Quiet night is better than whispering, whispering alone, inviting with the moonlight, and hiding your heart. Everything sleeps, the heart wakes up alone, the fragrance of watching, meditation, and full of joy. Deep in thought at night, in my dark eyes, I miss the moon, and your smiling face and chord moon are ushered in the moonlight. The lightness of meeting, the gentle warmth of the road, the fragrance of a gentle complaint, the moving and quiet trembling, like a faint fragrance, linger in my heart, relaxing the temptation of instinctive resistance, and I can't help but suck. It seems to be tasting the black tea of the past years, smooth and saturated with the inner catering, swallowing the fragrance of time cooking rain in Qingxi fragrant tea.
The field of night breeds the warmth of emotion, which makes a quiet and lazy person curl up, pamper the myriad feelings in his heart, moan quietly, and the pain is inextricably linked in his heart, silently giving Zen a soft aftertaste. If you are quiet for a good time, you can shelter from the wind and rain, bathe in the sunshine, and no longer feel the lonely cold wind in cool thin. This portrait depicts a mountain; If the quiet time is good, a clear water will clear a true feeling, the heart will be mellow and moist, loneliness will no longer be cold, and water will flow in the painting; If the clear water reflects the shadow of the mountain, the still water is deep, the peace is accompanied, the feelings are profound, such as mountains and rivers know each other, day and night depend on each other, such as flowing clouds, enjoying the far sky, and autumn colors are like clouds, life is endowed with the artistic conception of love.
The night is not as deep as your eyes, the sky is boundless, your thoughts in my heart are not as deep as yours, the light at the foot of my bed is so bright, and your whispers in my heart are not as deep as yours. Only your words can make the night disappear, soothe my dreams and melt my heart in the moonlight. On a moonlit night, the moonlight shines on the bed. When I saw you coming down lightly, you smiled. It's quiet and good, but I can't help it. I want to give a little love and touch, but it scares Qingying and makes my heart dim. Silent color, sleeping in a smile at night, listening to your whistle in the wind, the wind is weak, that quiet and beautiful, painful, falling into the arms of a sleeve, but disturbing the whistle, hurting the soul. Deep thoughts can't keep shallow happiness, disturbing the quiet and beautiful moonlight. The heart stays in the empty night sky, and only the fragrance of missing can be left in the dream. The tenderness of moonlight cannot bring out enchanting brightness. It's late at night, and I can't stand the peace of mind. Time flies, and I can't get rid of the fragrance in my hand. Very quiet, very quiet, lonely. The night is gone, the color is lost, and the flowers are blooming. Not as cool as the breeze and bright moon, I just miss you.
Tonight's trip, the breeze has been calling to the depths of the distance, and the smile touched by the night has aroused infinite waves. No matter how far you go, your heart has been running on the road, and your heart has been crossing this mountain, this water, this Yunshan, this clear moon ... Fireworks will not be perfect until dark, and sunrise will not come. Cloud's hometown, walking in the sky, never met each other, never set foot on footprints; Cloud's hometown, far away in the end of the world, seems familiar, vaguely seen in a dream; The hometown of clouds, dripping ink into pictures, with low eyebrows and fragrance, floats to the hometown. I miss the clouds and turn them into a wisp of solitary smoke, clearing my sorrow, ardent yearning, sad poems, beautiful love, petals scattered in the night, bright encounters, vows to reflect my heart, distant travel, tears in my eyes, eyebrows in my eyes, the end of the world is hard to separate, and the journey is tired. Bring a cage of hazy moonlight, salvage hazy feelings, and move with it in the streamer flying. The breeze and the bright moon are the most beautiful times.
A person's missing, the eyebrows fall into a smile, and a blue smile comes. Even if the heart falls into the dust, the light of smiling melts in the moonlight, pouring the warmth of the next night and nailing the fetters in the distance, there are still a pair of bright eyes in the dark night, which can penetrate this quiet night. Scenery and customs are very strange. If you are sincere, please cherish the fate. In a quiet and nice place, * * * watch the sun and the moon, * * * listen to the gurgling spring. Wind, flowers and snow are just clouds. Static color is spring in season, a touch of green in mountains and rivers, and the fragrance of quiet night.
Twisting fingers is soft and fragrant, and petals are easy to understand. Time is quiet, petals are raining, and there is no parting in the breeze. The four seasons are full of flowers, and the customs of spring are incomprehensible. Why do you like flowers in spring? Autumn is quiet and beautiful, and the warm years and the fragrance of the scenery are infinite. There is no spring in the scenic spot. If it is good, it is the spring of memory. If it is, it is warm and beautiful. Next to the lintel, the shadow in the sun, the lush acacia spread by the ivy, the wind came, and the touch was close at hand. After the rain, I was intimate with Dew Snow, solidified my family, and the vernal equinox bloomed brilliantly. You were there, and you scented for a season. You went to see the quiet beauty, which is a happy distance and a smile hidden in time.
Smiling eyes, want a wisteria garden, make a swing with its vines, and fly in the wind on the swing. When the vines close their hair, they are inextricably linked in their ears. The world is picturesque, even if you travel all over Qian Shan, it is difficult to gather your heart. Looking for Qianshan in the morning and evening, looking forward to it, turning over Tang poetry and Song poetry, it seems familiar, but it is Wan Li Road. Quiet years, you just happened to be there, smiling, falling into the gap between your fingers and dyeing your fingertips with your heart. The heart falling into the dust is rendered quietly and softly, and it is difficult to feel at ease with the dust. Through the gap between the fingertips, a tree blooms.
Quiet branches, dormant magnolia, enjoy fragrance in the scenery of the four seasons, and whisper in the sunshine and rain. Gently shake a reed, gently rippling on the clear water microwave, chasing the ripples of joy and being with the tenderness in the pool. When it is quiet, the moss is full of cliffs, which leads to the spring for the clouds. In the distant clouds, the fragrance of flowers squeezed in through the closed door and curled up softly in my heart, catering to anxious thoughts. Bright spring, blue sea and clouds, far away, close to soft moss, gently whisper the gentle complaints of the wind. You are the light swaying in my heart, and I can't touch you. You are a cloud in my palm, like a bead, anxiously touching the pain of love, just to take you to the flower shop like summer flowers.
There are many ideas day and night. In the season, build a wisteria garden, which is fragrant and fragrant because of love, graceful and restrained because of heart swing, spilled because of ink, realized because of emotion, flew together in happy time, weaved countless feelings and gentle wind, conveyed the love of the heart, smiled in the eyes because of vines, and lived a lifetime because of the heart. This is a garden full of drunkenness. A river, without missing for a long time, a curtain of the moon, can not solve the dream. The sky is far away and the water is continuous, far less than the soul. At night, the moonlight can't cover your heart. Quiet is the joy of the soul, shaking the shadow is the trembling of induction, the understanding of weeping willows and clear water, and ripples are the smiling faces of all kinds of customs.
Beautiful and lovely spring, when I miss the spring flower pond alone, I silently draw thousands of pictures, and my heart sounds vibrate into Taoyuan. Season outing, the flower gallery full of clouds in the wind, a curtain of dreams floating down the peach branches, through the waiting of past lives, the lower part of the flowers formed the roots of acacia, the wind and frost deepened the scars on the trunk, and the soul filled the sky, knowing the tacit understanding of the bud, the gentle smile in the bud, and Daphne's faint whisper, lingering for a long time, love flying in late autumn. Years, low dust, thousands of miles of peach blossoms.
Distant silence, in my heart, distant scenery, melts your smile. In the distant clear water lake and semi-hidden mountain peach blossoms, I didn't know the quietness of the clouds on the boat, but I saw the lazy mind of the peach blossoms on the eaves of Mao's house, the branches in front of the window, and the Wan Li dancing, but I couldn't do without the feelings of neither evil nor flattery. There are countless distant mountains, spring is thick, misty rain is leisurely, and laughter is full of joy. Hidden in mangosteen, spring sorrow condenses, and peach blossoms are fragrant. Time is quiet, the jade pot turns bright, and life is like summer flowers. A leaf is sailing, waiting for the ferry in the spring rain, and flowers bloom under the lamp. With love, with dreams, guarding the clear water of Xiang Tao, with bright and elegant clothes, picking up the fallen leaves of time, depicting the true feelings, waiting for the autumn frost, choosing red maple to decorate the distant mountains.
