In the morning, a ray of winter sun comes in through the window and falls into the study. The cool breath... carries the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums, and the freshly brewed Ziyang tea in the cup exudes an alluring aroma. . There is a faint fragrance flowing in the air, and there is always a hint of warmth in the light orange light. The scene of falling flowers will always linger in front of my eyes. The scene is beautiful and stunning. Those breaths left in life and those thoughts deep in my bones are still lingering in my heart.
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Time flies by, and the years creep up on my shoulders without my noticing, leaving only narrow corridors. Standing on the branches in late winter, searching for familiar figures. Facing the square-inch screen, let your fingertips dance on the keyboard, let your mind flow through the words, let the past flow with the wind, let peace and elegance enter your arms, and your thoughts will begin to fill with that faint fragrance. When the wind of memory gently passes through my heart again, the chrysanthemums in the garden bloom on the branches again. Walking among them, the flowers are like songs along the way, and the desolation is also accompanying me like a shadow. The disappointed look cannot cover up the too many expectations in my heart. The beautiful encounter, the smile deep in the bright eyes, flows quietly on the fingertips in the time, gently twisting a wisp of euphemism of the soul, to dress up a beautiful time, letting the past mixed with the light fragrance of books, moisturizing the heart full of thoughts. . The ignorance of youth and the expectations cherished in our hearts seem to have been hidden deep in our hearts for thousands of years. The years of youth are filled with passion and dreams, as well as beautiful and moving poems from the bottom of my heart. The soft whispers under the peach blossom tree speak of endless love. Our happy footprints have been left in the labor field, in the hall of the conference room, and on the wooden chairs in the reading room. Looking back, I always feel that there is a colorful little flower blooming in my heart, which will make my mood move forward with my fingertips, twisting the most beautiful time into a strange note, flowing quietly in the time. Thank you for allowing you to spend the most beautiful time with me. Use your fingertips to record beautiful moments. Walking among the flowers and songs, the desolation is like a shadow, gently twisting a ray of euphemism in the soul, the wind blowing through the charm between the low eyebrows and the smile, it makes my heart beat so much, there is an indescribable feeling of hazy beauty in my life. , it’s just the ethereal and lively artistic conception, the fleeting years, filled with the first beautiful encounter
The morning mist is filled, the mind is like a vine, the thoughts bloom quietly in such a winter morning, lingering and lingering , the shallow thoughts come with the wind, singing softly in this winter like fallen leaves. The thoughts scattered on the ground are wrapped around the fingertips, drowning thousands of prosperity, and the soft morning mist pours into the soft beauty of this winter morning. When contemplation becomes a habit, everything is so illusory and yet so real. This feeling passes through my heart again, and that warm color colors my world.
Gently caressing the strings of thoughts, there is no trace of resentment or melancholy. The pot of chrysanthemums in the study looked at me silently, and I could feel the tacit understanding between me and it. The indifference and calmness in its eyes made me feel the existence of love. The mood is like this, ups and downs, bit by bit, thread by thread. In this plain time, as if deep in the morning light, the image created, which has been unable to come out for a long time, seems to have a kind of frightening magic power. When Luo Ji touched the cold keyboard with his fingertips. With a faint fragrance, I write down my chance encounter with you, let all the sadness begin to escape, and let the colors decorate my inner strength. Opening the half-open and half-closed book, many fading memories turned out to be so familiar, so real, and vivid. The years of love-making continue to unfold in the series of heart-wrenching dramas.
The scenery of the years will always be filled with colorful fragments. Whether you are willing to string them together or not, those memorable scenes will always appear in your mind inadvertently and settle into unforgettable memories. On the riverbank of time, if you grab a handful of sand, how much time and how many memories are like the fine sand in your hands, slipping easily without leaving any trace. Looking back on the past, it suddenly seems like a dream, and everything in the past is like a passing cloud.
A wisp of tea fragrance comes, tapping the lonely stained window. In the winter time, the eyes are full of sadness and desolation, and all the sentimentality is taken away with a piece of tenderness. The oath bloomed proudly on the street corner, and the decisive distance between the eyes was unmeasurable from now on. Those faint thoughts and shallow wounds are entangled with the soul and share all the happiness. Perhaps a beautiful encounter is destined somewhere, floating in the fragments, writing about the prosperity of a lifetime, and sighing the sadness of the end.
The agarwood of time spreads in my heart, and the passing past is rooted in my heart. Bit by bit, in the silent time, there is a bit of loss and a bit of helplessness. In the depths of memory, those resentful and clear eyes will always appear. That startling glimpse is the truest thing that can be said in words. The past is like a dream but it is yesterday, how can the passage of time be like a song? There is nothing you can do, don't say that deep love leads to many heartbreaks, only that being sentimental is better than being ruthless. Leaving the door of time lightly, picking up a touch of fragrance, you will always feel that the beauty of meeting blooms like an orchid in the bottom of your heart, warming the feeling of longing in your heart.
