The vagaries of life can't be said to be long, but it's not too short. My years, you let me appreciate in the ordinary, appreciate the soul in the extraordinary. A leaf with clear veins, red flowers scattered all over the floor, a cloud as white as snow, and a Hua Die dancing freely are all worthy of appreciation and in-depth taste.
Don't walk too fast. If you walk too fast, you will often ignore a lot. If you chase ahead blindly, the scenery on the roadside will flash by, just skimming and jumping in a hurry. In the end, it seems that there is nothing. I like to slow down properly and stop and go. I not only take the road ahead seriously, but also occasionally stop to look at the beautiful scenery. Keep it in mind and my soul will be noble, because the road is not boring. Along the way, every place I have been has left my residual body temperature, and there will be many meaningful things in my years.
I like fluent words. Time can't stand a blow, but words can explain time incisively and vividly. Stroke through the paper and gently sing sincere words. These words come together to form a river, which sublimates the years under the sunshine; Another example is the warm apricot blossom drizzle in Jiangnan, which gently beats the clock of time and slowly washes away the floating dust and lead in the years; Weave into dense Shu embroidery, stitch by stitch, weave the mood into time, weave into quiet years.
Photographers shine the years into the sunrise, painters paint the years into the blue sky, musicians put the years into the music of the soul, and a writer writes her years into Mo Yun's elegant book.
Be a Hua Die, wander in the flower of life, dance in the quiet beauty of the years, and sing in the freedom under the green trees.
Years are quiet, you can sing and cherish.
Years are quiet and good prose and poetry 2 Summer night, holding a cool hand in the palm of your hand.
Moonlight, sprinkled on blooming flowers.
Through the narrow gap in the curtain
I can't see clearly whether that flower is happy or sad.
With the direction of the wind, memories travel through old times.
I started wandering in your city again.
So, those subtle pains in life.
Right where you have been.
You are far away, and so is my dream.
Distance blown away by the wind
It will always be a place where my thoughts dare not touch.
So beautiful and so hurt.
The wind of the years has taken away a flower.
Also withered those beautiful past.
A net closely woven with love silk
After all, I can't catch the torrent of parting.
The time you have passed is like spring.
With the fragrance of flowers.
I still can't get out of the place where I met.
I'm afraid of getting lost, I'm afraid of getting lost, I'm afraid of forgetting.
The city slept so peacefully in the light.
And missing is still looking around in the poem.
In the faint moonlight
Show all the hidden secrets one by one.
A shower of flowers soaked the fragrance of fleeting time.
The lush past still blooms in my memory.
If the water is 3 thousand, the world of mortals will rise.
I just hope that the years will be quiet and you will be fine.