In the hustle and bustle years, the hearts that have passed through the mortal world return to the calmness of a clear water. Watching the tranquility of a heart, in a sudden glance, they burn into a ball of flame, dazzling each other with sincere light, like Summer flowers are as gorgeous. When I miss you, it's all in the moonlight. Riding on the clouds and climbing up to the moonlight, I am in the moonlight, on this shore; you are in the moonlight, on the other shore; the moon is gathering in the sky, on the shore of my heart. Hug my heart tightly, sitting on a sleeve of clouds, lingering with a good feeling, light joy, light fragrance, deep love. On the moon, it is the former home I miss together. The years are quiet and good, and life is like summer flowers.

On a quiet night, there is no room for whispering, solitary talk, invitations to the moonlight, and the storage of inner thoughts. All things fall asleep, and the heart wakes up alone. The fragrance of watching is silently thought of, and the heart is as bright as a flower. Deep in meditation at night, in the dark eyes, I miss the plain moon, and in the moonlight, your smiling face is greeted by the crescent moon. The lightness of meeting brings a touch of gentle warmth, a wisp of soft fragrance slipping away, the touch and the quiet trembling, like a dark fragrance, faintly lingering in the heart, letting the temptation that the instinct resists relax the wariness of the sense of smell, I couldn't help but take a sip, as if I was tasting black tea that had been brewed for many years. It was smooth and immersed in my heart, and I swallowed the fragrance of the time-cooked rain in the clear stream tea.

The realm of night multiplies the warmth of emotion, allowing a sense of tranquility, lazily curling up in the arms, pampering thousands of affections in the heart, quietly expressing the pain in the heart, Silently giving the softness of the Zen heart, the lingering and affectionate fragrance. If you have a quiet and good time, you can shield yourself from the wind and rain, bring a ray of sunshine, and no longer feel the coldness of the lonely cold wind. The paintings stand like mountains; if you have a quiet and good time, you can have a clear water, a clear true feeling, and your heart will be sweet and moist. , the loneliness is no longer cold, the flowing water in the painting is long and continuous; if the clear water reflects the shadow of the mountain, the still water is deep, and the peace is with you, the love is as deep as the understanding of the mountains and flowing water, relying on each other day and night, like the flowing clouds and flowing water, ***enjoy The sky is the same color in the distance, the autumn colors are also as brilliant as clouds, and life is endowed with flowers and years.

The depth of the night is not as deep as the depth of your eyes, the boundless sky is not as deep as the thoughts of you in my heart, the bright moonlight in front of the bed is not as deep as your whispers in my heart, only your few words, It can make the night disappear, soothe my clear dreams, and make my heart melt in the moonlight. On a moonlit night, under the bright moonlight on the bed, I saw you lightly smiling, feeling so peaceful and peaceful, and my heart couldn't help it. I wanted to give you a little love and caress, but it frightened Qingying, and I felt sad. Silence, sleeping in the dark night, smiling, listening to your whispering in the wind, the soft voice of the wind, the tranquility is so good, it hurts my heart, but the embrace under the sleeves of the clothes disturbs the quiet voice and makes my heart sad. The thick thoughts could not retain the shallow joy, disturbing the quiet and beautiful moonlight and sparse shadows. My heart stayed in the blank night sky, and I could only keep the fragrance of longing in my dreams. The gentleness of the moon cannot bring out the brightness of intoxication. The depth of the night cannot bring out the tranquility of the heart. The graceful passage of time cannot drive away the lingering fragrance in the hands. It is quiet and quiet, and the loneliness is endless. The night is gone, and the color is possessed. , the flowers are blooming, I just miss you when the breeze and the bright moon are not as good as the breeze, walking in the clouds to find traces of my hometown.

