Sweet, when you bloom out of the luxuriant flower bones, one by one, a bunch, petals with a hint of dew, in the sunshine under the glittering hair, the fall, the morning you released a pure, sweet smell, make our spirit more pleasant, let me hope for life, looking at you, seems to be like looking at the nymphs, the taste of your sweet and moist is that I can never be forgotten! ......
Bitter, flowers have open day, there is a day of fading, autumn quietly, the cold wind to take away your last trace of the luster of life, wiped out the once vibrant green leaves and flowers, and in its place is the withered branches and scattered leaves. At that time, I saw and so on, and so on is a noun, waiting is very hard, you bitterly wait for the cold season, in order to reopen in that spring, at this time you, let me understand the century old man Mr. Bajin said the words 'rather than loneliness, cold life, rather than a sensational death' at the same time, also let me know that At the same time, it also let me know that "the red is not an unfeeling thing, turned into spring mud to protect the flowers" this truth. Bitter, is that you give me a shock to the mind with a class |
Sour, spring quietly came, without a breath, came so dry | small bridge courtyard, I saw a touch of green, that is you? I was surprised at the eyes of you, the years brought not wither and glory, but the rebirth of you, I carefully looked at you, like a long time goodbye to a few centuries in general, the empty heart of the silent production of a trace of acidity, it is you, it is you let me understand the importance of life, the light of life and the ultimate.
Ju, you buried a deep memory in my mind, the memory that is engraved in my heart, there is so much pain, was close to the promise, once the regret, once the fault, everything, is so deep into my heart, your tear drops, your roar, so that I prodigal son to return to the road, re-entry into the journey of life, your smile, your face, bring me unlimited hope, your Everything, is my motivation to live.
The flower of life is only you, the promise of consciousness, the turn of life, is a motivation that you give me, the fading you, is that I feel strangeness and familiarity with life, can not erase the memories, is that you bring me memories, the taste, is for the most valuable between you up to the connection.
Ju, you have given me time and again touched, time and time again, a stimulus, time and time again, inspired, your flavor is still so clear, pleasant.
That is your flavor is the connection between us.