February ended, and the snowflake turned into running water with my lost back. I am helpless about your choice, silently pinning my sadness on the crystal patch and feeling the poetic tenderness of spring flowers. Traveling around mountains and waters is your pleasure. I appreciate your heart of being close to nature, and I am eager to share the clarity of a spring with you, so that a hundred flowers can decorate your friendship with me.
At the end of April, the flowers bloomed, with the long-lost dawn, giving me a peaceful mind. Thank you for giving me this short freedom through your efforts. I have always believed that diligence and practicality are the most precious values in my soul. Hold that steady hand, and in a natural and close tone, please go to the first place at dawn in the free time of early May. You smiled back and turned me down in good faith.
Taking back that expectation, I asked you inexplicably: "Who will accompany you and enjoy the green mountains and green waters together?"
You didn't answer me directly, but bowed your head helplessly. When you rolled your eyes and gave up docking with me, I already understood what you said in your heart. Down-to-earth planning, everything is ready to invite you to go again, and I hope that the warmth along the way will be engraved in the quiet time. But you didn't choose my romance. A whim, a casual decision, actually let you enjoy it. Bitter coffee is poured into fragrant scented tea by you, and sweet smile blooms for others.
I was carrying out the plan on time when you suddenly contacted me. Before you speak, I understand that outliers are part of your plan. When the sun shines on the earth, tourists have already embarked on a journey. When the morning mist clears, you are still waiting for your dead partner. When the passengers have tea, you will meet your partner and set off.
Freedom is coming to an end I asked you out again, and you said to me, "Never again." After listening, I lit the map in my hand, burning hope and turning it into lost ashes. So I missed the last bus of your trip? ! Did I lose it unintentionally, or did you give it up on purpose?
Don't worry and smile. Have a nice day!
Smile Enron Prose 2 fleeting time, walking quietly, without disturbance or loneliness, savoring the time alone, listening to the years, letting my thoughts linger, a little cold and cheerless slipping through my heart, my gentle jade floating in my dream, unable to pick it up, listening to the melodious voice coming from the distant mountains, but it has nothing to do with me, I am intoxicated by myself.
Whether you are sad or happy, the road under your feet always goes forward. Let go of pessimism, so-called entanglement and heavy burden. After all, people can't live in memories all their lives. When the bell rings at dawn, a new day begins. Clean up your mood and fly with the sunshine, so you don't have to sink into your own hell. You don't have to be a weak person in life. If you have the courage to conquer yourself, you can still be full of energy!
Gradually, we learned to think calmly and treat life optimistically. Although there will be too many disappointments, we still choose to face them firmly. Life is to feel, and it is really best to feel the practical happiness that belongs to us with your heart!
The wind lifted the jade bowl, played a sunny song, looked at the lush foliage, birds and flowers, graceful and touching in June, tapped the fleeting time with his fingers, understated it, looked around the season, and outlined the summer scenery on the branches of the years. Twist a meter of sunshine, express a piece of paper, let life bloom peacefully, make your heart calm and keep a leisurely life.
When dawn knocks on the window of the night, the sleepy night slowly opens its eyes and enjoys the baptism of the morning light. When the bright and beautiful began to dance, how could we not be moved by it? Gently touch the beauty of youth with smiling eyes. My heart is thawing and bathed in warmth. When the warm wind blows my cheeks and gently touches the cool strings, can I get drunk, my season? When the green vine of thought is full of branches, I know that I have been walking in the shallow summer.
Time flickers and blooms brilliantly in my eyes, so I pick bright flowers. No matter how stormy, every stroke of natural ink is my eternal memory. The affection given by time is quietly folded and collected. Counting the warmth of bits and pieces and writing with true meaning will make the years vivid and bright, make my heart full of happy flowers and make my life full of gentle fragrance!
On a warm day, go out and enjoy the scenery of nature. There is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and my heart is bathed in the warm sunshine in midsummer. A day without troubles is pleasant, and you don't need to please. Just be simple and pure, and let your heart breathe freely in the bright sunshine.
