China Ya Tea Culture Public Welfare Platform News: Life is long, how to capture the joy of water, laugh at the vicissitudes of life, sunshine all the way, Gree said, hit the wooden house in your heart, let the wind live, let the clouds live and let the moon live. If I can borrow a beautiful wooden house, then I am willing to fall in love with the world of mortals and lend me a ride. I hope it can accompany me like a fleeting time, with lingering fears and lingering fragrance. There is no need to panic, just smile and be merciful, and hope to work hard. If I hadn't lost my tenderness, my time, my time, I would still dream of love. The dusty past is dim and fragrant in the old days. That poem, full of life's chances, is full of the world's red dust, with a simple heart, warm in spring flowers and autumn moon, and now it is with me. Although the banquet has nothing to do with amorous feelings, it is definitely the most beautiful thing in the world. Maybe many times, we walk too fast and ignore the beauty around us. For example, our relatives, such as a young child, such as a lover, will be reunited when the moon is full. If they are thousands of miles apart, then Hongyan passes books and bathes in moonlight. May the moon always be two townships, no matter the ends of the earth, no matter how far or near.
Laugh at the vicissitudes of life, enjoy the sunshine all the way, hold a gentle, long day, meet the years and care for each other. If there is an agreement that is closely related to me, let me spend some time making flowers full of clothes, making a garden full of incense, and pouring a cup full of memories, quiet and silent. This season, the sky is high and the clouds are far away, and the heart is faint. Think lightly, think silently, smell the fallen flowers in the pine, Gui Xiang is in meditation, autumn is more suitable for family reunion, talk about Qian Shan's thousands of waters, I accompany the breeze, I have a story to follow, when you are away, Mr. Su's time is infatuated with the love between his fingers, so he is indifferent and peaceful. Just about the love of O2O life, Lin Yutang said that my love is probably not late autumn but early autumn, when the air disappears and osmanthus blossoms. This is the most enjoyable thing. Yes, the autumn water is long and the wind is blowing. Autumn is autumn, shining with gold and copper. The light is thick and transparent, even the air is sure. I want to live the best life, which is what I imagine. Close to life, close to words and far from right and wrong.
Laugh at the vicissitudes of life, sunshine all the way, and mature joy grows everywhere in autumn. In my spare time, I warm a cup of tea, listen to the news of the rain brought by the autumn wind, and there are traces of clouds, just for the feather in the smoke, so that I can safely read the affection you promised in an old chapter, laugh at the vicissitudes of life, laugh at the sunshine all the way, and want to meet you again in the rain. The continuous rain is my infatuation. Looking forward to the yearning, I look for it in the plain verse of the poem, and I want to meet you again in the rain. The drizzle knocking on the window is my affectionate whisper. In the season of missing, my unforgettable love floats in the rhyme, and a heart that doesn't want to grow old is willing to wait for you in the rain and wait for your look back. If I can turn my persistent waiting into a poetic meeting under an oil-paper umbrella, I would like to hold an umbrella for you, join hands with you in the sun, listen to the wind and read the rain with you, and go to the sunset together. Autumn is brilliant, colorful and beautiful. Gently push open the door, a thoughtful wooden door, and silently walk into the hospital. As soon as I entered the autumn courtyard, rustling leaves danced and a tree danced in the wind. It turns out that the colors in autumn are so gorgeous and the sounds in autumn are so beautiful. (Wang Shibin)