Life is happy, beautiful and happy. Everything that this beautiful world brings.
Beautiful nature brings us fresh air, gives us green and moistens our eyes.
The endless green life is so colorful and lovely. This is what nature has dedicated to all of us.
Compassion, warmth, laughter. This can make this beautiful world more beautiful and colorful.
Disaster, with warm feelings, is beautiful and happy, which is a kind of discrimination against disaster and represents that we are not afraid of disaster.
Sad person, I can understand your feelings, because I once had your feelings.
But when we imagine tomorrow, maybe we will see the light.
Affection is the closest emotion to us. In the face of affection, I will be happy, I will laugh, because I feel it, I feel it.
I once read such a sentence in the article Watch, which deeply touched me. You stand at this end of the path and watch him fade away at the corner of the path. Moreover, he silently tells you with his back that there is no need to chase.
This passage left a deep impression on me. Yes, parents are our closest people. But one day, we will break free from their arms, get rid of them, take our own path and go our own way.
Yes, some roads can only be taken by one person. Some things can only be done by one person.
My great and selfless parents, what can I do for you? When I left, you were watching over me. You are the people who hate me the most.
Yes, the relationship and fate between parents and children just drifted away and disappeared in this gaze.
My dear parents, what can I do for you? When I was sad, you comforted me and told me that nothing mattered, but the fate between us and our family ties.
Today, I take a bus. On the road, I saw an old man sitting in an old scooter with some goods behind him, and I didn't know what to do. Taking up the bus lane, the driver kept making noise and told him to leave.
Grandfather's expression was extremely sad and pitiful. He bowed his head and apologized to the driver again and again. He drove the car away quickly, and then let our car go on. However, when I was next to the bus, I saw grandpa sitting in the scooter and watching the bus we took. His expression is still very sad, pitiful and sad.
I was immediately moved and filled with emotion. I don't know why, but I deeply feel that sad people feel so unspeakable.
Lyric Prose on April Day in the World 2 If time can go back, I will, I will write all the tender spring words for you; If life could be repeated, I would, I would sing all the most beautiful love songs for you. However, there is no if in life, whether you like it or not, time always flies by, and the years are always like water.
Because of you, I like words. I like to record bits and pieces about you when I am lonely, melt warm memories and thoughts in every word, and then laugh alone.
Because of you, I am no longer afraid of loneliness and night. Every lonely night, my heart will insert wings and come to you with the breeze, bringing you a warm moonlight.
I sing poems for you, write lyrics for you, and drink the loneliness of the fleeting time for you, so that you will no longer be sad when you are red. I know you are a sad woman. Flowers bloom and fall, and when the moon is full, there will be a faint sadness in the corner of the eye. You said it was not because of loneliness, not because of loneliness, but because of innate melancholy. I read your inner melancholy from your words, and your world is always in a hurry.
You are a talented woman, and you are an April elf. Your melancholy words are as proud as you, and your jumping thinking is as quaint as you. You like winter and snow. You said that winter breeds hope and creates miracles. Because winter is deep and spring is warm. Well, I understand. But I don't understand why a sunny woman like you is always so sad.
Sometimes, I am moved by your beautiful words and often immersed in your stories. I don't know who you are. Have you ever been stung by years? Reading you in the vicissitudes of life, you also become a sentimental song.
However, you inadvertently walked into my world and into my April day. Since then, my world is full of sunny days, and my fleeting time is full of flowers.
Love is on earth in April!
I don't know how to change the world in April, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. No matter how the seasons change, it is the most beautiful time if there is scenery in your heart. In April, the spring is strong and the time is gorgeous. A beautiful rain in March ushered in a sunny and gorgeous April day on earth.
For me, yesterday is like a dream, and tomorrow is like a shadow, but living in a beautiful today can turn every yesterday into a happy dream and every tomorrow into a mirage full of hope. No matter how time flies and things change, I only hope that the peach blossom will still smile at the spring breeze in the light years. Great and arduous work is accomplished by persistence and patience, and a bright future is accomplished by unremitting efforts.
I hope my words are the elves dancing solo at the fingertips and the key to opening the window of the soul. The sun is like fire, deep and meaningful. The sun is bright and warm. Sprinkle happiness on the sad sunflower! Let every ray of starlight and sunshine bear my good wishes: it has bloomed in spring!
Words are speechless, a deep feeling, a fragrant flower, quietly enters the heart; Love is like passion, the shade is appropriate, and the fragrance is overflowing. The mood is slightly blue, Fu Qiuyun, the ink language is silk, and a simple note is woven, which makes the warm encounter gorgeous, the music refers to incense, the words are twisted into flowers, and the words are filled with the blue waves of love, and the words become poems; Let the warmth of golden times in the past be filled with love and fragrance. The only wish: in the time of friendship, what you know and what I know is warmth; In the meeting of space, you are there and I am there. This is Miko Wu; On the completion of the text, as long as there are words and notes, it is safe; In friendship, there are thoughts, that is, knowing each other!
In April, spring is blooming and colorful. In this flowery spring, spring is full of meaning and colorful, with the blessing of spring, condensing the expectation of spring: flying the imagination of spring and harvesting the wish of spring. I just want to be proud of the spring breeze! Spring is full! Spring flowers are brilliant, full of spring! I hope my life is as bright as spring, and it will always be April on earth!
Lyric Prose of April Day on Earth 4. The rain has gone, the morning dew is white, and the small building listens to spring and looks at flowers. This is an April day on earth. Bathed in a spring rain, several unknown flowers in the small garden downstairs are so beautiful, just like your warm smile in the sun. ...
