Leave a kiss to the corner, the footprints have gradually entered the vicissitudes of life;
Leave a kiss to the sunset, the dusk has slowly opened;
Leave a kiss Give the dewdrops, the sun has quietly climbed to the top of the mountain;
Leave a kiss for your lover, but it is gently blown away in the wind.
The wind calls out in the swaying bamboo forest, and the clouds As if defeated, he ran away into the sky!
In the warm afternoon,
The sunshine shuttles through the slight breath.
The boat is swaying,
The oars are swaying. Waves
Microwave sparkling;
Waves
One after another,
Busty and bustling...
< p> The waves hit the old trees on the shore, which is approachable.The breeze blows on the children's cheeks, playing and playing.
The sunlight spreads on the glass windows, crackling.< /p>
It’s a warm afternoon,
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners,
A dragonfly has already stood on it;
It’s still in bud. Lotus,
is like a sleeping beauty who has just woken up,
hazy sleepy eyes,
full of affection;
slim and graceful, out of sight In the water,
Graceful and graceful,
Slender body,
On the green lotus leaves,
Following the wind, with butterflies
p>Dancing gracefully...
Under the lotus leaf,
The little fish poked its head out,
Blowing small bubbles ;
Groups,
Mighty and mighty,
Sometimes they poke out their little heads,
Look at the water The scenery is the same color as the sky;
In the warm afternoon,
The boat is swaying,
Looking into the distance,
A pair of pairs
< p> Soft eyes like water,In the spiritual mountains and wilderness
Slowly sliding over,
Light and elegant;
Your eyes
are like the autumn waves outside the world of mortals,
with faint ripples;
the haunting poetry,
Jumping in the pure color of water and sky;
The breeze is among the silky smooth ripples,
Listening to your smile...
Stay Kiss the corner, everything is new and beautiful. In the silky sleep, tell the story of the small town, carry the original dream, and leave quietly; the wind takes away the longing, the clouds leave the concern, and the night The piano music plays happy times, the passing butterflies walk in the rain, that is the mark of the rain...