The breeze gently kisses the brow, which is the affection sent by summer. The fingertips gently touch a song, which makes the full and graceful heartstrings bloom quietly, so that you can listen: the years are quiet and the smile is safe!
I only hope that there will be a little warmth, and the four seasons will bloom and move forward brilliantly. Through your years, a word of understanding will warm each other.
Laughing at Enron Prose 3. From blooming to withering, I turned around a beautiful and amazing flower season, enjoying the beauty of flowers and the surprises of green fruits climbing branches again and again; From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, I experienced a real fleeting time, tasted all kinds of tastes of fireworks and mortals, and realized the hardships of fireworks life.
The past days, whether happy or sad, are the most real fireworks life, a landscape on the road of life and the most unforgettable life; The past years, whether wind and frost or rain and snow, are the strongest, an experience on the road of life and an indelible mark of life.
No matter how much you get, you must cheer for yourself; Regardless of success or failure, we must make great strides. In the past, it was beautiful to be happy, and it was an experience to be unhappy. Road, still extending at the foot; Hope still rises in my heart.
Time, like a calm lake and river, flows quietly, day after day, year after year, across the morning and night, through the four seasons, taking away time and leaving stories; What slips away is the ignorance and youth of growth, and what precipitates is the stability and wisdom after maturity; What I have gone through is bitter years, but what I have left is warmth. Through the end of the year, across the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the new year symbolizes a new atmosphere and looks forward to new hope.
Today is a sunny and spring day. I should have bathed in spring and smiled happily. After a night of pain, I'm depressed. After learning that my father had committed an old habit in the morning, the already depressed mood was even more depressed. Even if you are exhausted and the pain continues, even if you have bright sunshine all over the sky, you can't be happy.
They say happiness is like the wind, it comes and goes in a hurry. Happy time is like a whirlwind, it has been a year, so we always complain that time passes too fast; Worry is like silk, and the days of worry are suffocating if they are wrapped in thousands of sad silk threads. I always want this annoying time to pass quickly, it has become dusk.
Suddenly, I just want to hide in a place where no one can find me, sleep, sleep. ...
I always feel that time is the greatest magician, leaving his mark on us without trace. The marks carved on the face and body are clearly visible, but who can know the marks that can be branded on the heart?
Sitting alone by the window, staring coldly at the outside, bored. People come and go, laughing and cursing, in full swing. It was a prosperous time. However, all this seems to have nothing to do with yourself. So, you are a bystander? Or a passer-by, perhaps, everything is nothing, or perhaps, I am just an alien who is out of tune with this world.
Fireworks are cold and fleeting; People change, things change. Where did the flowers fly, and they didn't hurt? Don't worry about when it will rain. Everyone knows that the human heart is the most difficult to control, but it is always impossible not to be influenced by emotions; As we all know, we can't live in an emotion, but we are detained every day.
The troubles and hardships of life always follow. Many troubles have nowhere to tell, and there is no way to complain. They can only sigh faintly in their own castles, struggle in their own world, let their melancholy mood float and sink, and then let it go slowly.
The floating morning mist covered the whole sky. The sky is hazy, the ground is hazy and the world is gray; People are hazy, the heart is hazy, and the sea fog locks the building. I especially hope that a ray of sunshine will penetrate the smog, disperse the diffuse dark clouds and give the world sunshine.
When people are tired, they rest, put everything down and recuperate; Give up when you are tired, and give up all the people and things that make your heart uncomfortable. The body is the capital of one's own survival and needs to be cherished; The mood is an inseparable close lover, which needs careful care.
I always want to face every morning of life with a beautiful charm smile, but I can't face the ups and downs of life indifferently; I always want to walk through every season in the world with an elegant attitude, but I can't cope with the hardships of life. Life is a practice from complexity to simplicity, and an understanding from mystery to enlightenment. If you can't smile, turn around and walk to the place where the sun rises.
