My spring
Spring is the comfort of our hearts.
In the spring of March, the spring is full.
We feel the breath of spring.
From this time on.
We have more expectations for spring.
A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning.
We place our greatest hope on the whimsy of spring.
Write green into the most beautiful dream.
Giving gifts to the earth and letting them fly to the blue sky and spring is our spiritual comfort.
In the spring of March, the spring is full.
We feel the breath of spring.
From this time on.
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There is a story about you and me in spring.
More with the cultivation and hope of spring.
Standing on a stranger in spring
Bathe in the warm sunshine.
What you can't stay is the most beautiful time.
If time can stay at the moment when we first met.
You are still you, and I am still me.
It's still so nice to meet.
In our imagination, spring.
You always see it for the first time.
I don't want to write my own words for a long time
Life is too quiet and people are too cold.
Some people seem to have an appointment
Turn around and leave at the same fork in the road.
Things have changed, and times have changed.
Many people and things will fade away.
However, what belongs to you is always waiting for you.
It's not yours, and retention doesn't taste like that.
The sky is blue and the water is light.
Leaning against the vines in spring, the wind is shallow, stealing half a day's leisure in life.
I like basking in the sun.
Make a pot of hot tea, like the music single cycle.
Then it's like walking into the ocean of books and the world of flowers.
Encounter a warm line of fine print, indulge in reverie.
Some people say that the most beautiful time is on the road.
I said, the most beautiful time has always been in my heart.
On the journey of life, the heart should always maintain an elegant posture.
Laugh at the spring flowers, but look at the white clouds scattered on the horizon.
In life, I will cherish what belongs to me.
I will forget and stay away from things that don't belong to me.
Don't worry about yourself in this impetuous world.
Life is like a cup of tea.
Know yourself in cold and warm, and learn to have fun in pain.
The days are vegetarian and the sunshine is warm.
Mountain riding, water riding.
Hurry up, why is the stormy day not a kind of happiness?
Looking up is the blue sky, and looking down is a hundred flowers.
Resist loneliness and remain ordinary.
One mountain and one water in the future
Go ahead by yourself.
Catch every bit of life.
All the joys and sorrows.
To practice, to feel and to change.
Slowly you will find that happiness is always around us.
Never left, so close, so far away.
Walk on the road of life
There are always some people we will never forget.
There's always a way.
That's a wound that you can't touch inside.
Maybe, a song, a sentence.
Will remind you of the past.
Those years full of passion and ideals
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
Perhaps, you have passed a strange street corner.
See a familiar figure
Tell yourself that person seems to have loved himself.
From then on, everyone you fall in love with looks like her.
There was a familiar melody in my ear.
Like a familiar voice.
It's the voice that once warmed my heart.
Flowing in my ear again
Sit quietly
Listen to the whispers of the heart.
I sighed in the depths of my soul.
It is a kind of sobriety that sees through the world of mortals.
It is a new life after the bath of nirvana, and it is the awakening of all dharma and emptiness.
Simple life, leisurely walk.
Have a kind and sincere love, indifferent and happy.
Let's cherish the beauty of all this.
Sunshine, air, mountains and rivers, blue sky
It is free and easy to enjoy.
This is also the most precious.
In a simple time
Pick up the good old days.
Hold a poem in your arms.
Singing and doing, stop and cherish.
With the noise of the world
Keep peace and quiet.
Laughing in the green mountains and green waters is bittersweet to life.
Walking at the fork of time
We may love the wrong person.
We may do something wrong.
But no matter how many times you fail.
We will eventually find the right person in our mistakes.
And what suits you.
Don't expect success.
Sometimes it is more rewarding to wait.
I turned around a few times and fell a few times.
Life will give you the right answer sooner or later.
commemorate
No matter how much pain you go through.
We must go on unswervingly.
Cherish fate and be happy with it.
Do not retain, do not deliberately
Everything was predestined, so I was lucky to lose my life.
Coming is accidental, and going is inevitable.
Each of us is just a speck of dust in this three thousand-year world.
Be true to yourself, have no place to live, and bloom peacefully in vitality.
After reading all kinds of life, I know that people are rare and cherish life.
No more regrets, cut a quiet beauty.
Let the ordinary life be as light as water, and cherish the beautiful day in front of you.
The time along the way has become an unforgettable past.
The four seasons keep flowing, and the vegetation changes year by year.
However, things are impermanent and changing rapidly.
There is always so much helplessness in life, which makes people sad.
If possible
Please allow me to use the rest of my spare time
Talk about an eternal love with life.
How many years are safe and sound, picking a lotus flower is a piece of time.
Speak your mind, twist a finger on the flower and make a lasting love!
This spring, there are you, me, flowers and grass.
There are stories that belong to us.
spring
Flowers are like clouds.
Cao Fang Tuxin
Turn to three seasons
you
Just like the beginning.
Qing feng fu mian
Moisten eyebrows with drizzle
Insomnia for three nights
I
Beauty seems to be declining.
impurity
And not charming.
Concentrate for three seconds.
mood
Drunk as wine
Come for you.
Insomnia for you
More than Sanqiu.
memory
That smells better than cologne.
ring out the Old Year and ring in the New Year
The news remains the same.
Modern poetry
Forget about spring.
An abandoned courtyard on a spring night
The breeze sings in a dream.
Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.
Someone has returned to his hometown.
If there is moonlight on my pillow
I won't be able to sleep tonight
Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart
Dance my black eyes.
Every time I look up at the blue sky
Clouds float where they once fell.
Every time I embrace the night
The stars twinkle in the farthest place.
Want to shed a few tears under the lamp
Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak
Leave the warm and soft bed
I don't know who spring is waiting for.
You are under the bright window.
Thinking about love in spring
Think of autumn frost
Thinking of all the sweet flowers.
I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.
Cry secretly
Laugh quietly
Slowly forget your heart.
Forgotten spring
Candlelight forgotten for missing
Or lonely hope?
In the small forest of the city
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Push open the door of spring
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Spring this year
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Rain passes through my chest.
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf