Memory,
Like a dusty story,
When the bottle cap was lifted,
A sweet smell,
Immersed in my heart,
Aromatherapy heart,
A fleeting tidbit,
The contract of the mind
In the past,
Spread love ...
//
Time flies,
By the wall of time,
Carve the words of the heart,
Ron Su Yan's body,
Relax one by one,
Maybe,
This is not the most touching word,
Maybe,
It's not the most touching poem,
But, deep down,
There has always been a sacred place.
//
If,
Time permitting,
I want to lurk in the corner of the years,
With the whisper of a bunch of flowers,
Beautifully decorated music,
A thoughtful poem,
Stained by love,
With the fragrance of words,
In this pure land,
Leave behind bits and pieces of the past.
//
If,
Words can replace all prayers,
I'd love to,
With my pen and ink,
Salvage them one by one,
With the bookmark of time,
Borrow the title page of the fleeting time,
Write down a beautiful old wish,
In this affectionate July,
You can express your thoughts at will,
//
The summer heat defiled this July,
But my heart is full of coolness,
When the sun shines on the soul,
Touched the feelings stored in my heart.
Summer time,
Affection and ink,
Once that emotion,
Once again set off a wave in my heart.
Rippling ripples and trembling mood,
As it turns out,
You're always in your heart,
Never went far,
Never leave ...