Suddenly, my heart is deeply tired. Think more, lean on the corner of time and enjoy a moment of quiet leisure. Squinting my eyes, quietly feeling the softness of the breeze, quietly smelling the fragrance of spring flowers, savoring the silent time and gliding lightly through time and space. On the forehead, there is a breeze rippling; Between the brow, there is warm sun in the smoke; Nose, flowers in the air; Ears, Chun Yan is whispering, time is flowing quietly, and the mood is stable and calm.
Standing outside the world of mortals with a faint indifference through the window, watching the changes of the world, let the prosperity quietly end, let the sea become a mulberry field, not afraid, not sad, not happy, smiling safely and aging quietly. ...
Laugh at Enron Prose 4 Autumn is gloomy and quiet, and the season slides into the track of time with the change of withered and yellow. Holding a handful of fragrance left by autumn, I am carefree in my arms, ignoring the world of mortals and loneliness and sadness. Ideal, make a little smile, indifferent mood, comfort my peace of mind. -It rains in Mao Mao in autumn.
The late autumn wind, warm, brushed the face, slipped through the atrium, and the mood was as pleasant as autumn water. Eyes light across the sky of the soul, through the clouds, fly at will. The wind, slipping through my ear, listening to the slight piano sound, soft, soft and comfortable, evokes a long-lost tremor in my heart.
Time flies, the past is like the wind, perhaps, after vicissitudes and loneliness, in retrospect, everything is so dull.
Along the way, the journey of years left many mottled traces, those distant times, those past events, those fancy years, those gorgeous colors smeared in life, which decorated the journey of life with colorful colors.
Therefore, whether our journey is vicissitudes or mediocrity, or prosperity and splendor, these have nothing to do with the passing years. Because the road of life, no one can tell where it is flat, where it is bumpy, where it is sad and vicissitudes, and where it is prosperous. Therefore, only look down on everything, wait and see the world, smile indifferently, and feel safe and lonely.
Life, every January, ups and downs, Aika. Chi Cheng walked in the world, and the time left between her fingers washed away the pallor of the world. I have worked so hard to find those memories diluted by time, and always want to absorb a little warmth in those remaining memories. However, where time flies, what is left is the sadness and companionship in the Spring and Autumn Period.
Gather, disperse, fade, forget, everything follows the program cycle. In recalling those distant memories, the original appearance just becomes distant and vague, familiar and unfamiliar.
Finger gently fell, and when I hit those sad words again, I realized that without the previous pain, persistence and subtle mood, there was only a touch of sadness in my heart. When it comes to nerves, there is only one kind of indifference in the eyes. When the sadness of words passes through the heart and slips through the mulberry field, it only evokes the feeling of desolation, and the pain that has been involved countless times has also been replaced by indifference.
Perhaps, the journey of life is destined to be full of loneliness and sadness. Therefore, no matter how you hide or escape, it can control your thinking and still wrap your painful wounds with memories. Only by facing it calmly, releasing the deep-seated lament, listening to the simple rhythm of the years, and giving yourself a new starting point at the overlapping intersection of life.
When the journey of the years is full of fatigue and burden, and the story is subverted by layers of dust, it will never return to the original. Once, how much familiarity turned into strangeness, how much back turned into passers-by, and finally, we were ourselves. I thought that the glory of the first acquaintance could stay in my heart, and I could listen to the familiar melody with peace of mind, but I forgot that the earthly notes were not one's.
Passing by, passing by, faded the original beauty, ignored the original scenery, those colorful fragrance, dimmed the fleeting time, lonely this life. Once, it was carved into an ancient city that would never be crossed. Sitting outside the city of years, holding a bunch of quiet in late autumn, the dusty sigh came to an abrupt end, melting a bitterness, releasing the loneliness of the soul and smiling calmly and safely. ......
Time is like running water, which is fast and slow, and finally melts into the years.
Life is very dull, a book, a pen and a glass of water, that's all. Occasionally, friends and relatives come to chat and naturally return to calm after leaving.
