I like words with the word "early", and I always feel that they contain purity and abundance. From the first sight of staring, to the persistent and unrepentant initial heart, and then to the first snow floating outside the window, every word is full of emotion, and every word has rhyme, which is beautiful.
The word "initial heart" must be hidden in a girl's shy eyes. That kind of beauty, let you go for a long time, you still remember a person's name, pure and quiet, as clear as the first snow in winter. If the first snow falls in the past and crosses the mountains and rivers, there is not much color in the new picture of those pink willows, leaving only a white, cool heart, which is already greeted with compassion.
When the snow falls, I don't ask where it came from at first and where it will eventually go, leaving only a wisp of cool, freehand brushwork of a poem by Cheng Mei. Leng Yan is fragrant in my life, like a feast, disappearing into the bustling, and finally meeting my original self.
Waiting for you, in the original place, I often think that this sentence must lead to a story I want to tell. At this end of the story, there is a long rainy lane. At the other end of the lane, there is a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella. In the middle of the lane, there is a long miss.
Flowers bloom and fall when we meet, and the world is full of dust. We only comb the initial makeup for one person, lift the long hair and wash away the lead. Your beautiful face, like a half-hidden flower, once decorated my dream. In the depths of a hundred flowers, I broke one alone and hid it in my heart. Open for a year, fall for a year, sit in the twilight, think of the past, sing a song and forget your feelings, but don't forget your lovesickness.
The pink Li Bai in memory, if bleached by years, will become simple one day. For example, a washed and washed cotton and linen dress is so decent and warm, which makes it simple and elegant. There is no yearning for it, and there is no yearning for a day like Sanqiu, just thinking about your good.
If time is a period of time, then all the people who missed it will reunite one day, and all the mistakes will cool down one day, then can you and I go back to the beginning?
If life is just like the first sight, the sun shines on the face and there is a faint fragrance hidden in the petals. Joy in your eyes, like trembling dew on petals, plays a string of bosom friends. I compose music, you make peace, and capture a tender feeling to decorate the shyness of clouds and the fragrance of laughter.
Through the time of flying snow, everyone has a window of missing, reflecting the appearance of Iraqis; Everyone has written a poem about spring, and those affectionate paragraphs have been described one by one, knowing each other and cherishing each other. About the first time, there will always be melancholy superposition. Perhaps, all the' vigorous' in this world can't compare with a timely one, but who says that the beauty of fate must be accompanied by day and night? In the best moment of my life, I saw you, smiled at the eyes of eternal spring, and met you when my love was like a new moon, so it was just right.
Buddha said, looking back 500 years ago, I only got a brush in this life. Then in this life, you happened to come and I happened to be here. It must be a good result of previous life. Then all the years spent with you in this life are the best arrangement of fate.
If you like, I want spring water to decorate your youthful face. If you like, I would like to use snowflakes to render your flowing hair. Maybe we have met all our lives, but we can meet you.
It is the most beautiful flower in my life.
I want to make tea for you and write poems for you all my life. Then, when you send me a grand winter, I will make a cup of green tea, watch the first snow fall to the deepest part of the world of mortals in the warm tea fragrance, copy your original appearance with a thin pen, warm a pot of spirits, sing a Brahma song in my heart, and get drunk in your time.
Write some long sentences and short sentences on a piece of paper. If there is a little word that reminds you of the past, it will not live up to my pious waiting for you; Cut a memory and knit a dress of fate. If there is one needle that makes you feel warm, it is my constant tenderness and attachment.
Fold a flower branch and wait for you. On the way to spring, although winter has just arrived in full dress, I yearn for such an artistic conception. Is there any way to pass by your window and enjoy the same flower fragrance with you in the moonlight?
It seems that all my thoughts have fallen into winter with snowflakes. Because away from the noise, the world is silent, and that miss is so real. If there is a flower that can remind people of first meeting and love, I think it is snowflake. Snowflakes, like butterflies, can't fly across the sea, but they can always fly into a person's heart. As long as the eyebrows are low, the pure white will fall into the eyes with the snowflake, and a person's face will fall into the eyes.
Miss that lonely intersection, miss that time when the lips are red and the teeth are white, miss those. Cherry is red and banana is green. Some people can't say or forget the past, but they cherish it. Suddenly there's someone to think about. Even in winter, there is a spring in their hearts.
When it snows all over the sky, I write poems for you in the far north, with three points of meditation and two points of thinking, which gives me an extra bosom friend. If I were a snowflake, I would be close to your heart and dance in your palm, because with you, time will become what I like.
At the beginning, if it is snow, it is the nourishment of the world of mortals. There will always be some encounters, and the amazing time can't gently accompany each other's lives. Maybe the beauty in the world has a destiny. At that time, you were just in your prime, I was young, the years passed, and the past was vivid, but it was still vivid.
Xu Donglin said that in life, the footprints go deep through a person, and this kind of life has defiled his voice ever since. No matter how many years this person has not seen you, how many streets and cities are separated from you, as long as you think about it, it is still so close, because it is all in time.
If you love someone, you will wait in the same place. Whether you come or not, I will wait for you. Let time pass, and I will treat you as the first time.