During tonight’s trip, the breeze keeps calling to the depths of the distance, and the smile touched by the night stirs up infinite waves. No matter how far we travel, my heart keeps running on the road, and my heart keeps crossing this mountain, this water, this The clear moon in the clouds and mountains...If it doesn't get dark, the fireworks won't be perfect, if we can't watch the morning, we won't be able to greet the sunrise. The hometown of Yun, walking in the sky, never met each other, never set foot on the footsteps; the hometown of Yun, far away in the world, seems to be familiar, vaguely seen in dreams; the hometown of Yun, a drop of ink becomes a painting, the low eyebrow condenses the fragrance, curls up to home. The clouds of nostalgia, the pure sadness that turns into a wisp of solitary smoke, the ardent longing, the poignant and sad poems, the beautiful love, the petals scattered in the night, the brilliance encountered, the vows reflected in the heart under the flowers, the journey of looking at each other from a distance, Rouge's tear-stained eyes and brows are condensed in thought. It's hard to tell the sorrow of a lifetime at the end of the world, and the face is haggard on the journey. Embrace the hazy moonlight, salvage the hazy feelings, and move with them in the dancing light. The clear breeze and bright moon are the most beautiful times.

A person's longing, a smile sleeps in the eyebrows, the cyan smile waits for the sunrise, even if the heart falls into the dust, the light of the smile melts into the moonlight, purging the darkness of the night. Warmth, relying on distant ties, there is still a pair of bright eyes in the dark night, which can penetrate this quiet night. There are thousands of mountains and rivers, and there are many kinds of customs. If you are sincere, please cherish the fate. In the pure silence, you can watch the sun and the moon, listen to the gurgling spring, the wind, flowers, snow and moon are just clouds between the fingers. The tranquility of silence and joy is that The spring light in the season, a touch of green in the mountains and rivers, and the fragrance of the quiet night.

Twisting your fingers for the soft fragrance, the understanding of the lightness of floating petals, the quiet time, the hazy longing for the rain of falling petals, the gentle breeze without saying goodbye, the fragrance of the four seasons when the flowers are blooming, the incomprehensible style of spring, why bother The spring flowers of love are blooming, the love is deep, the autumn colors are quiet and beautiful, the fragrance of the warm years, the scenery is infinite. Why worry about not having spring in the scenic spot? If it is good, it will be the spring of memory. If it is there, it will be the brightness of warmth. Beside the door lintel, the shadow in the sun, the ivy spreads the lush greenness of lovesickness, the wind comes and touches me close, after the rain, I get intimate with the dewdrops, the snow solidifies the deep love, the spring equinox, the flowers bloom brilliantly, you are here, the fragrance lingers all season , you go and watch Jingmei, that is the happy distance, the smile hidden in the time.

In my smiling eyes, I want a wisteria garden, where its vines can be used as swings and fly in the wind. The vines are connected to the hair, which is the inextricable heart and soul in the ears. The scenery in the world is so picturesque that even if you travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, it is difficult to capture it. Morning and night, I searched for thousands of mountains, looked forward to them, read Tang poems and Song lyrics, and it seemed like I had seen them before, but I traveled thousands of rivers.

In the quiet years, you happen to be here, and your charming smile falls into the gap between the fingers, and your heart touches the softness of the fingertips. The heart that fell into the dust is rendered by the softness of silence. No matter how peaceful it is, it can pass through the gaps between the fingertips and reproduce the time when a tree blooms.

On the quiet branches, dormant magnolias enjoy the fragrance and comfort in the seasonal scenery, and the murmuring joy in the sunshine, rain and dew. Shaking a reed is light, rippling in the breeze on the microwave of the clear water, chasing the joy of a dragonfly's ripples in the water, and staying together with the graceful tenderness in the pool. In quiet times, moss covers the cliffs, ushering in the bright spring for the moving clouds. In the depth of Xingyun, the fragrance of flowers squeezes in through the crack of the closed door, curling softly on the heart, catering to the thoughts that are about to move. The brightness of spring, the blue sea and clouds, can be seen in the distance, close to the soft moss, and the gentle whisper of the wind is heard. You are the swaying light in my heart, which cannot be touched. You are a pearl-like cloud on my palm, caressed by the pain of anxious love, just to bring you to the flower house that grows like summer flowers.

Thousands of thoughts day and night, in the season, create a wisteria garden, the fragrance of love, a graceful spiritual swing, the understanding of splash-ink emotions, flying together in happy times, the softness of love, weaving blue silk Thousands of emotions, the gentle wind conveys the love of the soul, the smile in the eyes is like vines, leaves and flowers, and a heart that lasts a lifetime is the most beautiful garden. A river of water cannot last as long as my thoughts, and a curtain of moon cannot explain the dreams in my heart. The sky is far away, and the continuous water is far less than the heart and soul. The night is deep, and the brightness of the moon cannot cover my heart's love. Tranquility is the joy of harmony, shaking shadows are the trembling of emotion, understanding of weeping willows and clear water, ripples are the smiles of the charming water moon that poke the heart.