Stay at home all day and don't like going out. I was quiet since I was a child, but I yearned for the lively world outside. When I walked into the excitement, I felt lonely, which was my inner loneliness. It seems to be out of place in this noisy world. Like a lonely bird, still too arrogant. I fly high and seek alone, and I am calm and lonely all my life, but I am just an ordinary person with a cold heart. At the beginning, those who have experienced a lot of happiness are even more memorable. But no one can live in memories forever. After all, I was young and ignorant at that time, but now I am too cautious to accept it.
If there is an opportunity, I want to travel and be a backpacker to see the world. If you want to go to the Sahara desert and feel the charm of the desert, even if it is barren, you can never try and never know. I want to see the sea. Blue sky and blue sea meet, and seagulls fly from the ground level. I just want to lie on the soft beach, listen to the sound of the sea wind, warm and messy sunshine, press the shutter and freeze the beauty of that moment. I just found that everyone belongs to this world, and I am no exception. Sometimes you refuse to live, but life will tell you that it is beautiful.
Flowers bloom like fate, and flowers fall like fate. If you look back 500 times in your last life to meet once in this life, passing by is also a kind of fate! In the barren spring and summer, flowers are still blooming in the deep sea. God has arranged, there is a kind of meeting, which does not surprise the time, cools down the years, does not need bedding, does not need decoration, is natural and pure, simple and simple, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong when meeting, and it doesn't matter sooner or later. Every encounter will add a beauty to life, just as the wind will remember the fragrance of a flower. There are always some things in this world that will never cool down after years of precipitation, the fragrance will not dissipate alone, and the ending of the song may not necessarily end, but fate will come naturally.
Lonely miss confused ... and then show a bitter smile.
May you and I still be well at the moment.
In April, the most beautiful person passed away with disappointment. At the beginning of May, in the stream of years, we kept shuttling, and the samsara was mixed with joy, sadness and dreams. Listen to the wind, rain, leaves and flowers, and let nature take its course. A lot of scenery and beautiful things, just like the past, can always be forgotten.
Spring breeze blows, peach blossoms fall, flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable. Behind the years, we are always repeating the drama of life. In the separation and reunion, the story slowly ran aground. Too many plots, too many thoughts, just like lonely shadows in misty rain. Some beautiful things need no words, and some stories need no ending. If we meet in a sea of people, we will pretend that we have never met before and then leave like strangers. If you can, say it gently. I hope everything is all right with you.
Youth is just right, years are like poetry, and the past is like a cloud. Collect the fragments of time, meet in the depths of time and watch the flowers bloom. In a certain month, the wind blows, and then count the beautiful flowers. A flower party, short-lived joy, drifted away in the long river of time. If you can, please ask time for the beauty of the first color, so that each other can have the beauty that can be expected in spring.
At the Red Dust Ferry, the lights are dim, the piano is rustling in the misty rain, and the fingers are playing all my life. You and I should be faithful listeners, listening to romantic sadness and savoring the vicissitudes that can't be hidden. Looking for the familiar past in the flower years, it used to be beautiful, but the dream was broken. If you can, pick up a cigarette, cultivate your mind and keep the remaining temperature.
Shallow age, cool night, old scenery, hard to hide Fang's dream. The new spring scenery, after tonight, is a new one, waving a storm sleeve and smiling safely. At the crossroads of life, take the most beautiful scenery to heart, turn around calmly and embark on another new journey. If you can, give a hug before you go, then turn around and let the warmth last forever like the wind.
Time flies, time is like a song, you don't need to hold hands if you have feelings, you can cherish it; Like water, floating like a dream. If you are interested, you don't need to stay, you can watch the flowers bloom.
Smile Enron Prose 7 Reach into your pocket, and the temperature of your fingertips slowly climbs along the soft clothes. The colder the weather, the more I want to get close to others to keep warm.
Walking alone in the campus in early winter, occasionally a few yellow ginkgo leaves fluttered overhead.
There is sunshine, breeze, flowers and them, which is called shuddering youth. When the light is swaying slowly, it flows through my eyes. Swagger, regardless of my stop. But it precipitated those days with them.