A clear river, gentle waves, spring breeze rippling in the center of the river, falling petals are shy flowers on the shore. The lake is purple, fragrant and drunk. The petal rain drifted to the other side of the stream, but rippled in the middle of the lake. When it's fun, the painting floats in the sky and the animation floats beautifully. It is the smoke cloud in my heart, curling around the petals, soft and lingering. This shore is meditation, but it is understood by the other side of Yaochi.
A canoe, flowers and waves, in the water Mae, waiting for a person to see the beauty in the depths of the clouds, singing horses in plain words. Be a duckweed, floating in the middle of the lake, in the depths of the lotus, telling the Iraqi people's worries. The breeze blows the tired face of the lotus dust, and the blood vessels flow with the softness of dew, the fragrance of lotus plums, the lingering season of dancing and swaying, dripping love, intoxicating floral fragrance, rippling ripples and the charm of duckweed. Duckweed in the moonlight, licking acacia beans, rowing a canoe, listening to the late songs of the waves, listening to the brilliance of the lotus, waiting for the warm heart of the bud, waiting for the gurgling of the stream, waiting for the tides to rise and fall together. You are the most beautiful gift in my life, and I am the drunken meeting in your life.
Moonlight in the lotus pond, blue water, swaying spring dreams in the south of the Yangtze River, pure as lotus, and fragrant as summer flowers. The lotus flowers that bow down before the Buddha incinerate the smoke clouds of the past in the world of mortals, and their hearts curl into incense. Looking at the silence of the smoke clouds, they are like violets sitting quietly in front of the Buddha, burning incense! I would like to be a drop of crystal dew on a violet, with glass-like feelings and no dust. Miss, slightly shaking the soul, shaking the love of dew, a drop of rain, gentle and warm smile, clear ripple, drunk heart, meet by chance on the lake of Ruyan Liu, the wind swept away the water.
The most beautiful scenery in the world is not far away, but in my heart, like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like the sadness of walking in tang style's Song poems, and my heart is surging. If you let your heart rejoice and fly, let your fingers be soft and affectionate and shine with your heart, that is the beauty of colorful clouds with seagulls. Clouds, flying into seagulls, reflect the happiness of returning home. Seagulls are fighting in the sky, flapping their wings and writing the future of life. Seagulls are more beautiful than Qi Fei. They travel with worries. If you enter my sky, all kinds of customs are beautiful. Giving you a happy trip is my smile in the clouds, which adds a happy face. Walking on a stranger, I often stop to look up at the sky, where there is a cloud to stare at and watch. Quiet heart, quiet with you, let the years calm in peace, cherish each other, love each other, wait for a warm heart and a good time together. Ruthless is not time, if the heart is warm, the context in time is fresh and beautiful.
If the years are blank and heartless, why bother to describe the true feelings in the context of heart? If the heart is warm and the years are quiet, time is April on earth. April day on earth may be a paradise for literati. My heart just wants to close its eyes lazily and enjoy silently in the perceptual city of the sky. Your happiness is my happiness, and your happiness is my concern. If you stay with me, you will have a unified mind and know how to tie a knot among your peers. You never leave, I never leave, and the years are quiet. I hope my heart will love you and never give up.
Your world is clear, like a mountain stream in Qingxi, clear and quiet. Yuan Ye is simple, pure and sweet, like a breeze in silence. The spring breeze is ten miles, it is better to whisper; Love is echo and whisper. Quietly, the wind hugs the trees, snowflakes melt in the eyes, eyebrows are drunk, and more is told in silence than in voice. Love echoes in spring. Happiness is a kind of sharing, a hug of the soul, a smile that blooms together, as bright as summer flowers. If I can give you a quiet and happy life, as long as you are happy, I am willing to watch it with the whisper of vegetation and feel at ease. If you are really happy, come for happiness. I will wait for your joy, leave a Momoka in the breeze, and watch the quiet and beautiful years in this mirror water.
