I passed by, listening to the wind falling from the notes and rippling like a song.
I have always believed that there will be a person in this world, stepping on the rhyme of Tang and Song Dynasties, just for you. Then I put pen to paper with deep affection and wrote clear words line by line. Moonlight, flower trees and wind blew through my skirt.
The dust is clear in the stranger, surrounded by smoke and rain, and the dream is soft as a dream. Only all the beautiful things are brought into the blooming season.
And all the missing, don't need to deliberately, only when you gently close your eyes, it will rise from your heart.
Sometimes, I want to say a lot, but the good days are silent. If not, I will concentrate on elegance and live in seclusion in Qingshi Lane. My poems are green in Jiangnan, and my dreams also fall in Jiangnan.
I know, my dream is a cloud that stops in the flowers, very light.
Fold a flower that is not cold, let your heart float quietly in the misty rain, and become a pool of blue water rhyme.
Perhaps, all the prosperous ends are barren roads. I still want to thank the silence all the way, Liao Yuan, just right.
Always believe in time and those who have never said it. Then, in the rest of the days, no matter the wind and rain, no matter the fate, we will always fall in love with you at first sight and live in peace with each other.
In fact, the best time is to meet people with similar souls.
So, he understands your silence; You know her silence, no need to be polite, just watching the flowing water quietly together.
When the light and shadow retreat into silence, when the fingertips are infected with the loneliness of the night, there is always someone who warms the heart.
At this moment, sitting alone in time and listening to the affection of a flower is the signature of time and beautiful red makeup. If eternity and eternity are cherished meanings, then your name is the last blank outside the ink painting Qian Shan.
If there is spring in my heart, you are the brightest color.
When the charm of the wind crosses the other side of memory, it gently awakens a peach blossom. So, all the grass is growing, and the warbler is flying with the meaning of life.
When we meet each other in a word, we only smell the flowers and don't talk about sadness and joy. As long as you know what you want most and what you should cherish most, then all the twists and turns are worth it.
In fact, the tranquility of life can only be put in the heart, even if the journey is lonely, it can be very gentle. Spring is beautiful, and so are you. In your spare time, you smile.