The spring scenery is bright and endearing. When I think about spring alone, I am in the Huanhua Pond. There are thousands of silent paintings, and my heartbeats tremble into the paradise. Outing in the season, walking in the wind in the flower corridor filled with clouds, a curtain of dreams floating under the peach branches, this has passed through the waiting in the past life, the roots of lovesickness are entangled under the flowers, the wind and frost have deepened the scars on the body, and the soul has become pink in the sky , the buds of understanding are murmuring in tacit understanding, the gentle smile is waiting to bloom, the clear whisper is full of daphne fragrance, the deep love lingers for a long time, love flies by in the late autumn, and the dream of paradise is found between the lowered eyebrows. As time goes by, the peach blossom stamens that are intoxicated by the dust are blooming thousands of miles away, and the sky is filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms.

The tranquility in the distance, in my heart, the mountains and rivers in the distance blend into your smile, the clear water lakes in the distant mountains, the half-hidden peach blossoms in the mountains, I don’t know the tranquility of the floating clouds on the boat, but I see it. Beside the eaves of thatched house, the fading thoughts of peach blossoms on the branches in front of the window are flying thousands of miles away, but the feelings that are neither seductive nor charming can never be separated. The mountains in the distance are numerous, the mood of spring is strong, the mist and rain are carefree, and the laughter is abundant. Hidden in the bamboo hut on the mountain, the spring sorrow condenses on the dew, and the peach blossoms are secretly fragrant. The time is quiet, the jade pot is shining, and the flowers are like summer flowers. I'm sailing on a boat, waiting for the spring rain at the ferry, and hanging flowers under the lamp. With love and dreams, quietly watch the clear water of Peachland, place the brightness and elegance, dance with the warmth of neon clothes, pick up the veins of the leaves, depict the true love, wait for the autumn frost, and pick red maples to decorate the distant mountains.

A river of clear water spreads gentle waves. The spring breeze cuts through the ripples in the center of the river, and the falling petals are the shy fragrance of flowers on the bank. The lakeside is bright red, and the smile is drunk with the fragrance. The rain of petals floats into the stream on the other side, but it ripples in the center of the lake on this side. During the play, the clouds in the painting are floating around beautifully, which is what is in the heart. Smoke and clouds curl around the petals softly. A silent thought on this side is the understanding on the other side of spring waves spreading to Yaochi.

A small boat floats on the Huajiang River, on the water's edge, waiting for someone to see the beautiful scenery deep in the clouds and smoke, and chatting calmly. Be a leaf of duckweed and float in the middle of the lake. In the depths of the lotus, tell your love in detail. The gentle breeze caresses the tired face of the lotus dust, the dewdrops ripple the softness in the veins of the leaf, and the fragrance of the lotus heart is full of affection and lingering. In the season of swaying dancing, the love of drops of dew is intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers, making ripples, and the duckweed is coveted under the graceful shadow. Duckweed in the moonlight, licking red beans and lovesickness, paddling in a canoe, hearing the evening singing of the waves, the brilliance of the lotus, waiting for the warmth of the buds, the gurgling stream, willing to ride the waves together, looking forward to the rising tide. Falling time. You are the most beautiful gift in my life, and I am your most beautiful encounter in this life.

The moonlight of the lotus pond, the gentle waves of the clear water, the swaying spring dream of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the pure heart is like a lotus, like the quiet fragrance of summer flowers. The lotus heart kneeling in front of the Buddha has burned away the smoke and clouds of the mortal world, turning into incense in the heart. Watching the tranquility of the mist and clouds, it is like the green lotus sitting quietly in front of the Buddha, burning incense! I would like to be a drop of crystal dew on the green lotus, containing Han's emotions like glass, unstained by dust. When I think about it, my heart and soul tremble slightly, shaking the dewdrops of love, a drop of rain, soft and gentle, the laughter of Qinglian, intoxicating my heart, the rippling water on the lakeside meets each other, the willows are like smoke, the wind is blowing, and the autumn waves are passing through the clear water.

