I like the feeling of smiling at the peach blossom. I like the long and beautiful thoughts, just like the fragrance of May is hidden in the sleeve, and suddenly there are many beautiful pictures in front of me, just like the feeling of flowers and countless fragments.
Whether it is the top of the mountain or the branches, they are full of pink and white flowers, which are very fragrant and have a fresh sense of intoxication. Just as the most beautiful season in the world opens in this season, the fragrance of Qinglingling is so refreshing.
May is the season of fantasy and ignorance. She is like a shy girl, secretly blooming. Every flower is symbolic and memorable.
The beauty of peach blossoms and the pleasant fragrance of flowers are just like crawling on the mountain and climbing the branches of peach blossoms with the fragrance of flowers all the way. Even I am addicted to it and can't extricate myself.
A few shy smiles, like hiding on your cheeks, secretly staring at you nearby, like a little shy, hanging on your face. At this time, I saw that you were really beautiful, as if I smelled the fragrance of your peach blossom from a shy smile. I was attracted by it, but I couldn't let go of that beautiful idea.
Open the petals, pink, like a fragrant plum exposed in the eyes. What a beautiful flower! It seems too delicate to touch. I think it's still so tender. If you want to hold her in front of you, put the petals on your lips and kiss her, how wonderful it would be!
Dreams are long and dark, and the heart is like grass. This is not desolation, but a sky-high dream. Just like the beautiful you appeared in front of me, reminding me of endless thoughts.
All over the mountains, branches are open. The elephant in front of him entered a beautiful fairyland and was intoxicated with it. Just like in the peach blossom forest, I saw you holding the piano to express your beautiful and moving appearance, and also like you holding the pipa half hidden and half appearing, beauty suddenly appeared. I fantasize about your beauty in the peach blossom forest, and I like to indulge in it and can't extricate myself.
Walking on your Xiangshan Road is so tortuous, but in order to see you and smell you, I will not hesitate to invest, because your beauty is absolutely elegant, just like seeing your reserve and beauty from that clear Miri, Malaysia.
One night, the flowers bloom silently, and one night, I think about it. The sleeping beauty in the peach blossom dream is you. Just like I am holding your peach blossom fragrance and dreaming the same dream.
I like to plant in your beautiful peach blossom forest, where beautiful vagrancy, beautiful flowers, beautiful people and more beautiful feelings are opened.
I feel trapped in a beautiful peach blossom, unable to extricate myself.
The petals are fragrant, the petals think, I am like lying under your beautiful peach tree, and the petals are slowly fluttering. I am intoxicated like a drunken beauty and think again with my eyes closed.
The whole beauty, I am simply intoxicated, and feel that I am the most beautiful one in the world at this moment, and no one can compare with me.
Just as the petals fall like a pleasant fragrance at this time, I am enveloped in that beautiful petal, which is so beautiful and moving.
All imagination is so unconventional, and you are my soul, the rain in my lovesick dream. Rain falls, peach blossoms dream, acacia complains of heartbroken bitterness, how to give up?
Green trees listen to the sound of peaches, cuckoos think of rain, crow and hate wheatgrass. You are my peach soul. Full of melancholy, curtain rain, you are my shadow.
It's night, and I can't stop thinking and loving.
Peach blossoms are in bloom again tonight. I am intoxicated with the peach blossom dream in May, and I don't want to wake up in my life.
September, the season of missing.
September, the autumn season, is also the season of missing. Rub the fragrance of a flower on the colorful branches in September, and my thoughts begin to ripple with the wind, gently, gently, gently and constantly?
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September, silent arrival, time, hurried away. Inadvertently, 20 15 years has passed quietly for more than half a year. In my heart, perhaps, only the scenery is far away, perhaps, only time is gone, but what remains in my heart are unforgettable memories. Reading is always imprinted on the lonely heartstrings at night; Love, silently buried in the boundless sea. Heart and love have long been integrated; Love and heart have gradually melted into water and gathered into a rough sea, just for the turbulent torrent of life and just for bathing in the stormy waves of life. I only hope that I can happily express all beautiful poems with care and love! Let a long-sleeping heart bloom beautiful and fragrant flowers happily. Since then, the blue sky is bright, the clouds are beautiful, and the years like songs are completely colorful.
In last night's dream, I seemed to see you like a charming and holy angel, breathing the fresh and sweet air around you, smelling the soft flowers, dancing like a butterfly from a distant sky, and gently stepping on the clouds. At this time, the night sky is deep blue, the stars are shining in the blurred night, every grass and tree reflects the green light, and every flower is filled with the fragrance of joy, just for leisurely wandering in this carefully cut heart and love, the only elegant autumn time. In September, it is the angel of autumn who comes here to make the autumn season more beautiful and moving. In September, everything is so poetic; Everything is so tearful, uncertain, and even lingering?
Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in previous lives, I passed by once in this life, and meeting is the fate of previous lives. In September, I wish I could meet you like a poem and see the sunshine. From picturesque Lin Qiu, you came to me with a smile and affection? Meet, the most beautiful touch in life! Lin said: It takes only a moment to meet someone, but it often takes a lifetime to fall in love with someone. It's not wrong to meet by chance and then turn back, and it's not perfect to love for a lifetime. In the doomed fate, we really have no choice. Indeed, in the sea of thousands of people in Qian Qian, it is not easy for us to meet and love each other. Falling in love with someone is like a glimpse, more like a warm breeze blowing slowly through a lonely heart, and it begins to moisten the love in my heart sweetly, growing wantonly and spreading infinitely?
In September, autumn has arrived and geese have flown. There is a faint light music in the air, which begins to beat slowly with life at a melodious rhythm? In September, I like to sit poetically by the lake and watch the lake gently blown by the wind; Watch one, two or three leaves slide into the water; Looking at the ripples on the water surface, one circle, two circles, three circles, and circles are interdependent; Watching the sun shine through the shade, scattered and mottled. All this is what I like. In September, there are mountains, water, blue sky, white clouds and colorful leaves. Then, in your heart, will you quietly smear your favorite rose?
I like September. Because in September, I can be delighted to see lively and lovely children, smiling like flowers, carrying colorful schoolbags, happily walking on the road of learning and exploration in the wind and rain. September is the season of autumn, the season of missing, and the festive season of farmers' longing for a bumper harvest. September is also the only season with the most colors in twelve months of the year, which is picturesque, colorful and beautiful.
In September, I began to carry my wandering bags and walk alone on the edge of reinforced concrete in a foreign city. Looking at a once familiar landscape, in my eyes, I was at a loss, gradually retreating and moving away; Fade away, fade away. That young childlike innocence, young ignorance, the beating of youth, bright red scarf, simple and monotonous clothing, girl's flower-like shy smile? All this, all the scenery, has been in blowing in the wind. Recalling the past, like fireworks, like a mirage, really and magically ripples in front of my eyes from time to time. In September, I began to toss and turn in my long thoughts, savoring the sweetness, crying in countless painful memories, and even being at a loss?
I like September, because September is the day when autumn comes. I like autumn, like it has colorful leaves and picturesque scenery; I like the autumn rain, and I like it lingering with the wind. I like the leaves in autumn, watching the leaves crisscross beautifully between yellow and green, and then gradually change from yellow to Philippine red; I like autumn wind, which brings the coolness of autumn and the gentleness of wind. I like the autumn moon, watching the moonlight in the Mid-Autumn Festival as bright as water, and I yearn for acacia endlessly; I even like to stand aimlessly in the rain, quietly, let the autumn wind sprinkled with rain flowers linger around me gently and damp, let the deep-rooted acacia emerge silently and slowly spread out in the humid air. I like what I like. Sadness has my sadness and happiness has my happiness. In September, a person, sing a song, remember a love, think for a lifetime, never forget?
In September, you can pick up an autumn leaf in the wind at will and put it quietly in the warm palm. Gazing at the uneven vein, the road is deep and shallow, and I can't help sighing sadly: that fleeting youth has been written into gray-yellow old poems on the track of time. Life is like a dream, life is not easy, and emotions always make me rack my brains and stay awake all night. Looking back at the years, looking back at every different footprint, I gradually matured. I really suddenly realized that life is not a happy journey, but a kind, loving, heart-to-heart and arduous journey. Only by constantly feeling our inner happiness and savoring the joys and sorrows brought by life can we truly understand that in this world, each of us is the only unique scenery; In this world, we can only cherish ourselves, cherish life, love life and love everyone around us who is worthy of love; In this world, nothing can beat you, as long as you have been endowed with strong will, sunny thoughts, happy mood, believe in everything, and the wind is light and the clouds are light. The hardships of life and the indifference of human feelings make us fully realize how happy a person is to live healthily, especially with his dear family! If we can love someone deeply in this life, what kind of beautiful and touching love story will it be, so that the beautiful love will last forever?
Always believe that the journey of life, all those who have experienced hardships and pains, will one day return to you happiness; Always believe that what belongs to you, sooner or later I will remember to pay you back twice. In fact, the most beautiful scenery in the world is not on the road, but in the heart sea where you and I quietly walked. What is surging in our hearts will always be the ripples of love that have been moved round after round?
September, like a dream season, let me say happily: I love September, I love life, and I love all the people who deserve my love! ?
September, the season of missing, let me say emotionally: thank you for life, thank you for fate, thank you for sunshine, thank you for all those who love me and those I love! ?
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