Leaf is a poem written in life. Spring is coming, you pick a willow leaf and put it on the clear water of the stream, wondering what it looks like. The leaves lying on the water are very poetic, swaying gently like a drifting boat. Bright green shines with vivid dreams, and your bright mood is released on the shore of spring. You are as excited as a child, cheering in a boat, as if you were the boy rowing, rocking the song of life in the blue waves of spring. A string of laughter flies out of your paddle, and your face is as vivid as a wave. At that time, you saw a kingfisher gliding and singing on the lush branches; Fragrant flowers dancing with purple butterflies; In the empty Yuan Ye, there are countless green arms holding fresh life and romantic feelings for a season. From then on, there was a green boat carrying dreams. Starting from the shore of acacia in spring, you can't walk out of the warm river in your heart. 2 & lt/SPAN>。 No one can read the feelings of a lotus leaf in the moonlight lotus pond better than you. "Jiangnan can pick lotus, and the lotus leaf is He Tiantian." Under the cool moonlight, when you walk alone in the lotus pond, or sing or think, you always like to taste the mind of a lotus leaf in interesting ancient poems. You said that lotus leaves are used to wrap acacia. On the wave of falling stars, lotus leaves will spread their feelings, let a drop of transparent dew moisten the green face, wash the intertwined veins, comb the moonlight into a milky veil, wrap it tightly on a lotus flower, blend with gentle spring water in the deep sleep of sunshine, and implant tenderness into the roots of life. A gust of wind came, and the string sounds floated on the water with the fragrance of lotus flowers. At that time, a woman came from Ling Bo, but I suddenly looked back. The figure of plain clothes's white skirt and those affectionate eyes became a deep white memory that I could not erase all my life. You said you heard the moon singing, but in fact you knew it was your pure acacia singing on the lotus leaf. The maple leaves are red, and you came from afar in a hurry to catch a red leaf appointment. You said that maple leaf is a flame that ignites feelings, and that red color will warm your winter chill and contain your deep affection. No one doubts your feelings, just as everyone believes that love will bring sweetness. You hold the last leaf of the season and hide it in your heart with satisfaction. From then on, you will remember a piece of red acacia in your memory. Then, you can see that the maple leaf is a flying bird. Its wings are full of autumn colors and golden lines, like thoughts drawn from your cocoon, flying lightly in the sky. You shed tears, and there is a blazing light in those tears. This is a calm enthusiasm, a transcendental ecstasy, a song that will fly in your life forever. I don't want a leaf to drift in winter, so I hang it on the branch of my heart. Hold the leaves in your arms, listen to the pulse in the depths of life, and understand that there is a life that needs to be interpreted with your heart. Having a leaf, no matter how old it is, will clearly grasp its context, and everyone will hear that there is a life that has been singing the song of life since the spring when we met.
Cherish a scattered leaf, feed it with the juice of the heart, and see a little life sprout from the bottom of my heart, like a child, drawing the first green and the second green with crayons ... There is a green sound in the blood impacting the wall tube, and every nerve is connected with a green. In the nearest place to the atrium, there is a lush meta-leaf. Close your eyes and let your thoughts dance in the green. I understand that there is only one kind of love in the world that you can never give up, and there is only one kind of life that is always full of vitality, and that is a leaf that grows in your heart. Leaves are life that grows on trees, and they write the love of trees for the sky with colors. Leaves are flowing clouds, flowing in the dreamy sky; The leaf is a drop of clear dew, which moistens Chen Xiaosu's waking eyes. Leaves are dazzling sunshine, illuminating the empty and gloomy mind. Leaves are flightless wings, which grow from the heart of the tree and leave the tree's thoughts in the sky forever. The leaf is a flying butterfly, which will take away the dull and boring mood; Leaves are flying notes, which will drive away lonely and desolate thoughts; The leaf is a love birds, which will sing on the branches of life like an emerald. If leaves are the most basic and primitive place for life, love is the most permanent life hidden in leaves. When you go to Qiu Lai in spring, it will wither and be brilliant.
& lt/SPAN>。 Carve your strength on the seal and leave the door unlocked. Just like last time, I pushed it, but not much went in. I have carved my strength into a seal and stuck red mud on my heart. The fragrance of orchids is also drifting away, vaguely in my sight. Only the old man with a small basket on his back, who picked up the years and feelings in his memory, shone on his face.