Life is only as good as the first sight, the most beautiful April days on earth.
All the beauty of the world are eager for the ultimate, as if life longs for splendor, as if the years look forward to splendor, as if life hopes to be stunning, as if the red dust is intended to be in the love affair.
When the breeze gently rolled spring, the years became soft in heaven and earth; when the light into the warmth, the earth has been a goose murmuring, flowers playful color. If you ask what you love about the heartland, the spring color on the stranger is bright. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.
The color of spring is the softness of a touch of wind, like a young girl's euphemism, like a baby's smile. To the earth and face, to the years to brimming, to the warmth of life;
Spring, is that a curtain of smoke and rain of the lingering, moist and fine, if the love silk brocade string. Like a father's smile, like the sweetness of breast milk, nourishing the earth's years and years;
Spring, is a flower of the delicate, group of flowers dance drunk on earth, the only show dipped in the fragrance of the flow of years. Like that pink ink spring and autumn scroll, if the smoke and clouds delicate change, such as that long river vast sky forever.
The season of spring blossoms, love can be sent, the heart can be pleased; beautiful red time, people can be drunk, the intention can be heavy. We are all the prodigal son of the red dust, we all have the mortal world of the remaining dream, meet, is the love affair, love affair is good! If there is a springtime to go to the ferry, it is the heart of the earth from the heart.
The years are traces of the passage of time and space. We are ultimately the life of the rusher, so every mileage is in the experience, every inch of time are picking up. Spring, summer, fall and winter, year after year.
Life is like a gurgling stream, sometimes hidden back to the emotions, and then surge of the heart; sometimes gentle as a lotus, and then passionate like fire.
The fine sense of place, such as the journey of life, a brilliant journey, a journey of happiness, ultimately, negative, insisted on, loved, hated, are transformed into human fireworks, in the time passed away, eternal.
Indifferent years, shallow time, smoke and clouds, all scattered unintentionally, and people are ultimately: a journey to the mountains, a journey to the water. The way of wandering, all the way to the hope. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
April scenery is rich, and listen to the wind, drunken look prosperous. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. In the long years, see the flowers bloom, listen to the birds chirping. A cup of love, a few cups of intention, drink all things in heaven and earth east flow; a cavity of blood, ten thousand zhang ambition, see all the earth landscape constant edge.
Grass has a world of love, flowers do not have a hundred days red, and then the good things have a period.
Life, need to cherish the moment, in order to think about the future. If there is love in your heart, if there is a view in your eyes, every day is a spring garden.