A faint heart, never heard of, never seen, smelled the fragrance early. Affectionate grass, spring all the way, across the moment of flame burning, burnt charcoal turned into ink traces, as bright as the beautiful aura of summer flowers. Quiet, my heart is hidden behind the misty rain, walking quietly; Quiet enlightenment, in which the soul blooms and practices; Meditate, sit on the smile of life and meditate warmly. Silence, low eyebrows, like the understanding of summer flowers, curled up the flowers and moved forward. Although a drop of rain can't give a world, it can open a window of the soul. A drop of rain can't make trees grow, but it can make seedlings sprout. A drop of rain can't hold heavy emotions, but it can be seen clearly and clearly. A drop of rain can't control the direction of falling, but it can affect fate. A drop of rain can melt in the eyes between the eyebrows, but it can moisten the world in the eyes. If a drop of rain, like a heart drifting through laughter or falling flowers, uses knowledge to understand the truth, even if it is short-lived, it will splash ink like summer flowers.
The scroll is hidden in the scroll, only for one person, Zhan Yan, with exquisite pen and ink, and only for you to render it into a painting. Quiet years, you are my Qian Shan search, you are my Qian Shan picture scroll. The world is picturesque, even if you travel all over Qian Shan, it is difficult to gather your heart. Looking for Qianshan in the morning and evening, looking forward to it, turning over the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, I feel deja vu, but I am far away. Quiet years, you just happened to be there, smiling, falling into the gap between your fingers and dyeing your fingertips with your heart. The heart falling into the dust is rendered quietly and softly, and it is difficult to feel at ease with the dust. Through the gap between the fingertips, a tree blooms. The white picture scroll and gentle words show the softness of fingers, and only one person stays on it, splashing ink into his favorite appearance.
The world is cold and warm, misty and rainy, and the green spots smudge the shore of Shuimei, and you can't see the gentle scenery of spring. Time flies, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and a bright future emerges, and the soul can also meet tang style Song Yu. Even though time goes by, my heart wanders under my eyebrows, listening to the autumn birds whispering, my sleeping hair is warmer than my fingers. That is, I live in spring and stare at the beauty of life. Clouds watch quietly, the horizon is welcoming happiness, clouds are dizzy and dyed into clouds, smiling faces are saturated with sweetness, clouds are raining, thoughts are falling, clouds are condensing snowflakes, and crystals meet in spring.
I don't know when the snow will come or when it will leave. From then on, the snow fell at first sight, but it didn't seem to leave. Just for the drunken beauty of reciting poems. Snow has long been the poem and spirit of clouds. Clouds just keep moving for a romantic snowy night. Clouds have passed through four seasons, and I have seen flowers, which are not as gorgeous as true feelings. It's also a cloud of smoke. It is a quiet heart, but it is a snowy eye. * * * Listening to the breath, it reveals the elegant poetry of the cloud. The pursuit of the four seasons in the cloud is just waiting for the arrival of snow. Snowflake's eyes are crazy about spring, snow is dancing, but it smells fragrant, reports spring scenery, and sleeps under the clouds. Clouds are warm and bring a ray of sunshine. Clouds are soft, leaving a ray of moonlight. A heart-and-soul love is a smile that reminds me, a gust of wind in the shadows of trees, and a whispering pursuit. Don't miss for too long, fragile hearts are afraid of breaking, don't miss for too long, and the ink on the ground is afraid of drying up. When the snowy winter comes again, when the years are quiet, grasp the lingering fragrance in the economic heart and the eternal book of songs.
Spring has come, I picked up the memory of snowflakes, and all that floated down was the gesture of true feelings. In the fragrance, I let my heart find the joy of the years, a joy, and I fell into the context of autumn. A few wisps of affectionate, hazy wisps curl up, but in the thin and cool sadness, the snow marks scattered all over the place, the season is already spinning, the wind is staying, and everything follows. Under a snow, what is terrible is not the depth of footprints, but that the season has changed and the snow has melted. The original shadow has long since disappeared, but it still remains in memory. The lost time is still regarded as a beautiful vision. Years, since it is a beautiful spring, why go to the cold winter, the place of origin falls, and the flowers come back.