The most beautiful scenery in the world is not far away, but in the heart. It is like the hazy poetry of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like the sadness of walking in the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty poems, and the heart is filled with tenderness. If you want to make your heart happy and fly, then let your fingers wrap softly and your voice be full of emotion, shining brightly with your heart together. It is the beauty of colorful clouds and seagulls. The clouds and the flying seagulls reflect the joy of returning to their hometown. The seagulls beat the sky and flutter their wings, writing about the long journey of accompanying life. The seagulls fly together and travel far away in a colorful way to show love. If you enter my clouds, all the charms will be a kind of beauty. You who are happy and have a good journey are my smile in the clouds, which adds a joyful look. When walking on the street, I often stop and look up at the sky, where there is a cloud staring and watching. Peaceful heart, stay quietly with you, let the years pass by peacefully, cherish each other well, love each other well, wait for the warmth of the heart, and spend the good time together quietly.

It is not time that is ruthless. If the heart is warm, the veins in time are fresh and beautiful.

If the years are blank and ruthless, why use the veins of the heart to depict the true feelings? If the heart is warm, the years are quiet, and the time is April in the world. April in the human world may be a paradise for literati. My heart just wants to be in the emotional sky city, lazily close my eyes and enjoy silently. Your well-being is my happiness, and your well-being is my care. My dear, if you stay with me, I will be of the same mind in my thoughts, and know how to be united and walk together. If you don't abandon me, I will never leave you. The years will be peaceful, and I hope that my heart's love will never leave you.

Your world is clear, like a clear mountain stream, clear and quiet, the simplicity of the wilderness, pure and sweet, like the gentle breeze in silence that warms the heart. The spring breeze is ten miles away, but there is no whisper; love is echoing, but it is silent. Quietly, the wind embraces the trees, the snowflakes melt in the eyes, the lowered eyebrows are intoxicated, and silence is better than sound at this time. Love echoes in spring. Happiness is a kind of sharing, a kind of hug of the heart, a smile that blooms together, as bright as a summer flower. If I can give you a piece of tranquility and a piece of joy, as long as you are happy, I am willing to bring the whispering The grass and trees are watching, in peace and quiet, if you are really happy, come here for the joy, I will wait for your joy, leave a tree of peach fragrance in the breeze, watch the quiet and beautiful years quietly, in this mirror water mountain lake, for you The poem of the hanging willow will float the fragrant sea of ??flowers for you under the charm of the clouds and mountains.

The faint heart has never heard or seen, but has smelled the fragrance long ago. The fragrant grass of love, along with the spring light, streaks through the burning flames, and the burnt charcoal turns into traces under the ink, shining brightly like a beautiful halo of summer flowers. To be quiet, the heart hides behind the mist and rain, and walks quietly; to enlightenment, the soul blooms in Bodhi, practice; to sit cross-legged, with the smile of life warming, it is Zen practice. Silence, sincere lower eyebrows and slight ripples, understanding like summer flowers, curling up with the fragrance of a flower, move forward. Although a drop of rain cannot give a world, it can open a window to the heart. A drop of rain cannot make a big tree grow, but it can make seedlings germinate. A drop of rain cannot hold heavy emotions, but it can see clarity and clarity. A drop of rain cannot influence the direction of falling, but it can affect the destiny. A drop of rain, blending into the eyebrows, can moisturize the world in the eyes. If a drop of rain is like laughter floating in the heart or falling flowers, use understanding to understand the true feelings, even if it is short-lived, it will produce a splash of ink like summer flowers.

The picture scroll is hidden in the scroll, only for one person to show his face. The pen and ink outline the delicate feelings, and only you can render it into a painting. In the quiet years, you are my search for thousands of mountains and rivers, and you are the scroll of thousands of mountains and rivers in my heart. The scenery in the world is so picturesque that even if you travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, it is difficult to capture it. Morning and night, I searched for thousands of mountains, looked forward to them, read Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and it seemed that I had seen them before, but they were far away from thousands of rivers. In the quiet years, you happen to be here, and your charming smile falls into the gap between the fingers, and your heart touches the softness of the fingertips. The heart that fell into the dust is rendered by the softness of silence. No matter how peaceful it is, it can pass through the gaps between the fingertips and reproduce the time when a tree blooms. The pure white scroll, gentleness has created the words, and dyed the softness between the fingers. It only needs one person to paint on it, and splash ink to make it look like you like.

