By: Zimo
Time is passing, the seasons are flowing, in the change of scenery, in the time between the transition, the goodbye is beautiful spring, and a turn, and then met the light summer.
A light smile and peace, calm and unharmed days, light green and soft wind, broken slowly walking in the light of day, since then, the season has entered the May light summer.
You see, May is a painting, different from spring, brighter than spring, more colorful and deeper, there is a strong emotion embedded in it.
From the south blowing warm winds, from the dream to the blue sky, the beautiful landscape, and the gurgling water, and the birds and flowers, really is a few minutes of lively, accompanied by a few minutes of quiet, colorful and bright, colorful.
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Early summer, early summer, Tsui reflected in the window under the tree.
I also tuned the mood into mute, gently leaning on the lintel of the shallow summer, quietly look at the grass and trees flourish and lemony, green air dense, less a few points of feminine more masculine beauty.
Feel the May, is a ray of warm wind to start, it passes through your hair, caress your cheek, you will feel the tenderness, perhaps, you have been waiting in the silence, waiting for a few buds to burst open, blossomed a piece and a piece of splendor.
There is also that wisp of fragrance, is poetic penetration into the brow of the flowers, can soften your heart, those romantic and warmth, a moment and can make so the color vivid and soft.
The heart of the matter is to listen to the sound of flowers blooming, those murmurs, enough to let life quiet down, even if it is to walk into the bushes, to appreciate the flowers and trees in bloom, in the colorful world, the bees and butterflies dance, but also a drunken musical, you need to listen with all your heart to understand.
Dynamic is to listen to birds chirping, bird branches gentle lingering chant, if in the mountain streams more quiet, natural notes accompanied by natural melody, illusion into the ethereal, into the heart will become a soft wind, listening to listen, time has become gentle, illusion, gently soothing the tired body and mind.
In the field, sniffing the flavor of the sun, followed by the sunshine pouring down to find, the soil seems to have the fragrance, collect a basket of flowers, find a grass and trees fragrance, Ying eyes moist heart of the light of day, so that the freshness of the pleasant into the poem into the painting, warm fragrance of the life of each encounter.
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It is said that the light summer is warm and moist, and the flowers are blooming.
Each season has its own beauty, when we smile from the spring, the garden birds and flowers, turn over the new time, a every flower blossom and fall, every hummingbird and butterfly birds, are our most beautiful encounter.
In fact, spring, summer, fall and winter, the day as usual is also beautiful. For example, the scenery in front of us, full of verdant and red, a wide range of, thick and thin, so that the heart is no longer uncertain, so that the thoughts of condensation and quiet, more people are happy.
Gao Pian said in a poem, "crystal curtains move the breeze, full of roses, a hospital incense.
Rose, does it represent the summer? Perhaps, the rose is the original summer fresh Yan.
In the May sunshine, thousands of thousands of low pressure branches, ten thousand thousands of roses are opening, a cluster of clusters next to each other, a piece of dense, with the flower color puzzle, gestures are different, constituting the garden of ten thousand purples and thousands of reds.
Pink quiet, white pure, yellow sultry, red warm, a cluster of bright, a bunch of brilliant beauty, as you like which, as long as it is like, that is a warm picture, even if it is passing by, unintentionally see, but also can romanticize your feelings.
A gust of wind, rosebuds swaying charming posture, facing the wind posture more beautiful. Suddenly saw a rosebud just exploded, released brilliant, exudes a fragrant and charming flavor, the flavor of flowers, the taste of time, quietly bursting out of the beauty of the shallow summer.
With a wisp of May breeze, scoop up a cup of light summer fragrance, with a thankful heart, will be tinged with thoughts, a turn a turn gently around, in the heart, in the fingertips, turned into a lowercase, gently ink in the green poetry, book down a story about warmth, about gratitude.
Not only me, there are white acacia flowers, purple wisteria flowers, they are the story of May, a string of high hanging in the green branches, a string of winding in the frame, the air is full of the breath of love.
In this colorful shallow summer, to be able to silently guard their hearts, follow the footsteps of the season, secretly promise a light and quiet beauty of the time, it is not wasted.
Sitting in front of the window, the wind blew cool, quiet between, do not ask the fall and winter, and self-transportation, do not ask the years, and quiet, do not ask the future, and no worries, do not ask, flowers fall, and the heart of the embroidery.
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Flower warmth is pretty, and the branches are soft. The shadow of the flowers is ****.
The time is shallow at the time, embrace the flowers into the bosom, surplus heart beauty, spread out the paper, and the heart of the date, write the meaning of happiness, dense out of the passing of the years without traces and quiet good.
The wind blew the years of the sleeve, blowing through the vicissitudes of time, leaving time shallow incense. A vein of heart language, to say a few points of elegance, a few deep green.
Like in this season, go to the quiet mountains, sitting in the stream by the forest, see the water ripples, smell the flowers into the nose, listen to the voice of nature.
Like in this time, go to the field to walk, collect a few wisps of grass dew flowers, catch the wind, go to the date of the lush deep summer, to see the gradual abundance of all things.
May shallow summer, time with incense, because my mood, my writing, smell the flowers, listening to birdsong, walking in the beautiful poetry line, all good will be hidden in the May fragrance of poetry.
In fact, to be able to cherish the time, write their own stories with heart, every day will be full of sunshine, full of vitality, full of hope, but also because of the inner simplicity, so you will meet the serenity and warmth of life.