Gently pour a cup of new tea, and through the tip of the tongue, the fragrance is refreshing. Through this prosperous spring, I quietly combed the past memories, but I can't forget the feast of youth! A person, a lifetime, the most beautiful scene is probably the same. Looking back over and over again, I always want to see a small picture about you. An expression, a slight anger and a smile can make me overjoyed; A brush, a silent care, can make me regain the scattered fragrance; A back and a pair of bright eyes like water are enough to haunt my thoughts all my life.
Miss and attachment are like an April flower born from the same root, surging, but staggered in the long river of years, silent, but full of branches. I have stopped and looked back a thousand times, but I still can't talk about that time! Missing will eventually be scattered in the fleeting time? Look at all kinds of things and laugh at all kinds of things in the past, but what can't be erased is the obsession: accompany you to the end of the world, experience too long hardships, and see the world with the same belief.
Belonging to our prosperity, we haven't experienced the romance of holding your hand for a long time, and it's already a sad time to meet again! Once I had settled down in the dark, dreaming of living with you in the flowery mountains and rivers, quietly watching the flowing water; I dreamed of holding Artemisia with you in the willow curtain of the stream and savoring the Cambridge breakup; Dreaming of cutting candles with you and gently telling the story of the rainy night; I dream of holding an oil-paper umbrella with you and indulging in the misty rain and poetry in the south of the Yangtze River. Dreams are dreams after all, but the fleeting time has already secretly changed the two lines of clear tears in my ears when I woke up.
Will we meet again? At that time, the years turned over, talking and laughing, and everything was normal. Now I am wandering in the tide of memories alone. How hopeful I am. At that time, you were always with me, but Xifeng was alone! Mo Tao's time is unbearable, and the faint fragments always dissipate. Look at this bustling 3,000 people, isn't it ordinary? Scattered, scattered, disappeared like fireworks, leaving a bright moon quietly illuminating the horizon in the Leng Yan.
In this life, if you are well, isn't it April for me?
Every day, I always think of you, your face, your figure and your words inadvertently. I haven't heard from you for more than two months, and the pictures on QQ have always been gray. I'm not as anxious as before, but I'm worried about you again ... I can only hope I'm dreaming. I can only hope that Jinger is working hard for her dream and can't take care of the baby for the time being. Whenever I think about it, I feel very gratified.
I want to know whether you stayed in Datong or went to Shanghai. No matter where we go, our feelings will not be cut off, but will get deeper and deeper with the passage of time. It's the season when grass grows and warblers fly, and it's April again. Bright sunshine and warm spring breeze, as if mixed with your breath, sprinkled in every corner of my heart …
In the air after the rain, there is the smell of earth, hazy air and wet land. I stood at the window, watching you in this April rain. The new buds of willow grow day by day in the wind. In a few days, catkins will float down like flying snow, covering everyone's hair and shoulders. Would you like to be one of them and watch my every move under the blue sky? Or fall on my shoulders, my hair, and walk with me in the blooming sunshine, no hurry or slow.
Change for love. It's my main theme in April. The newly sprouted grass on both sides of the path always surprises and encourages me. He is like our love, growing in the bright direction day by day. All along, I miss your talent and can't forget your quiet appearance. If you are well, it will be sunny. I think of Lin, a talented woman in the Republic of China, and her April Day on Earth, and I have an inexplicable intimacy. I think it's all because it looks so much like you. You are April in the early spring of this world, bringing vitality and spring.
Remember the message I left you,' Looking back, you can smile'. In my heart, you are like this, giving people warmth and calmness, like flowers in full bloom in spring and cool breeze in summer.
You don't know how to cherish until you lose it. On the day of parting, I thought of each other's good. Love makes people happy and painful ... In this April full of love, the peach blossom has opened, emitting a familiar smell, and the pink petals are your face, facing the sunshine and being treated gently by the world. ...
We run on different roads, but we can all see each other. Your smile always gives me strength and makes me regain my confidence when I am about to give up. Just as the sunshine in April awakened the sleeping grass, it also awakened my sleeping heart.
You are the eternal April in my world and the only one for me forever.
The lyrical prose of April in the world 6 The sun is warm and the wind and rain are particularly sweet. Green water flows by itself, and green hills are particularly fresh. Frogs are the same every night. Birds sing before dawn. Flowers bloom for a hundred days and April is beautiful.
When April's farewell song is drifting away, let those who indulge in it wake up like a dream, just like witnessing a dying beauty who once fell in love with the countryside watching all the flowers bloom and fall in the world.
Life is hard to look back, when can I stop worrying about things? Try a pot of wine to make it full of spring, only to be drunk in the flower forest. Look at safflower drunk, not at people. Smell its fragrance and send it lightly. The affair waits for no one, and I don't know where to go in this life.
Your beauty, your face, like a mountain flower is the most romantic season; Your hair, your beautiful image, is like a willow girl dancing in the wind; Your elegance and charm are like singing first, then poetry.
April on the earth is full of beautiful flowers, stormy, red and warm.
In April, I met you every day, and the wind came and the rain was drunk; Hold you to sleep every night, with faint music and music; Write poems for you from time to time and laugh at my own heart; I miss you all the time, lingering in my dreams, even further.
The pen is frosted, the words are vivid, and the thoughts are trickling, leaving a sound in April.
Goodbye, April day on earth, see you next year!