The world is cold and warm, misty rain is hazy, and the shore of the water is smeared with green spots, and the lingering spring light cannot be seen clearly. The simple thoughts of the passing years can be seen when the grass grows and the orioles are flying, and the willows are dense even when the orioles are flying. The distant heart can also encounter the wind of Tang Dynasty and the rain of Song Dynasty. Even as time goes by, there are lingering whispers on the ground under the eyebrows, listening to the twittering of birds in autumn, and the warmth of the sleeping hairline is soft on the fingers. It is the Qinghuan that dwells in spring, gazing at the beauty of life. The clouds are watching for peace and quiet, happiness is ushering in the horizon, the clouds are smudged into clouds, the smiles are soaked with sweetness, the clouds are raining, longings are falling, the clouds are condensed with snowflakes, and the crystal clear moon meets the sun.

I don’t know when the snow has come, and I don’t know when it will leave. From that first time I saw the snow falling, it seems that it has never left. When it comes again, it is just an intoxicating beauty of psalms. Snow has long been the poem of clouds and the spirit of clouds. Clouds are just traveling on a windy and snowy night, spreading and relaxing. The clouds have passed through the four seasons, and I have seen the flowers in abundance. The brilliance is not as good as the true feelings. It is also clouds and smoke, with a quiet heart, but it is the poetry of flowers in the snow, looking at the snow, listening to the breath, showing the elegance of the clouds and the falling snow. The pursuit of moving clouds in the four seasons is just waiting for the arrival of snow. The charming eyes of snowflakes are crazy about spring. The snow is flying, but the smell of fragrance will report the spring scenery, and the spring will feel like walking under the clouds. The warmth of the clouds brings a ray of sunshine, the soft waves of the clouds leave a ray of moonlight, the flowers blooming on the street are the smiles that come to mind, and the sound of the tree shadows and the wind is the whispering pursuit. Don't let me miss you for too long, my fragile heart is afraid of being broken. Don't let me miss you for too long, and the grinding ink is afraid of drying up. When the snowy winter comes again, I will grasp the wisps of fragrance, and when the years are quiet, I will keep the eternal book of poems in Jinglun's heart.

Coming out of spring, I picked up the memory of snowflakes. What floated down was just the gesture of true love. In the fragrance, my heart found the joy of the years, a joy, coiled in the white of the old tree. Flowering branches bloom and fall into the veins of autumn colors. How sentimental, the faint wisps of smoke curl up, but in the cool sadness, the traces of snow scattered on the ground, the seasons are rotating, the wind stops, everything goes as it comes. When it snows, the scary thing is not the depth of the traces under your feet, but that the season has changed, the snow has melted, and the original shadow has long disappeared, but it still remains in the memory, and the passing time is still regarded as a beautiful longing. Years, since we have come to the bright spring, why bother to die in the cold winter? The origin and origin fall, and the flowers come back.

If you are quiet, you can hear each other's voices; if your heart is clear, you can see the true nature of all things; if your heart does not move, the wind will not do anything.

The wind passes by, no matter how long it stays, the clouds pass by, and I don’t fall in love with the beauty of the green mountains. If I come here, if I shake it gently, I hear the sound in the waves, and the face is moved in the grace. Who can say that I have never been in love with you in the far away place? , but left behind an affectionate dream shadow, which may have gone far, or may not have gone far. A person's happiness becomes the concern of the heart, and a leaf is fluttering on the branch...

Meeting when a flower blooms, from now on it is the quiet beauty of the flower, I wish you this life So intoxicating with the fragrance of flowers. The years are quiet, I don’t complain about separation, I only complain about lovesickness, time flies by, I don’t worry about the distance, my heart dwells on the crescent moon, the flowers bloom on the street, I don’t sigh when the flowers fall, my fingers wrap around the soft room, the fragrance is lingering, the quiet time is so good to be with you , I just want to be intoxicated with you in the time, admiring the flowers, the moon and the mountains and rivers, without complaining about separation. I'm afraid that I will be obsessed with the quiet years, but I will never find the favor of my heart. My heart will turn into mourning, and my love will turn into illness. I can only think of it earnestly, imbue my heart with my heart, and always keep my family warm. I hope that in the time, there will be quiet and good flowers, and there will be flowers. It is quiet and beautiful under the flowers, and there are beautiful flowers and a full moon. How can such a beautiful city be tolerated as it ages. If the twilight remains the same, the bright moon shines through the clear window, and I hold you in my arms for three thousand times, without saying goodbye.