At that time, time flowed away quietly like water, taking away too much beauty inadvertently. As the seasons turn, flowers bloom like songs along the way, and desolation follows us like a shadow. Some are strong and will only become mature after experiencing everything. When you look up outside the window, there is always a meter of sunshine, and time is lightly painted with a wordless poem. The lintel of memory will always be lightly painted on the letterhead inadvertently, and those hurried past will always be quietly followed by the quietness of the night. Knocking on the floodgates of memory.
The past fleeting years are filled with thoughts about life, the longing for that infatuated love, like a touching poem, as vivid as a picture scroll. Indescribable warmth, there is always a feeling in my heart! Some are strong and will only become mature after experiencing everything. The flowers, plants and trees that had lost their lushness stood silently in the sharp north wind. I could feel the loneliness deep in their hearts. The wind blows by, the sky is blue, and the fragrance is bright and beautiful hanging in front of the window. Poetry enters painting with a gentle touch, and the aftertaste is long over the years. The water-like years are written with attachment to the past, and I am moved by every encounter. It is the most beautiful fate in life. At that time, time once again brought us to the starting point, with less complaints and more warmth. When the soothing music wrapped around my fingertips, I quietly drank it alone, and the fallen ink produced fragrance. As the warm sun rises in the morning, it lingers in my heart, and my soft and shallow state of mind flows quietly.
Such a winter morning is particularly clear and dazzling. I like the faint light of the blue mountains, which can make all my thoughts fly in the sky. The wind is coming gently, my heart is at peace for the first time, the path will be full of red sunset, and the mirror, flowers, water and moon will be at my fingertips. I like the quiet time of this winter morning, which calms my impetuous mind. The clear night sky was without a trace of cloud or fog, and was as deep as a mirror. The gentle fragrance of the chrysanthemums around you comes quietly with the smell of fresh earth, embracing the soft fresh air.
Twist a bud of time, bloom quietly in the long years, let the memories of time be fragrant with the faint feelings of the past, pick up a thin pen, write endless tenderness, recite a clear poem, tell I miss you endlessly, and I really want to spend my whole life writing a poem for you. Twist a wisp of brightness and apply it on the brow, hang a piece of tranquility in your ears, pick up a piece of greenery to listen to the years, and play a piece of flowing music to quietly enjoy the fragrance of flowers. Use time as the pen, years as the paper, love as the rhythm, and emotion as the tone, writing from romance to plainness. Another season of floral fragrance is brewing, with a sense of calmness and relaxation, a wisp of light fragrance of daisies, away from the complicated hustle and bustle, quietly sharing a leisurely time of Yunshui Zen.
In those far away time, those long-lost waiting, those stranded thoughts, will eventually enrich all the years between writing and writing. Walking through the years, singing quietly in the joy of time, reliving old dreams in the cycle of seasons. Time weaves rain, years sew flowers, and after the stormy waves, I gradually realize that nothing can be forced. While time dilutes all the past, it also makes us learn to cherish and be grateful... With a shallow heart, we always dream of being away from all the hustle and bustle of the world, quietly watching the flowers bloom and fall, smiling at the clouds, and wandering in the deep winter. During the season, let the lingering past drift away with the wind, leaving you with the timeless agarwood. Time is a song that can never be sung, and time is a book that can never be finished. The years we spent together were filled with the happiness that friendship brought to me. No matter how the years change, that sincere friendship is like the blossoming cherry blossoms and has been deeply embedded in my heart. Hold a wisp of warm fragrance in your heart, keep company with true feelings and friendship, there is a kind of encounter not on the road, but in your heart. Whether time is used to recall or forget, many memories exude a unique flavor as time goes by. When you quietly reflect on it, you will find that we should learn to forget pain and remember gratitude. Looking back at the greenery over the years, it is still showing its brightness there. Mature elegance settles down in the passing time.
Looking out the window, the sycamore tree downstairs is gently swaying in the morning breeze, while the chrysanthemum next to me is still staring at me, maybe it is guessing what I am thinking. When my hand touches its light yellow petals, I can feel its expectation, quietly climbing onto my fingertips. Many people or things have passed through the baptism of time, and some will gradually fade away, while others will remain. Hidden deep in my heart. I like to let my thoughts fly with the wind in this quiet winter morning, and enjoy the reverie and tranquility brought to me by a touch of light fragrance. A wisp of wind blows by, bringing with it a faint fragrance. Whether this encounter is a blessing or a curse? Everyone hopes to record those beautiful and touching moments with their fingertips. Life is beautiful, but time is short. In the time that fades away, no matter whether it is sincere and unforgettable, it will leave a warm past in the past. Warm a cup of tea, and appreciate life carefully in the aroma of tea.