In those days, the sun was lightly sprinkled on the playground, and there was a breeze, and they were there.
In those days, the air was filled with the fragrance of wisteria, with smiles and them.
In those days, dreams are still sketched, and there are courage and them.
I never thought that those ignorant girls jogging and humming in the moonlight and looking forward to the future would make me run alone. Of course, no one will indulge me like them, indulge me.
Of course, I gradually found that this is not a personal journey. The warm moments of electromagnetic waves remind me that they are always there. They also have their own dreams and lives. Although we no longer have the same dreams and goals, we all remember the warmth we walked together in those years.
I remember that silly girl who drank a bottle of coke in one breath because of her bad exam, and looked at another who was worried but didn't know what to do. I remember that day when the sun was shining, under an poplar tree, one girl turned grievances into tears and rubbed them on another girl; I remember on the way, they were practicing the simple steps they had learned secretly, confused but happy.
I have begun to get used to the days when they are not around, and I know that some roads must be taken alone. Sometimes I think of those warmest expressions, and I don't feel lonely.
There is no need to express all the warmth, slowly put it away and put it in your pocket. Not afraid it will slip away.
The temperature at the fingertips has slowly spread to the palm of your hand, and it seems that winter is not so cold. The corners of the mouth are curved. Turn around and start striding in the other direction.
Laugh at Enron's prose 8. The breeze is like a depression, and Cui crosses the bridge. The sunshine is fragrant and intoxicating, and the endless spring scenery hangs between the eyebrows. Spring has come and the flowers are blooming. Flowers are like the sea and picturesque. I want to write a poem for you in a foreign land in this gentle spring; In spring, compose a song for you in the distance.
Winter gets warmer and warmer in spring. On this sunny day, my thoughts are like mountain springs, which flow for you without interruption every day. Miss you, in the breezy morning; Miss you, at the dusk of the moon; Miss you, at the moment of fragrance.
Endless thoughts make the taste of spring long. Waiting silently makes time lonely and long, with a touch of sadness, sweet and desolate. Willow caresses the shore, and a tree is full of smoke. Yan Chungui, when will you return?
When I miss you, my face is filled with a sweet smile and my heart is full of happy thoughts, just like the faint fragrance in this blooming season, lingering around me, long, soft and warm. No matter when, it is a gentle pulse and a sweet taste.
The east wind is soft, the grass grows and the warbler flies. Spring breeze, like a master of ink painting, painted colorful scrolls, rendering the charm and enchanting of this season to the fullest. The flowers and Ye Er in full bloom on this road are beautiful red, brilliant yellow and light green. The prosperity of this place is quietly fragrant and intoxicating.
Then, a warm feeling arises spontaneously, just like the flowing gauze curtain on this door, pulling my thoughts from you to me.
Outside the window, the willows are swaying and dancing gently, with elegant and light posture. Begonia flowers stick out their delicate heads and bathe in the warm sunshine. Occasionally, there will be crisp and cheerful bird calls coming from a distance. What a wonderful moment! Here is the tranquility, joy and fragrance of spring. At this time, a feeling that I can't give up overflows my heart, just like a beautiful and gentle flower, which spreads a faint fragrance for you.
That year, Na Yue, that time, has quietly passed. Water, willows, sunset, but the beautiful images are still there. When people leave, the shadow becomes the wind, and the wind has stopped the dust and fragrant flowers. Today, the scenery of Weishan Lake is still the same, but you are in a distant foreign land that I can't see.
Passing through Song Yu in Tang Dynasty, I came across Mo Xiang Ci. You are good at it, I am good at it, and we live in an article. That casual encounter, in an instant, shocked the scenery of the four seasons and softened the flow time.
Bodhi Millennium, with me, you are the most beautiful love in my world of mortals. Even if we don't meet each other, even if we are far apart, the poetic meeting is beautiful. From now on, you are destined to live in my heart in this life, whether it is sad or romantic.
