March, is the season of blossoms, in the pink cherry tree, there is a person hand holding, there is a person to accompany, is the greatest luck in this life, green years, good people have a date, the good times, go to write belongs to their own earthly love paintings.
Under the cherry tree, chatting, talking, cherry blossom petals gradually drift down, beautiful. Cherry blossom is a symbol of love. Therefore, everyone hopes that they get love and happiness.
A falling flower rain, in love with the cherry blossoms of this southern country, looking forward to a hand in love for life.
拈一段过往，在光阴的间隙里，倾听时光，花开季节，回忆一段美好，在内心深处，人间的烟火气，回望过去，穿越过往，在红尘里相遇，一路花花开，那一个发心心的喜欢。
From early morning until the night, I was thinking about everything about the future, the wind is slightly cool, the night is deep. The scenes of the past scene by scene into the brow, flowers bloom, floating away from the brow of the vermilion mole.
Silent night, meditation, looking for everything in the memory, grinding the fragments of time. The wind in the morning blows away the powder of time, brings it into the depths of the soul, reshapes it, and brings out the perfect picture.
Things are unpredictable, time is in a hurry, the past is like a cloud like a haze, gently touching the strings, quietly listening to the shallow singing and whispering, hurt or not, music or not! The world of the pale, but is a white horse in the smile.
Full of cherry blossoms, as if entering the kingdom of cherry blossoms, in the world of flowers, taste the good, in the clouds, holding hands *** look at the years. Everything in the past, those obsessions and madness, dreams and tears, the love and hate of the past, are fixed in time.
Cherry blossoms: a symbol of love and hope, representing elegant, simple and pure love. Cherry blossom is like a young girl's ignorance, quietly open in the spring, full of white and pink cherry blossoms, is the most beautiful language to lovers to tell love. The heart of someone, such as the lonely cherry blossom rain, slowly disappeared in the depths of time, leaving eternal memories.
The world was a wilderness before I met you, and the world was a paradise after I met you. The past years are like a wisp of smoke to me, and the future life is boundless happiness because of you!
With the passage of time, the road of life, the landscape of the heart, a promised long life, the day into a piece of poetry, "into the eyes of no one else, the four are you. I see all the mountains are grass and trees, only see you are green mountains." In the clouds, gently dance with the wind.
Whose a touch of sadness, fragrance stained half a world of flamboyance. In the quiet cherry blossom forest, one of your glances back, euphemized the daintiness in March.
Shen Congwen said: "In the green mountains and green water, I want to hold your hand, walk across the bridge, on the bridge is the green leaves and red flowers, under the bridge is the flowing water of the house, the end of the bridge is the green silk, the end of the bridge is white hair."
I said, "In the mountains full of cherry blossom forests, I want to hold your hand, walk through the ten thousand acres of flowers, the breeze in the center of the flower sea is wonderful, and the rain falls on the edge of the flower sea, walk through the green silk, and step through the white hair."
Carrying a world of red dust love, sighing in the condensation of sadness, loneliness alone lingering. This world's edge, it is only wonderful, it fragrance, it sheep, warm a season of the glazed thousands.
This world of love, it is sad, it is uncertain, it is Jinxie, v. a section of the fall of the sadness. The moon is also round when there is Yin, love is also sweet when there is bitterness. How much love, bright water flow years. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
The red dust and shallow encounter, dispersed years of flowers bloom; the sea is vast, the fragrance of flowers full of butterflies from the path.
Cut a season of sweetness, do not ask the blossom and fall. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.
I only wish that the gods would allow the shallow thoughts of the red dust, allow you and me to end of the world, allow me to accompany the end of the world.
Fall in love with the garden of cherry blossoms, hand in hand, this earth's most beautiful love story. In the red dust, where the flowers bloom, meet you, this world of warmth and love, the earth is worth it.
From acquaintance to acquaintance to love, the encounter in the dust, drunken flowers, drunken wind, but also drunken this three worlds of tenderness. The two names will be immortalized for thousands of years by the Wangchuan River, on the stone of the three lives.