Recalling the past in the box is so warm and beautiful. The music box of memory keeps spinning, playing that wonderful song, moving for yourself, and you are a landscape.
There are often some unspeakable touches in life, and no one will deliberately look for them, because it is a kind of pure beauty. A kind of spiritual shock.
Time is seamless. When we suddenly look back and see through our hearts, there is always a memory that leaves a deep trace in our lives.
Every little moment washes away a small spot and stain in my soul, and breaks a deep or shallow bad root in my temperament, so that our hearts are always moved by our own beauty.
There is another good one.
On the night of April, the evening breeze is blowing gently, the spring is rippling, the candle shadow is shaking red, and the breeze and the moon shadow are singing lightly.
Don't ask the east wind, I think I still stay in April, like a cloud, smiling like a flower, decorating spring day by day. Even if one day, April just flutters in my memory, but my heart has never been abandoned, laughing and laughing for a long time. Looking back suddenly, you are in the depths of flowers.
Over the years, the west wind is rolling, the morning wind is getting weaker, and the flowers in April are floating in the faint old dreams and singing for a long time. Through the river of time, some distant feelings seem to have long been blurred, however, the feelings you bring to yourself are still clear. There is no eternity in the world of mortals, and the encounter will be eclipsed inadvertently. When the string is broken, the fate of the flower will be exhausted. There is no more chance to live, and the wet tears on earth are getting sad. It is necessary to say that you take care. All the flowers are gone, and the leaves are floating quietly everywhere, steep and thin in the wind, full of sorrow and silence, and endless silk rain as thin as sorrow.
When you feel lonely in the depths, your beauty and sadness are known, and the running water is clear. Do you understand how you feel? I am willing to be drunk with you at present, and I hope that I will stay drunk for a long time and indulge in the memory of incense in the future. Until next year, peach blossoms will still laugh at the east wind.