You know, in order to invite this past life I was alone in the hustle and bustle of the red dust, lonely for many years, your arrival, lit up my eyes in the bright, if you can, I would like to be in the beautiful flowers, close the door to the heart, take the wind into the dream, just for you alone, low-brow fireworks on earth.
Age is a poem, I put pen to paper, in the shallow look back and embrace the past, with the end of the pen alone taste of the soul of loneliness and beauty, the book between the eyebrows of the wind, but also the book of the human world, so that the time of the lightness of the life of the heaviness, and the light of the year in the melting.
If all the encounters in the world are a long goodbye, I will use the most pious rhymes, you and I meet written into the bone; if the most beautiful life is the first time to see, I will use the tone of the deep love, the first time to see the stunning fixed, I use the warm words and chapters, write down the traces of the years, for each fragment of life, a faint smile, in the red dust in silent meditation, shallow joy, deep love.
Thanks from time to time, the gift of life to me, I can let me in the text to repair the hedge planting chrysanthemums, in the sunlight curls in the footsteps, along with the wind, will be the rainfall written into the poetry, so that the state of mind as light as the white clouds, will be the time to keep the quiet in the quiet into the Qingxi.
Life's flat and narrow, because of the warmth of the encounter, all the days are stained with dew and flowers. Keeping a heart of the agreement, in the years of rolling not alarmed and not disturbed, with a smile will be a good collection, even if one day the hair as snow, memories will still be filled with, you give the green lush.
The flow of years, is a song without words, those days with the wind encounter, so that a flower blossomed a gentle beauty, so that the rain fell a fresh poetic, met, enriched the bottom of the life, is the most beautiful bloom on the years of paper, warm, such as the palm of the memories, depicting the life of the five color clouds.
The days of love, the heart of the warm; the days of you, warm and long, the best emotion, not the promise of the alliance; not the promise of the heart, long companionship, is the most gentle treatment. I will be thinking about, euphemistically in the eyes, to the far away, send a happy, between the eyebrows on the heart, is a shallow smile.
Often think, the most beautiful thing in this world, is on the road of life, meet a person who understands you, in the words of mutual dependence, in the flow of years in the dream, in the years of companionship, no matter how much scenery, through how much wind and rain, look back, is still the first encounter you, once met, this life, and you have not gone far.
You said, the red dust has love, and line and cherish; I said, time turns, only for you to lower the eyebrow, the road of life, met you, met all the beautiful. The wind caresses the soul, the rain moistens the heart, I know, this is the gift of heaven. Sunshine, in the heart of the growth, meet, is the most beautiful flow of years.
I put you, hidden in the heart, the heart will be more of a peace and warmth; I put you in the text, it will enrich my words; I put you in the dream, the dream is humbly, I use the colorful ink brush for you, depicting the love of the heart; I take the clouds in the sky, weaving the colorful clothes of the dream for you, let the years of dyeing the spring and vegetal autumn, and you sit on the doorway of the light of the day, listen to the murmurings of the wind, flowers, snow, moon, and step on the The spring dawn of the Su Causeway, the world of peach blossoms, follow the fragrance of flowers, listen to the wind and rain, *** all the way charming, with true love and inseparable, write the most beautiful poetry of the heart.
My heart, in the May fragrance, cut a bright, invite you into the painting, painting a picture of the encounter such as flowers, look at the flowers in the wind charming, fresh and elegant for you, for you beautiful flowers; painting a folding willow sent love, love of the ferry, gathering and dispersal of the two yi yi yi, a hundred turns, the continuation of the cycle of love; painting a picture of the rain in Jiangnan, the oil-paper umbrella under the hope of looking through the waters of the autumn, exuding the same fragrance as the clove, beautifully romantic for a thousand years. The fragrance of the lilacs, beautiful the romantic poetry of the millennium; painting a floating world of happiness, playing the mountains and rivers, pulling the thin wind into the string, the heart of the snow, and rely on each other between the clouds and the water.
I rejoice, in the time of a flower bloom, met you, then, can quietly read you, read your poetry, read your deep far, read your white snow, can be in the shallow years, with a rainfall, swaying dance, such as the wind will be the white clouds of the rhinoceros, as the first acquaintance.
For the sake of a mutual understanding in the dust and smoke, I decorate my lips with bright colors, and you follow each other. I think it's a good idea to have a good time, but I think it's a good idea to have a good time, and I think it's a good idea to have a good time. Memory grows in the bottom of the heart of the Brahma touched, interpretation of the heart and the heart of a song murmuring, emitting warmth, following the fragrance of the flowers, through my long hair your eyes, Wan into the light of your eyes in a clear word, write the most beautiful red dust.
Beauty to the extreme, the end of no words; hidden in the heart of the sentiment, only the heart knows, I would like to turn into a butterfly fly, perched in the palm of your heart, in the thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of miles of separation, to go to a hangover, to the heart of a vegetarian face, spread the wings, not for the fly through the sea, not for the stunning Shaoguang, only to the most perfect posture, perched on the inter-fingers of your fingers, so that the moment of the blossoming of the whole love of the flow of years, enchanting.
Waiting, such as the time in the marriage of the red; love, such as flowers in the Shaoguang, shallow time, deep transcription of love, holding your hand, listening to the sound of flowers blooming, the end of the negative, and you meet this one of the heart.
With a light pen, the story of the encounter is written as a poem, the pen is long, the pen is long. There is wind, rain, you, me, and a kind of warmth called deep love in the lines of that loving poem.
I would like to be a dandelion seed, not greedy for fireworks, do not care about the flashy, with a coat of freedom, wandering with the wind, walking through the thousands of mountains, trekking all over the red dust station, and to the scenery will see through, will be guarded by the end of the world, with the love of the years will be sitting old, *** ferry fingertips green time.
How I hope that one day, I can hold hands with you and walk through the rustic alley, the sky is a large white clouds, the air is floating with the faint fragrance of wildflowers, where there is no hustle and bustle of the world, there are only two people, two hearts, and *** by the years of baptism by the wind and frost, engraved in the heart of the deepest feelings.
Even if the days can be as simple as a bowl of rice, a waiting, the wind between the eyebrows, and outside the window of the light, because there is love, I can still be in your arms in the blooming flowers.
(Responsibility: Deputy Editor)