The most beautiful April day in the world has made me drunk for thousands of years. A valley is hard to understate, and the wind is beating a beautiful face, charming to the fingertips. Will flow like running water, draw into the world of mortals, and witness this love of life and death. A tree of begonia, swaying gracefully, attracts bees and butterflies with fragrance; A tree with apricot blossoms, willows smoking and feathers fluttering, is a Hua Meng. Glass-like moonlight, full of moonlight and water practice, strolls in front of flowers and becomes a beautiful poem, and a spring water is full of thoughts.
Lin Dao: "I said that you are an April day on earth, and laughter illuminates the four sides; The bright soul dances and changes in the glory of spring. " Walking through the world of mortals, I read the infinite scenery. The most unforgettable April day is gentle and quiet, and I love the clouds at the beginning of April. The sky in April is always blue, and you can see white clouds like cotton candy, flowing freely in the blue sky and never getting tired of seeing them. In this most dreamy and poetic season, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the gentle breeze blows away a beautiful dream, swaying on your branches. The afterglow of the sunset brings us into the amber world.
April, I was moved. When I put my hands together and put them on my chest, I was intoxicated with the tranquility of Dantian, and let my long-lost heart return again, to April, to nature and to a better life. In the sacred and wonderful April, when the wind blows, it is best to hold a pen and write poems and lyrics; When the moon is full, I wander around and miss everything. The fascinating April has taught me that although there is still plenty of time to enjoy, I can't squander it without restraint, and life is short. We should seize the "April Day" of every season. I want to use the most affectionate pen and ink, the first memory and the first hope to preserve the most beautiful April day in the world and hold it in my hand! Fight the wings of the sky and fly my dreams, because April has given me infinite power to find light in the dark.
It is another quiet night, quietly feeling the tenderness of April, and April is about to leave. I really can't bear to part with her four seasons, and it disappears quietly at my fingertips. With clumsy words, I gently tell you that I deeply love this world, and the most beautiful years are flowing in my pen and warm in my heart. Even if I sigh sometimes, I can't drink the vicissitudes of life. Because of the tender and flawless April, in my world, there is a clear sky in Wan Li that will never be cloudy, and there is no sadness of romantic affairs.
Where the world of mortals is slightly rainy, leaning against the window is like water flowing through the years, and the autumn is on the pillow, and the toad lays the early strings. Cherry blossoms everywhere, full of begonia, painted the most beautiful picture of the world of mortals in April; With a beautiful Qingyuan, express the love of April, gather a few wisps of breeze, accompany the bright moon to dream, and leave the last stroke for April. Let's meet in April. At this time next year, we will still be in the same place, drinking and reciting poems, bathing in the moonlight, being lovers, enjoying the romance before and after the flowers, and telling each other the pain of missing each other for a year. Please promise not to keep me waiting too long.
A thousand turns of melancholy can't stop the sadness that April is about to leave, and it can't draw a picture of first acquaintance. Thanks to the April fairy, I have enriched my years. Memories for many years, still beautiful and clear. You are here and I am here, witnessing the most beautiful April and the spring that teenagers are looking forward to. The last ray of warm sun in April is in my heart. The April wind struck the strings in my heart, which is a complex that has been difficult to solve for many years. I can't be as simple as my mind.
The flowers outside the window, drizzling among the flowers, are exquisite and crystal clear under the refraction of sunlight, and the smiling face in the prism is the most unforgettable lush appearance in my life. Shallow meets deep, if you are well, it will be sunny. The wheel of years has run over the wind and frost of years, and the flowers have passed away, as if they had found a spiritual conversion in poetic April.