I like a quiet person, leaning against the window to watch the falling water in front of the court, watching that ray of sunshine fill the whole room, fragrant grass, blue veins standing out, warm and harmonious; I was lazy all afternoon, so I could write, draw and doodle at will. Just this afternoon, I can make it clear that loneliness in silence is as proud, clean and quiet as lotus; So I broke my heart, banished my thoughts, turned quiet words into poems, and made a meaningful love for that prosperous period.
Time is always heavy, for you, for me, every time I turn around, I will leave us with a picture like a castle peak; Whether it is parting or gathering, it is a bustling scene; Time flows quietly, peacefully and quietly. In such a quiet time, you can quietly taste a cup of green tea, read past worries, and recall childhood innocence and simple wishes, just a candy and a new hairpin. ...
In a long time, I will think of you, the heart that once swore to each other and was moved by it. If you can, if you can, go back in time, would you choose never to meet again? Simple questions and hard-to-answer ideas fell silent. In the seemingly fleeting wind, quietly away, gradually blurred. The past is like smoke, the heart sounds are ups and downs, and the platform is ups and downs, all of which have changed their appearance ... only the pure beauty of the heart is left. Gently press the heart sound, sort out the words, and in this square character, continue the context of the once beautiful lips!
Time is in a hurry, and a few strands of white hair have quietly jumped into the queue; And those small trees planted grow into towering trees in time; Colorful streets, freshly painted. Buildings, dazzling commercial streets, and various snacks always feel that the pace is fast when walking here. Time flies, time flies, and everything changes so fast. Before it's too late, it has already started to be updated and will leave one by one.
Therefore, I always hope that time will be slower and slower. Let me have a good look at you, so that I can read and write poems for you here, accompany you to see the spring flowers, autumn moon and winter snow in Xia Feng, walk through every corner of time together, and slowly see through the scenery; Then, in the watery years, it is positioned as a lotus flower, which blooms quietly and alone, conveying the beautiful jokes of the past bit by bit. I don't want to be wonderful every time, but I hope that a beautiful woman will stay in my heart forever and talk quietly with the years.
Quietly chatting about time, holding a handful of water to forget the year and talking to myself; Can you forget each other's incense drops, whether they will go away with time, erase the fireworks of that day, pull away from each other's eyes, cut off everything from now on, and then there will be no life and peace; I can't be born again. I will only draw my own picture in my own fairy tale, lock a smile, bloom for you, be intoxicated by fragrance, wait for you quietly, sit quietly in time, look down at the fleeting time, and freeze everything in my heart forever.
The prosperity of this season is coming to an end. In the depths of the years, there are countless deep feelings of looking back and many real and pure jokes. When the wind boils in the rain, we can taste them. Those deep and shallow, drifting away, childhood songs have been sung countless times, and the ignorance of youth is reflected again and again in a warm cup. Time flies, turning around is about to be empty and fall into the dust; I may have had it before. It was folded and stored. It was covered with dust and difficult to read. Everything should disappear at any time!
Fold up the time, write a poem in quiet words, sit quietly, talk shallowly and walk shallowly with the attitude of a lotus flower. In the center of the painting axis of time, overlooking the Mae and the top of the mountain, all kinds of beauty are in shallow silence, showing a kind of tranquility and a trace of warmth; When it is a faint plain brocade, it is leisurely and comfortable, flowing in the mountains and rivers, beside the grass and green water; The fragrance of fleeting time is like the fragrance of a city, thyme. I was drunk for fleeting time, drunk on the day in Na Yue.
Look around quietly, feel deeply attached, enjoy the dribs and drabs of time, listen to the clear rhyme when the butterfly stops, and the tenderness under the eyebrows. The past twists one by one, warm mountains and warm waters, turning thousands of times, turning around and talking about time, I believe everything will not go far!