Quiet, can hear each other's voices; Clear-headed, can see things as they really are; If the heart doesn't move, what does wind energy do? The wind has passed, no matter how long you stay, the clouds have passed, and you don't love the beauty of Qingshan. If you have been here, if you shake it, you will hear the sound in the ripples and your face will move in the charm. Who says you don't care, but the distance you left left left a deep dream shadow, maybe far away, maybe not far away. A person's happiness has become a concern of the heart, and a leaf flutters on the branches of the heart. ......
Meet at a time when flowers bloom, and it is the quiet beauty of flowers from now on. May this life be so intoxicated with flowers. Years are quiet, not complaining about parting, but complaining about acacia. Time flies, and I'm not worried about being far away. My heart is in the string moon, a exhausted love, and I don't sigh for flowers. It means I am surrounded by softness, lingering fragrance, and quiet time. It's good to be with you. I only want to be intoxicated with you in time, enjoy the flowers and the moon, enjoy the mountains and rivers, and don't complain about leaving. I'm afraid I'm obsessed with quiet years, but I can't find my sweetheart's favor, my mind becomes sad, and my acacia becomes sick. I just long to miss you. I'm always warm. I hope there will be quiet flowers, beautiful flowers and a full moon in time. How can such a beautiful city be mottled and old? If the twilight still exists, the bright moon shines on the sunny window and enters the bosom for 3 thousand games, without saying goodbye.
The years are quiet, climbing the bright moonlight peak, the trembling of love in the breeze, the gentleness of the palm of your hand, and the love thousands of miles away. Do you hear the sound in the wind? Has the night fallen? It can be seen that my heart is smiling, living between my eyebrows and secretly thinking of you in the moonlight. The moonlight is bright, scattering the white light of missing beauty, which is the softest light in the world, as soft and penetrating as words. Langfang in the moonlight can't draw the edge of lovesickness, the fragrance of flowers is not as fragrant as that of love in the distance, the ink color of words can't write a soft movement, the endless night, the smoke from the bottom of my heart, climb the moonlight to find the dreamer, draw a first quarter moon, settle in the arms of love and invite him to dream. I missed it. It happened that your moonlight reflected your figure, followed you, and the years were quiet. You missed it online. If you miss it, don't let your heart go offline for too long. Remember that your heart is waiting on the Internet, and the unseen lovesickness will hang on the Internet early.
If you know, no matter whether you are here or not, a concern is always there. If you hide at night, wait for a heart-to-heart talk. If you are exposed, wait for the blink of an eye to guide your heart. Love is in my heart, watching and smiling, I will climb to my heart as soon as possible. There is a yearning for the eyebrows, smiling, not falling in love with that country, just for the warmth in that world. If the truth is true, infatuation embroiders the brocade of love, if love is profound, if gifts, maple red sunset, let the heart float with love. The night is getting deeper and deeper, acacia is getting longer and longer, red lanterns are hung, and I can't find them, except for one holiday reunion. I want to know how you are. We can know that this night, my heart is quietly waiting, waiting for the smile under the light, waiting for the tenderness in the moonlight, waiting for the whisper after the noise. The firecrackers outside are saying goodbye to the old year. My heart slips out of loneliness and looks out from the eaves, expecting to meet at the farewell place and wait for a quiet night. The ferry of dreams, the place where the wind and water flow, the gentle fragrance of flowers, if you come, whisper and cook a pot of moonlight to accompany you to drink slowly.
The wind blows through the soft cotton of happiness. At night, I am immersed in the fragrance of happiness. When you sleep well, chase a heart and be happy for someone. The sunshine is warm and the years are good. Sleeping quietly in the sun, lingering vibrato in warmth, warmth brought by love flute, unforgettable words in the same years, pure and warm smile in the sun, just like the warm breath in words. In the warmth, if you give a peaceful heart, if you give a kind of warmth and happiness, and Shu Lang's heartfelt joy, then there must be mutual hearts to understand, there is a quiet distant mountain calling, mutual *.
Time is normal, there is no need to pursue perfection. In the shallow time, there are scenery everywhere. Only by knowing people and discussing the world, Range Rover is quiet and quiet, and I just want to quietly look at the years, love, and bring you the best youth, who is like summer flowers. On the threshold of the years, it is natural and warm to be accompanied by day and night. I want to hide in the warm time, bask in the sun, smell the flowers and always have a smile on my face. A tree of spring flowers, its branches are smiling at the window eyebrows, and its buds are slightly exposed. Quiet and beautiful time, I only hope that this fragrant flower branch will melt in my eyes, accompany my heart to travel around the world, and always hang in front of the window of the years, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, so that a person can smell the fragrance quietly and happily.