The years are quiet, climbing up the bright moonlight peaks, the gentle breeze blowing the sleeves, the gentle trembling of love, the tenderness in the palm of your hand slowly, the love that flows thousands of miles away, do you hear it in the wind? Has the night penetrated? You know, my heart has come to the smile, lived in the eyebrows, secretly hiding in the moonlight and missing you. The moonlight is bright and clear, casting down the white light of longing for beauty. It is the softest light in the world, just like words that are soft and penetrating into the heart and bones. The moonlit Langfang can't describe the edge of lovesickness. The fragrance of blooming flowers cannot match the distant feelings. The ink color of the words cannot describe the soft tenderness. The vast night and the smoke in my heart can climb up to the moonlight to find the person in my dream. , draw a waxing moon, feel safe in the arms of love, and invite it to dream. If I miss you, your figure will be reflected by the moonlight, and your shadow will follow you wherever you go. The years are quiet, and I miss you online. If you are thinking about it, don't let your heart be offline for too long. Remember that your heart is waiting online, and the invisible lovesickness will be offline long ago.

If you understand that whether you are present or not, a thought will always be there. If you are hidden in the night, you are waiting for a heart-to-heart talk. If you are exposed, you are waiting for the wink of love to guide your mind. Love is in my heart, whether I see it or not, the smile is still in my eyes, and the love creeps into my heart. There is a kind of care in the eyebrows and eyes, a beautiful smile, not charming the city or the country, just for the warmth in the world. If it is true love, the brocade of infatuated love is embroidered; if it is loved, the deep love enchants the soul; if it is a gift, the maple color will be dyed red and the sunset will let the heart drift away with love. The night is getting darker, and the lovesickness is getting thicker. The red lanterns are hanging, but they are missing. The festival is full of reunions, but there is only one missing. I wonder how you are? We know that this night, my heart is waiting quietly, waiting for the smile in the light, waiting for the gentleness of the moonlight, waiting for the murmur after the noise is over. The sound of firecrackers outside is bidding farewell to the old year. My heart slips out of loneliness and looks out from the eaves. I look forward to seeing each other at the place of farewell, waiting for tonight's quiet time. The ferry of dreams, where the wind and water rise, the gentle fragrance of flowers, if you come, I will boil a pot of moonlight with my whisper, and drink slowly with you.

The wind blows, passing through the softness of happiness. Late at night, it is dipped in the fragrance of pure joy. When sleeping peacefully, chasing a heart to come, pure joy is a person, the sun is warm, and the years are peaceful. The quiet laughter of sleeping in the sunshine, the lingering trembling of the heart in the warmth, the warmth of blessing brought by the love flute, the unchanging years are written with unforgettable memories, the smile in the sunshine is pure and warm, just like the warm breath in the words, in the warmth In Reli, if we are given a peaceful joy, if we are given a tenderness of pure joy, and a soothing joy, then there must be mutual understanding in each other's hearts. Feelings that naturally fall into the heart are spiritual and smooth.

Every year is normal, why seek perfection? In the pure time, there are scenery everywhere, only people who understand you, Range Rover is quiet and quiet, I just want to watch the years quietly and with love, bringing you life like a summer flower. glorious time. On the lintel of the years, there is companionship day and night, and it is naturally warm. I would like to hide in the warm time, bask in the sun, smell the fragrance of flowers, and keep a smile on my face. There is a tree of spring flowers, its branches smile at the eyebrows of the window, and the buds are slightly exposed. In the quiet time, I only hope that this flower branch, with its fragrance in its mouth, will melt in the eyes and accompany the heart to the end of the world. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it will always hang in the window of the years, allowing a person to smell the fragrance in a quiet and pleasant way.

