Every time I think of it, you are like a poem, silently walking through it; You are like a lily, blooming faintly in a deep valley; You, like a white stream on the moon, are slowly gurgling in the mountain stream; Or you, like a mother rabbit, quietly holding your breath and lying in the grass.
When I first read this word, the first time I met you, I looked back at you. At the beginning of flowers, the grass is as green as silk, and this season will be full of green flowers between the charming cries of welcoming children.
The spring rain is falling, the stamens are drinking the rain and dew silently, and when the swallows come, the flowers are in full bloom. The green hills are slightly green, and the top of the mountain is long and circuitous. Castle peak haunts, birds whisper away from sorrow. The surrounding fog is filled with purple smoke.
I met you on a quaint farm. The background is back to nature, and the scenery is splashed with ink. A grass and a tree are touching, a tree and a flower are intoxicating, and a water and a mountain are doubly cordial.
Oh, that old wall, that mottled lattice window. Near, low eaves, green platform. Ancient amber smoke, haystacks of firefly vines. The title page of the past has been turned upside down, and the flowers are sticking out of the album, which seems familiar, and some people are as familiar as before.
Suddenly, at first glance, ivy was wrapped around the fence; Suddenly, I saw that Camptotheca acuminata had climbed over the lintel. A flower is lingering with a flower, and a vine is entangled with a vine. At close range, a field criss-crosses, while at a distance, one mountain overlaps another.
Several swallows carefully selected among the flowers and discussed how to build their new home with a flower. Perhaps, the discussion is always wrong, so it is like quarreling and chattering. I have been very angry, combing and cutting my feathers. I was silent for a long time and bowed my head to admit my mistake with a gentle apology. Therefore, it attracts the wind, so it attracts the rain, so the spring breeze blows apricot flowers, so the spring rain falls on the green buds in Tian Miao.
It's already evening, and the twilight is getting thicker. Just in time, you came slowly from under the eaves. Also, Lingbo micro-steps; Also, shoes and socks are dusty. Long hair is flying in the wind, and white clothes are flowing among the flowers.
Pei Huan swayed among the flowers, with a graceful waist. Flowers seem to say: I have a graceful demeanour, where is my lover? You smile slightly, your eyebrows droop, and I smile slightly, looking at you and looking at you again. Suddenly apricot blossoms are full of sleeves, and the fragrance of flowers makes you less tender. I have been in your heart for a long time, stuck in your world, and will never leave.
The wind is like water, cicadas are everywhere, and night birds are prepared. Raise your head and ask the sky: On which night will you meet this beautiful woman? A Hua Teng hangs down in your ears and between your hair; A butterfly is shining with silver light, hovering above your head, and a star is shining in your sky; I wander in your world, and I love you deeply.
I look at you with infinite love. At the moment, I feel the wind moving and the clouds floating. At the moment, I feel the flowers are smiling and the grass is lush and endless.
But you are still. Yes, I witness you, this is a kind of reserve. Like flowers shining on the water, like the wind helping willows. Never be quiet, let time stand still, let flowers, clouds, fish, mountains and wild deer all stop and calm down. A look, a posture, a look, quietly around you, quiet, serene, harmonious and cordial.
At that glance, the feeling is static, together with the surrounding scenery, heaven and earth, people, things and things. Flowing water flies, mountains and deserts are lonely. Everything is so quiet, quiet and natural.
You, like a clear spring, like a cloud just coming out of a cave, are elegant and quiet. You, like a breeze, like a poem, are refined and pure.
Suddenly, I remembered the first time Baodai saw it. In Baoyu's eyes, Daiyu is such a lovely but painful look: two frowning brows, a pair of eyes like joy but not joy. The state has two sorrows, and it is sick. Tears a little, breath slightly. Laziness shines on the water like a beautiful flower and acts like a weak willow. The heart knows better than the stem, and the disease is not as good as the west.
At first glance, I am familiar with it, but kind. No barriers, no strangeness and distance. The most unforgettable thing is silence, which is the depth of the lily in the empty valley and the cool and slow flow of the clear stream in the mountain spring. Gurgling, clear, gurgling from the heart. Fascinating, hard to give up, and lovely.
It has always been believed that the most important thing for women is silence. You are not necessarily beautiful, talented or even capable.
But you are as quiet as a flower and as gentle as water. You come or go, you have or not, and you come or not. They are all a flower, fragrant, elegant and dignified. It is love, love and infatuation.
You are such a woman, and at first sight, you are destined to love you; That glance laid the foundation for no regrets in this life; That eye, destined for you is my dream come true; That look makes you my life forever.
In fact, don't think such a woman is divorced from reality, artificial and arrogant.
On the contrary, such a woman is the most knowledgeable, and such a woman is the best at housekeeping. Husband teaches children, respects the old and loves the young, and everything is done just right.
That day, the first act, went deep into the bone marrow. Until today, until a long aftertaste, it is still sweet, still like drinking sweet spring and eating honey and fruit.
Like a tree. The shadow of flowers and the moon hangs over you. But I can still feel your beauty and heartbeat. Also, your breath, your breath, your fragrance, I can still smell it, reaching my heart and stirring in my heart for a long time.
Glass flowers are drunk and graceful. Don't stir up dust when you come, frighten the mud claws and let the plants flourish. I think I must have made an appointment with you in my last life, otherwise it would be such a coincidence. I think I must have owed you something in my last life, otherwise how could I be so compassionate. I think I must live and die with you, otherwise how can I be so sweet?
Your quietness, your beauty, your elegance. It is what I love, what I want and what I admire. Thank heaven and earth for leading you around, thank yourself, without hesitation, without hesitation, I will give you a confession under the flower tree dissolved in the moonlight and give you an everlasting oath.
Flowers are in full bloom, purple swallows cut the wind and green, your demure, your delicacy, your beautiful talent, my love and cherish all my life. As a woman, tranquility is the most beautiful, and tranquility is the best life. I love you, I cherish you, and I admire you for loving you all your life. Because of your demure, you conquered all my emotions and occupied my whole heart. To this end, I am willing, I am willing to dedicate my life to love.