The road is misty and rainy, and the leaves are like colorful invitations. I love the color and taste of this late autumn and light winter.
The sunshine in summer is fished out of the water, the wet water is bright, and the sky in 1 1 month is as bright and dry as filtered water. Today's north is still sunny and warm as spring. Although the color has faded like the tide, the sky is blue and deep. The red glow on the mountain, like the sunset glow stationed in the base area, is flamboyantly displayed.
The four seasons are like songs, colorful in the depths of time. From thick green in summer to yellow in autumn, from golden everywhere to ochre in light winter. Lovers' willows, dark pine trees, maple trees redder than February flowers, and acacia trees carrying torch trees all burn in the depths of the season.
I took my collection of essays "Meeting Is a Tree Blooming" with me, and I looked at the pages carefully, full of warmth and emotion, and I forgot all the travel fatigue when I looked at it. Although the pen and ink are plain, they are also affectionate. Although I haven't spoken, it is also very harmonious.
I seem to see the agreement with you day and night. I don't know how many laughter and tears there are, and how much tolerance and generosity they carry. The past is vivid.
The words for cutting ice and snow are exquisite, and the petals on the road are colorful and fragrant.
I walked at the intersection where I first met, and the gentleness of bowing my head made me indulge in the shyness of life. Meeting you is the most beautiful meeting in my life. As Xi Murong said, "In my life, there will be at least one time when I forget myself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love, just meeting you in my most beautiful years."
It's neither too early nor too late to meet you. We will have a tacit understanding when we stick to the horizon.
The wind is light, isn't it far away? Like a gentle reminder, missing is dark green, and there are countless needles. Just like I can't count my wandering and immature thoughts, just like I can't count how many heavy feelings have been precipitated by years.
I look up at this immortal mountain, and my thoughts are myriad. Endless memories are uprooted, and that pure and clear memory is moored on the lake in my heart. All stories, today, set sail again.
That year, I collected a maple leaf. This maple leaf is a green and red leaf I collected when I climbed 2 152 stone steps and reached the peak of Xiangshan Mountain at an altitude of 557 meters. I was sweating like a pig when climbing the mountain. This maple leaf has gone through many hardships. Later, I mailed the maple leaf to you, and you regarded it as a treasure. You said that you put the red leaves in my anthology and engraved them in your heart. The shape, size and even the number of lines have already been engraved in your heart. Thinking of these, my heart is still full of sweetness. Thank you for always accompanying me silently. I deeply feel that meeting you is such a happy thing in my life!
Meeting you is the most beautiful scenery in the world and a beautiful accident.
When I met you, I was drunk and there was a faint blue fragrance on the shore, which warmed my city and made it desolate.
I am not the scenery you pass by, I am willing to get drunk for your life; I'm not Lancome's dream. I'm willing to get drunk and never get out of your heart.
It took you so long to understand me. I am cold and have a fiery heart. You said that I integrated the tenderness of motherhood, the classics of love and euphemism into my soul. You said that I turned Qiong Yao's dream into a beautiful love song and Zhang Ailing's injury into a woman's dance. You said that I found a romantic dream from Xi Murong's love, from San Mao's tears to life and death. ...
Your words are like the warm wind forever. When the wind chime rings, I gently wake up my hibernating dream.
Even after the vicissitudes of life, thousands of flowers are scattered into mud, just for one sentence!
At this time, I want to borrow a pair of swan wings and feathers to fly across the sea. I want to find a bright window to let you see the moon I planted in Yun Geng and the flowers and plants in my garden on the screen, all of which are words related to love and life. At dusk in Qian Shan, when the sun is rustling, I will never forget the warm and fragrant kindness of the years.
Gaze deeply and circle ripples. In the most beautiful years, what I met, whether owned or left, was the happiness of my life.
Today, I come from a beautiful town on the border of Beijing. I came from the early morning mist, with a care, a string of legends, a ray of sunshine into the towering mountains, just for a touch of endless acacia, just for a happy life. I just want to pick another red leaf for you, put it between my eyebrows and see through acacia.
Maple leaves whisper, and the vegetation is affectionate. The sun is shining in early winter.
I saw a maple leaf falling in Song Ci. Who sang "Looking at Mountain Red" in the wind? Who stood up for you and became a beautiful landscape? Hongyan in the clouds, fish in the water, unforgettable thoughts, have you ever known how much I love?
Hong, like affectionate eyes, like a pure heart, as quiet as a virgin, is enough to make every cell feel the eternal connotation and rhythm. The vast earth, the deep sky, and the vastness make me infinitely happy and yearning.
Today, I expect your smile. Iraqis are drunk with flowers.
The mountains are colorful. Now I see the red of the mountain again, and I love it as much as I love maple …