There is a kind of understanding, the first meeting is like acquaintance in a dream, the first words are like meeting a close friend again, there is a kind of whispering, like talking to another self, the world is separated, but it enters the heart, warms the heart, touches the soul, and also It’s hard to leave, and I’m used to waiting for someone to come in silence. Every time I come, I am full of warmth. The spring flowers and autumn fruits leave behind the intoxicating beauty of the distant mountains, the charming scenery, the clear water and the thin waves, and the fragrance of summer flowers. This fragrance is very light, very light, but very warm, very quiet, astounding and heart-wrenching. Occasionally it will make you drunk. When the night is dark, you can also see the shadow of the moonlight cup. A roll of time, following the gentle whisper of the breeze, climbing up to the stars and picking up the moon, feeling as peaceful as water. The dazzling make-up cannot outshine the gentle whispers of Ivy's time, the flying glory of the dazzling years, the tenderness of the misty waves, and the enthusiasm of new love, cannot stand up to the fragrance and joy of being on the water, like the years. Be quiet and let a mirror, water, mountain and lake watch over you day and night. When the wind blows, the shengxiao ripples silently and the roses smile. When it is quiet, the harp plays softly and smells the fragrance.

In the years, with the watchfulness of the heart, there is an indescribable joy. In the quiet time, I am quietly rejoicing deep in my heart. When you come, I will be happy. In the silence, you may get drunk, and the flowers will bloom in your heart. If you like it, stay with me and listen to the flowers bloom. The years are peaceful with you! Don’t talk about separation between life and death, don’t talk about separation and sorrow, I just want peace and stability in this world. If you are well, it will be the blessing that clears thousands of miles.

Thousands of rivers and mountains are always full of love, and I would like to travel through mountains and rivers to find a quiet place of water and soil in the mountains and rivers, and place my thoughts properly. From now on, I sit quietly, look at the mountains and rivers, and watch the ripples of time pass by. In the distance, the love of Zhanwang's heart adds warmth to the coldness, love when fragile, and comfort when tired. In the ordinary years, let the heart of Zhanwang repose the sweetness of happiness and the unchanging tenderness of fingers. Peace of mind.

Across the distance of time and space, there is always a watcher, exiled in the white snow in spring, as pure and beautiful as the snow in a silver bowl. It’s not about romance, it’s just about blessings. The distance is only the distance between our hearts. We know that there is never any distance, and the ends of the earth are just around the corner. The sound of murmuring, there is wind in the silence, love is bathed in the rain, the sound falls and the kite rises. In life, if you have an understanding, it is the greatest joy. It is rare to find a close friend in the mountains and rivers. If you get it, how can you not hesitate? If there is a high mountain, how can the flowing water leave it? You don't want to drift with the tide, just be that pool of clear water, with the mountain reflected in the clear water. A city has such brightness and nostalgia because of one person, who shines with the bright moon. One person builds a city, and the chrysanthemums planted on the fence are not willing to be lonely, and have a quiet and fragrant fragrance. I would like to guard the east fence and be the lover of the chrysanthemums. I would like to be the lover of the pure land and dream of the city. I would plant the joy of the east fence, pick the fragrance of the chrysanthemums and spread the softness all over the ground. , Watching the tranquility of the years.

Standing in front of the window, waiting for you to watch the first ray of sunshine together. The dark night closed her eyes with a smile, filled the pillow with the fragrance and slept peacefully, and rushed to welcome the first ray of sunshine. In the warm sunshine, you can see the light of lovesickness penetrating the night, and the charming eyes crawling on the window, Waiting for the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers flying in Lingxi, the swaying flowers and plants in the mountains and rivers, soaked in the dew of longing, waiting for the tenderness of being close to the petals. Outside the window, the time is so quiet, and there is so much yearning, just like the scenery, with bright smiles, lush greenery, poetic fragrance of flowers, and pleasant swaying. How many of them are still as before, dancing on the bright road of spring, with the fragmentary time and the enchantment of life. Perhaps, watching the tranquility of a heart, the pure joy in the light fireworks, and those soft whispers make everything beautiful, just as promised, and as gorgeous as flowers.

If the most beautiful scenery in the world is the graceful expression of that person after their date at dusk, I hope that after that person’s date at dusk, they will leave behind endless murmuring poetry, reflected like the glow of summer flowers, even if life and death are separated, the murmuring The whispers are full of meaning. Flowers bloom, looking forward to being appreciated in the same connection. Flowers fall, and turn into flower mud when they are eclipsed. People who understand the beauty of the heart, in the moonlight at the right moment, with an elegant heart, filled with the fragrance of the years, gentle and low The fragrance lingers on the gray hair on the temples, which radiates the beauty of life.