Outside the window, the rain is drizzling, and it's the springtime when the grass grows long and the warblers fly. Those flowers compete to open, as if your life flowers, finally, I can not restrain their feelings, had to resort to words, on the keyboard to knock down those past, those bits and pieces, for the pursuit of life, for the contemplation of life.
When the last petal withered in the late fall night, is it not a sign that the footsteps of winter is getting closer and closer? When a budding flower bone fills your eyes, is it a sign that spring is coming so gently? Late at night, the air permeated with a slight chill, as if winter has not yet left yes. Looking up at the starry sky, the stars are dotted, dotted as if by the darkness of the erosion of the sky. I am looking forward to, looking forward to your long-lost smile. Your figure is always so clear in my mind, tugging at the hearts of the watchers from time to time.
Winter annihilated all the vitality and vigor, everything is like a magic, to freeze everything, but spring is to let it all back again, again a piece of life, green sky, birds and flowers, how wonderful is the season of God's power ah! When spring came, you also came, with a sweet smile and happy tears, finally saw the long-awaited that smile, overflowing with happiness smile.
I stand here, a person quietly looking at this strange but somewhat familiar city, as if all the noise from my ears gently crossed, not leaving a trace; and quietly turned away, take away only belongs to the memory of the two people and the beauty of the two people.
Love, in the blossoming days, unforgettable. Holding hands strolling in the blue waves of the river, let the river wash feet; wandering in the soft grass, together to listen to the birdsong; blue sky and white clouds, the clothes fluttering, wantonly sang; love in the beautiful flowers, love in the blossoming season, those days converge into a river of joy and happiness, swaying into the life of the most beautiful spring. When the flowers bloomed, we were reunited. In fact, love a person, do not need to give her how deep the vow, just a simple promise, a romantic hand, a happy embrace. What is love? Is it to the death of the entanglement or leave in this life, is the fate of the cycle or this life y look back?
When love leaves, all the flowers will slowly leave with her footsteps, leaving only the scattered stumps and leaves; when love comes, close to the withered branches of the child out of the long-lost flowers, everything is pregnant with a strong sense of love. Treading in the footsteps of spring, in the roadside overflowing with happiness next to the flower bones, I gently pick a flower, put in the title page of my book. Carefully preserved, leaving my deep imprint on you. You are the most beautiful encounter of my life force, I don't know how long the shooting star can row, is it worth pursuing, I don't know how long the cherry blossom can bloom, is it worth waiting for, if the green leaves can send out all my thoughts, I would rather put the whole spring into my heart.
Love in the blossoming of flowers, spring, so beautiful a season. The wind rose, blowing wrinkled a pool of spring water, but also stirred up the blossom of the past, perhaps the spring is destined to be the season of blossoms, not the season of harvest. We have to cherish a good time in this season, everything is up to date, the new life began to grow, we also want to start a new journey, a new life, a new starting point, this spring we are the newcomers to society, but also in the spring of life, such a good time, we must grasp the spring of life, although our future can not be divined, but we just have to make a good We believe that we will have a good future and find our own piece of heaven if we work hard and struggle. Waiting for the arrival of spring, spring finally came; waiting for the opening of flowers, flowers finally open, waiting for the arrival of love ------ once the days of old age, to now, can only meet each other without words, once the sea and the world, can only let it into memories.