There is a kind of understanding, as if it were a dream at first sight, and there is a kind of whispering, such as talking to another self, but immersed in it across the world, warm, moved and reluctant, used to waiting for someone silently. Every time I come, it is full of warmth, leaving the drunken beauty and charming scenery of distant mountains in the spring flowers and autumn fruits, just like the fragrance of summer flowers. This fragrance is very light, but it is warm and quiet, which attacks people's hearts and occasionally makes them drunk. When the night is dark, I also see the moonlight cup shadow. A roll of years, following the whisper of the breeze, climbing the stars and picking up the moon, feel at ease. Dazzling makeup, can not leave the tender time of Ivy, the colorful years flying, the tender waves, the enthusiasm of the new sinus. If the years are quiet, let a mirror, water, mountains and lakes watch day and night. When the wind blows, Shengxiao Mo laughs, and when it is quiet, the piano sounds soft and fragrant.
In the years, with the watch of my heart, I have an unspeakable joy. In quiet time, my heart is quiet and happy. You will be happy when you come. In silence, you may get drunk, but flowers will bloom in your heart. If you like, you will always accompany me and listen to the flowers bloom. Time has you, be quiet! Don't say goodbye to life and death, don't say goodbye, just want the stability of this world. If you are well, empty Wan Li is well. Qian Shan always loves thousands of waters. I would like to travel across mountains and rivers to find a quiet place in the mountains and rivers and put my thoughts properly. From then on, sit still and watch the mountains and water, the ripples of the years. In a distant place, I look forward to the care of my heart, adding a warmth in the cold, a love in the fragility, a calm in the fatigue, and a happy and sweet heart in the dull, and my fingers are soft and painful.
Across the distance of time and space, there is always a watch, exiled in Chun Xue, as pure and beautiful as a silver bowl full of snow. Not romantic, just a blessing. Distance is just a gap in the heart, knowing that there will never be distance, and the end of the world is close at hand. Whispering, there is wind in silence, rain in love, and the sound falls and the kite rises. Life, if there is an understanding, is the greatest happiness, and it is rare to find a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers. If you get it, how can you not hesitate? If there are mountains, how can the running water go? You don't want to go with the flow. You are the clear water in that pool, and the mountains are reflected in the clear water. Because there is a person in a city, there is such beauty and attachment, shining with the bright moon. Building a city by one person, the fence is not lonely, quiet and fragrant. I would like to keep the hedge and be the base of chrysanthemums. I would like to dream of the city by relying on the pure land, plant the happiness of the east fence, pick the fragrance of green chrysanthemums, spread all over the soft cotton and watch the tranquility of the years.
At the window, waiting for you to see the first ray of sunshine in the morning. The night blocked the smile in your eyes and filled the pillow with fragrance, waiting for the first ray of sunshine. In the warm sunshine, you can see the acacia light penetrating through the night, the glad eyes crawling on the window, the birds and flowers flying in Linxi, the swaying flowers and plants in the landscape, the dew full of yearning, waiting for the tenderness close to the petals. Outside the window, time is so quiet and beautiful, how much yearning, just like the scenery, bright and smiling, green and poetic. How much as before, flying on the bright spring road, a beautiful time, enchanting life. Perhaps, looking at the tranquility of a heart, the simple fireworks are full of joy, and those whispers are beautiful, just like the original promise, as gorgeous as flowers.
If the most beautiful scenery in the world is graceful and restrained after that person's appointment at dusk, I hope that after that person's appointment at dusk, I will leave endless whispering poems, which are reflected like the glow of summer flowers. Even if life and death are separated, whispering has a long meaning. Flowers bloom, expecting to be appreciated in the connection between soul and soul, flowers fall and turn into flower mud in the shade. People who know the beauty of the soul, with an elegant heart and the fragrance of years, whisper in the white bun at the temples and shine with the beauty of life.