Spring is beautiful, and there is poetry in the distance. There are fireworks in the poem, which are the colors of clear words.
I passed by here and listened to the wind slipping from the paper, ripples in the Andante Cantabile.
I always believe that there will be a person in this world, following the pure charm of the Tang and Song Dynasties, who will come just for you. Then I wrote with deep affection, lines of clear words, moonlight, flowers and trees, and the wind blowing through my clothes.
The dust on the road is clear, surrounded by mist and rain, as gentle as a dream. Only include all the beauty in the blooming season.
All thoughts do not need to be deliberate, they will arise leisurely in your heart the moment you gently close your eyes.
Sometimes, I want to say a lot, but on good days I am silent. Otherwise, I would condense my splendor and retreat into seclusion in the bluestone alley. My poetry is green in the south of the Yangtze River, and my dreams also fall in the south of the Yangtze River.
I know, my dream is the clouds parked among the flowers, very light.
Put a flower that is not yet cold, and let your thoughts float quietly in the misty rain, turning into a pool of azure water.
Perhaps, at the end of all prosperity, there is a deserted road. I still want to be grateful to Liao Yuan for the silence during this journey. Being quiet is just right.
I still believe in time and those unspoken understandings. Then, for the rest of the days, no matter what the wind and rain sculpt, no matter what fate arranges, I will always meet you for the first time across the flower, and say peace to each other.
In fact, the best time is to meet someone with a similar soul.
So, he understands your silence; you understand her speechlessness, there is no need for polite greetings, just watch the long flowing water together quietly.
When the light and shadow retreat into silence, and when the fingertips are stained with the loneliness of the night, there is always that one person who makes the heart feel warm.
At this moment, sitting alone in the time, listening to the affection of a flower, is a sign that belongs to the time, with beautiful red makeup. If permanence and eternity are the meaning of cherishment, then your name is the last blank space outside the thousand mountains of ink painting.
If there is a spring living in my heart, you are the brightest color.
When the rhyme of the wind cuts across the shore of memory, it gently awakens a peach blossom. Therefore, all the grass growing and the warblers flying have the meaning of life.
We met in a poem. We only smelled the fragrance of flowers and did not talk about joys and sorrows. Let the prosperity pass by, as long as you know what you want most and what you should cherish the most, then all the thousands of twists and turns will be worth it.
In fact, the tranquility of life is nothing more than being able to hold the brightness in your heart, and you can bloom a tenderness even if the journey is lonely. Spring is beautiful, and so are you. You are also smiling when you are relaxed.