Clouds are ethereal, fog is ethereal, flute is lingering in Wan Li, and flute is floating in dreams. Mountains all the way, water all the way, and Qian Shan all the way. I miss you so much that my shallow words are full of sadness that only you can read. In my spare time, my poems are full of thoughts about your growth.
At night, I sleep with the moonlight on my pillow, like the tenderness of water accompanied by bright brilliance. In the same dream, I invite you to read a sentence with me, read a book, and gently smell the fragrance of the heart in the words. Affectionate, just bloom for you. I have been thinking about you and feeling your smile silently, regardless of the cycle of seasons and the change of time.
Colorful, full of spring. In this most beautiful season, missing is like a flower with swaying branches, which blooms faintly against the breeze. Open the window and smell the earth and the faint flowers. Looking back on that warm time, I am eager to meet you again. I am eager to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the North Python Plateau with you and listen to the sound of the waves in Xianyang for thousands of years. I miss my life with sincere and wordless expectations and hope that the years will be gentle and quiet.
Sunlight, dragging mottled shadows, shines lazily on the earth. The grass on the ground is spitting green buds, and bundles of gorgeous bauhinia are quietly listening to the whispers of spring. April, the surge of spring, is destined to be a warm and romantic season.
However, the flowers outside the window are fragrant and carefree, and the people inside the window are thinner than the yellow flowers. Spring is still the same, the scenery is still the same, peaches and apricots are blooming, and the wind is overflowing. Thought for a long time, thought for a long time, looked up at the moon alone at midnight and watched the end of the day. Spring breeze has blown away many thoughts, and these thoughts are declining. Acacia makes people worry, loneliness locks spring, and a wisp of care makes people hesitate several times.
Perhaps, it was the warm east wind that stirred up the emotion in my heart, stirred up the once hazy, and disturbed the past calm. Perhaps, because I am not a cheerful person, there will always be a faint melancholy and sadness in my heart, for the ups and downs of life, for the troubles of work, for parting and reunion.
Spring has gone, and spring has come again. When the spring breeze blows over the top of the tree, I am eager to hear from you. However, until the peach blossom and apricot blossom were in full bloom in spring, Hong Fei didn't bring back your words. Standing at the ferry of the season, I can only watch the blooming flowers on the trees alone, swaying in the wind alone.
In retrospect, a beautiful season without your interaction, when bees are flying and butterflies are dancing, seems to have some shallow worries. The calm thoughts in the past have also become inexplicable confusion. I have asked the blue sky and white clouds more than once: Are those touching, warm and nostalgic memories forgotten by the cycle of seasons, or are they collected by the passing time and forgotten by the coming spring? However, I am still thinking and observing it.
Give up the constant loneliness and indelible leisure worries. Standing in a corner of the season and looking at the scattered sunshine, it seems that there is always a little inexplicable sadness. Prosperity remains the same, and loneliness remains the same. Perhaps, the expectation of spring is too heavy, and that faint sadness actually grows in my heart with the spring breeze. Looking back, spring is still so bright and sunny.
Flowers have their own fragrance, and flowers have their own worries. Naturally, there is no need to force people. Therefore, I no longer miss those bitter times, quietly hide the missing flowers, let them fragrance in my heart alone, and wait for the next year to emit charming fragrance.
Perhaps, people should be like a flower, choose a place where smoke and dust bloom silently and wait for someone to explain the flower language. If no one comes, thank them quietly. If you are tired, just look at the stars in the night sky on a quiet night; If you are tired, just listen to a faint music in a quiet corner and let yourself melt in the starlight and melodious music.
In this spring season, I just want to take a touch of flowers and spend a dull time, leaning against the window like water in the moonlight, making the past as light as ink, and making the afterimage of time mottled with a piece of paper cool. No matter how much pain, with a touch of tenderness, keep quiet, don't ask how many flowers bloom, send any breeze to white clouds, and listen to the sunshine quietly. When nobody is around, I miss myself in a quiet place; In your spare time, look at other people's flowing water; When I was lonely, I began to write to express my melancholy thoughts that I never gave up.
That's it, light, simple, smiling and safe.