The days spent with you are the most precious memories in my life. Sweep away distractions, smooth the faint pain, spark the soul and ignite the dark heart. Beautiful meeting reappears, romantic romance is no longer a dream, and meeting without regrets will lead us to go further in life, carry our vows on our backs, and let the waiting hearts fly thousands of miles away together.
And the days you have passed, you have the truest self. No longer have extravagant ideas about wealth. Calm down and have a cup of tea, recite a poem and enjoy the bright moon in the sky, and you will have the comfort of watching the flowers bloom before the court. Chewing a bitter herb will bring you sweet happiness. Passing through the white clouds, crossing the green mountains and clear waters, and smiling between the conductors, Ming is indifferent, and quietness is also a rare broad and elegant state of mind.
In the days we walked together, the moving tears have already dried up, and endless thoughts remain on the lonely sandbar, sending away a string of thoughts and sending a string of blessings. Think of your haggard face, and your inner guilt keeps spreading. Open the indelible memory of the soul, pluck the eternal strings of inner beauty for you and play the eternal swan song of the world of mortals.
Walking with you, I learned to hold back my tears with strength, learn to smile often, and feel the warmest happiness with my heart. Treasured white letterhead is written with your familiar name, black ink, caring and longing into the bottom of my heart, and expectation and missing are beating every nerve. Happiness is indeed boiling quiet blood, sublimation of inestimable life force.
The days I walked with you, in the bleak autumn, have no sorrow of broken leaves and falling dust. I only enjoyed the lotus song with you, listened to the graceful dance of the wind and danced with the beautiful melody of nature until the sun set and the moon disappeared. Even if the lotus pond in front of the door is green, if you are a lotus pond, I will become a fish, swimming in the middle of you, waiting for the beautiful Bai Yueguang together. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
The days I walked with you, the road ahead is long, and the songs and dances behind me are peaceful and the grass is green. It left a beautiful image on the beach of water and sand, and the pavilion told the truth inside and outside. At sunset, by the bridge, Fu Xiao left this poem as a farewell. When flowers bloom only for a while in the wind, only family ties last.