from the bottom of my heart.
Life has been busy, and I always want to let go of all fetters and plant chrysanthemums in my heart. Freedom is enough, even if it is only a short-term comfort.
Every holiday, I always avoid the usual noise and busyness, temporarily put aside the mundane things and go on a trip.
I don't like the prosperity and noise of this city. I just like mountains to make some green, and clouds to make some rain ethereal and elegant. As usual, be close to the mountains and rivers at zero distance.
Passing a family at the foot of the mountain, low fence, stone house. Several chickens and ducks are walking leisurely in front of the hospital. Green vines covered the flower stands around the house. When we envy our friends, we just want to find a small town to live in when we are old, let the green vines crawl all over the house, let the whole flower stand smell, and let the simple life be picturesque.
Walking in the mountains and rivers, folding a few pieces of green velvet, picking a few small flowers, playing with the gurgling stream, shaking hands with the breeze and talking with beautiful flowers and stones. He looked at me with mountains and rivers and said, this moment is picturesque and time is poetic.
In May, a room full of roses bloomed in the early summer sky, and the fragrance overflowed with a gentle hug. That green tree, washed by drizzle, is becoming more and more lush. Sit lazily under the flower stand, drink a cup of tea until it is tasteless, and turn over a book until there are no words. Do what you like, read a few pages of favorite books, love someone you like, and keep quiet time. Everything is light and clouds are light, and time is like poetry.
A few birdsongs outside the window awakened the deep dream of early summer. Dressed in a plain clothes, let the morning breeze blow the charming skirt. Bleached long hair no longer has the fragrance of your favorite hair. Open the old diary and look for your footprints in lines of green handwriting. The dried peach blossom has been reluctant to throw away. Because, you are in the spring of that season. Once we meet, we will always remember each other. You are just a memory of my youth.
One afternoon, the whole person was immersed in the old songs that were played in a loop. Sometimes, I'm really not listening to music, but waiting for my soul. At night, the black curtains were pulled down in time. All the noise restored the peace of the night. The night gave me black eyes, and I used them to find my own light at night. I don't want to miss Sanskrit in this life, I just want to pursue it poetically.
I want to slow down time and then slow down. Pick a basket of early summer incense and avoid some coolness in the fireworks. According to those beautiful poems, what live high wanted.
Whether you can or not, try to live the life you like. A pot of favorite green plants, a unique small hand ornament, a warm skirt and a warm memory will naturally sprout sweet little joy in my heart. Whispering thoughts in time, tying knots, gently folding them into petals in the palm of your hand, and writing favorite poems.
I walked through the spring, picked countless beautiful flowers and put them in a treasure box called "Time". With the softness of fingertips, full fragrance is brewed. Don't let your favorite cherry blossoms turn into clouds on your chest like snow, and stroll towards the happy time in summer. The sky is still blue, the flowers are still fragrant, and the most beautiful time is still wandering in the poem. Best of all, I'm still alive in your heart.
I have always felt that a person's life does not have to be prosperous, and simplicity is the best. According to the beautiful rhyme, any little joy is passed around and charming in my heart.
Hold your hand and grow old with your son. Love at first sight, you will cherish your life. Stay with me all my life. According to the footsteps of cherry blossoms falling, I only make myself look like a flower. Whether you come or not, I'm still happy.
In my old age, I was always content with a little joy. Twist a finger of ink, I only describe the shallow time as a poem crossing the covered bridge.