The lotus pond in July, the most intoxicating lakes and mountains, flows in the sunshine and moon shadow. Your letter, the cherry embroidered white skirt beside the waterfall spray, has a nice smile. You said, the mountain is so cold! Lv Yun is generally covered with the crown of ancient trees, and a corner of the cool pool is a lotus flower.
At that time, I was busy in the hospital where I worked. Lotus, yes, the most elegant and cool in midsummer. On the rest day, I went to the moonlight on the lotus pond in Sioux City. Thousands of flowers are green and beautiful, and each flower is like your bright eyes and teeth! When I got back to the hospital, it was windy, and I had a lotus flower in my heart, and the medicine incense in my hand blessed the healing light!
In June, your wrist skirt hides the fragrance of gardenias and orchids! You wrote that you went to the ancient town today, by the stone bridge in the alley, and the grandmother who sold flowers picked the fairest flowers in early summer! I am suffering from continuous rainy days, and my mood is impetuous and depressed. Your flowers, green leaves, are fragrant.
On the corner of the park, gardenias are in bloom. I'll go and see them. You're right, it's best to get rid of dryness and annoyance, and flowers are in harmony with nature. I brought back a gardenia, a plain porcelain lamp and a jade leaf flower, which is fragrant and elegant! Look at the atrium woven by rain, the blue tiles and white walls, and the brewed tea, and experience the natural coolness of the soul!
In May, you folded a pink rose in a book of poems and told me that the courtyard walls of the community were full of rose and pink wild roses, and your new article was also in the new issue of the magazine. What a happy day! In the distance, the wind is blowing the wheat waves, and the light purple tung flowers silently fall on the well, slowly coming in the breeze in early summer. You hired Christine Jing Ya, holding a piece of plain paper, and told me in detail how to be as pious as a butterfly and do chanting every day. The lines shining with the wisdom of sages are the most free and wonderful quiet enjoyment when the soul returns from the noise.
I stood at the window and saw pomegranate in full bloom. Birds pranced and turned a page. It was Tagore's Birds. I calm down, write and read poems, just want to be closer to you! Wild roses generally bloom on you. It is not only your beautiful face that is gentle and moving, but also the gorgeous poems that fall on the paper. The wisdom and calmness that sink in my heart are all my pursuits!
In April, the spring is deep. When I wake up in the morning, I see a curtain of purple flowers, which are wisteria! You sent a message on WeChat saying that there is good news. do you want to hear it ? You can see your happiness through the screen. You shoot a wisteria flower, there are many purple butterflies, like flower fairies falling into the earth! "Your wisteria article was published! It is the first issue with my "Snow in the South of the Yangtze River"! " The result is such a surprise. I said loudly that I want to send a circle of friends!
Two people who know each other by words have never met before, but it seems that they have known each other for many years and have known each other and advised each other. You dragged me to chase the holy light in the lonely time, chasing the wind like two teenagers, without thinking about twists and turns, just giving my fireworks-like thoughts to the pen! Yes, it's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, but we must find something we like to do. Everything around people is actually the most ordinary beauty. We should write this beauty into words and show it to ourselves, so we should write it well! You picked up a falling wisteria flower and said to give it to your city, together with spring!
In March, the camellias outside your yard fell. Peaches and plums are in full bloom, apricot blossoms are slightly rainy, and Jiangnan people will smoke. You twisted a camellia and told me that the sound image of rustling falling flowers was the sound of tears. The first batch of fallen flowers in early spring put a grand and solemn end to the cold in winter with a beautiful gesture. From then on, the world began to be beautiful and spring was bright!
You still said with a tearful smile, let's break the willows and win the battle. We won't miss every blossom this year, and we don't have to wait for the next season's roses to send to our friends! You write poems, praise magnolia and praise begonia. I write, praise you!
In February, the yellow core of the fragrant goose blended into the fragrant group, and the wind seemed a little cold. You said that the magnolia buds in front of the door are in full bloom, and then a few days of warm wind will be blown to bask in the sun, and the snow-white purple jade lamp will fly with the children's butterfly kites.
I know, you want to go for an outing. Wait a few days, rape bowls and bean curd are crowded with farmers' gardens, and your letter will arrive as scheduled with some golden cauliflower and some grass fragrance! The poem you write at the vernal equinox must be printed with dandelion or viola yedoensis. Spring is coming, you must be looking forward to the beautiful scenery of early cherry blossoms or late cherry blossoms!
There are February orchids and January plums, the lightest blue and the clearest plum fragrance. Little Daisy poked her head into the frozen soil. You said the scarf of cherry was warm, and your light camel coat wished me happiness and peace in the sound of firecrackers!
Your letter has finally arrived. I didn't wait long to watch the stars cover the night on a cold night. This is a faint scent of wintersweet. You said that when you sent the letter, you seemed to hear the sound of an icebreaker paddling, and the sound of fish swimming back in Dongting Lake echoed. I smiled, yes, the sunrise in Taihu Lake turned over the snow waves in Wan Li, and the buds of Biluochun were brewing the gentlest fragrance in the drizzle!
Years are long, and in the morning light of each season, I slowly read every letter of yours. With the sound of flowers, the fragrance is faint, and the friendship is growing wildly!
The snow on the paper you wrote first falls in your heart and then in your poems, and your letter falls in the flowers and then on my pillow! Mobile teenager, every frame of your face has been posted on my heart wall with the mood at that time or at this time!
You said that cultivation and harvest are the real happiness of fireworks and mortals! Yes, Wenyou's best friend is you! When you are in a bad mood, the therapist is also you! When everything encounters a bottleneck and hesitates, I can safely say that it is you who refuels! Lagerstroemia indica has opened the sky in midsummer, and the Millennium is quietly frosting. Looking forward to your next letter, soaked in the fragrance of cinnamon, from the south!