It is like a book, recording the ordinary and ups and downs, sprouts sprouting from the ground, green flowers blooming, and leaves falling back to their roots. Each season is a wonderful interpretation, and each stroke is a beautifully worded chapter. On the idle book, write down a stroke of green, and the smart years have bypassed the green mountains, green waters, and beautiful mountains and rivers, letting it sway as you please. Let a touch of green wrap around the ankle, through the fingers, under the bright light, the words spread out, free and easy One after another, the years are blooming season by season, how wonderful!
A stroke of green is blooming, and the years are blooming. I like this scene of a handful of green water, a basket of green, silently growing into a tree, lush and green all season. season. You can jump to the bright and fresh beat, walking on the hillside of time, the grassland of life, a green garden surrounds each section, moving forward in green, passing by dark green, from beginning to end, greenery accompanies life. This kind of life is a favorite paragraph and a joyful life.
Read the article, pick the words, choose the peach blossoms, burn the flowers, pick the green grass fence that makes the brows quiet, and have the clear fragrance of the bright flowers and bright moon, and the clear lotus. The simplicity and elegance of the orchids read the years like this, leisurely and exquisite. In the tranquility reflected by the clear water, poetic years and poetic life are lived in the center of a poem line. The green stroke in the period is the purity and clarity growing in the bottom of the heart, and is the life of the clear garden of petals between the eyebrows!
Flipping through the colorful pages, every paragraph is always green in a stroke of ink, stained with the green of life, curling up with a light cloud, expressing my feelings lightly, looking at the ups and downs of life, speaking briefly Time passes by, but if the fragrance remains unchanged and the original intention remains the same, that is the best stroke of green. Looking at the eyebrows in the distant mountains, it is the wind and sand blowing through the lush greenery, which is the freshness after the rainy season; relying on the nearby flowers and plants, my heart is full of joyful feelings. One stroke on the left, one stroke on the right, the eyes are full of green in the undisputed years!
That stroke of green is the singing voice curling between the fingers, the spring love of the flowers on the tip of the pen, and the green umbrella leaves. The leaves are green, the people are beautiful, and the spring snow under the window is sentimental. Go and step on the words of the morning light, play the flute on the clear lotus at dawn, dip in the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, read the season of singing, and paint the green life, one step of green, one step of green, on this bright word chapter , live leisurely for years and years.
I still like it in the past, looking through the years, sorting out the time, using green eyes to leave their own heart walls in each paragraph, revealing the timely style, I believe it is also the best touch of green life. . The leaves turn yellow, thinking about spring, the frost and snow in winter, and thinking about the sprouting under the white snow. Look down on the wind, rain and haze, keep a green mood at the right time, treat every change of wind and frost, we can be the protagonists of life!
Pick a touch of green, stand in front of the window, and hold a pot of the first month in your heart , let the joyful eyebrows cast, quietly in the center of the flowers, whisper deeply and shallowly, and be fragrant, let the hidden background, neither compete with beauty, nor compete with beauty, neither arrogant nor impetuous, quietly experience every moment of the years. The second taste. The sounds in life are leaf after leaf paved with care, all kinds of things weaved in the palm of your hand, some may be flawed, some may be gloomy, but all of them are the first windows occupied by greenery!
Read The green of the years, read you in the green, me in the green, read the color of life, in the shade of a tree, boil the time in clear water, concentrate, stop, and live. The prosperity comes to an end, the sun sets in the west, the years are getting late, walking on the old pages, covering the pages, listening, the green in the distance of time is the moonlight song projected in the heart, it is quiet and clear, and the green water and green mountains are stored in the door. , when the mountain flowers are blooming, slowly read the words and play the piano, and the years are full!
In everyone's heart, there is a green place, a corner where you can stop and rest, concentrate on thinking, sit down and sit down Full of greenery, wait until it becomes bright, swirling with truth, echoing with goodness, and warming with beauty. A corner of tolerance brings fragrance to the years we have lived in, brings vitality to the vast green water and green mountains, a layer of immortality, a meandering journey, in a green stroke of life, you and I are beautiful, we live happily, and the years are full!
< p> There is green around the fingers, and time is not old. Even though the white hair has passed away, there is always a voice that cares for the left and right; there is always a basket of green onions, for the growth of tomorrow; there is always the rising sun, coming to every corner, holding up flowers. hope.That drop of green, for the sails of the sun and the moon, for the fragrance of dawn, let’s go and live the years