Morning, the yard fell a thick layer of yellow leaves, after the storm, the sun showed a bright smile, sunshine, rain, monsoon water and soil, they are the most perceived changes in the environment and seasonal changes, in the years of the ferry, rooted, sprouted, blossomed and fruited. Not for fame, not for profit, is a perception of life.
Caressing the flower of the years, quietly blooming. Grateful to meet, grateful for all that time has given me, with all the warmth of the companion all the way, fiddling with the strings of time, the aftertaste curling ......
Walking in the countryside by the roadside, look at those who are covered by the autumn frost of wild chrysanthemums, is still open to the enchantment of a splash of purple, bright eyes, haloed with the romance of the winter. Deep in time, if I am an obscure flower, quietly open in the corner of the world, I do not seek great wealth, and do not want to attract attention. I just want to sit with the time *, realize the true meaning of life, taste the simple happiness. The warmth of life, gently into the cold winter, love worthy of love, do want to do, all the way to the shallow line, smile to the warmth, so that the heart is always carrying a touch of green, to the flowers on the road.
Life is a long trip, the road ahead, there are joy, there are worries. In the aftermath of the experience, if you can still do peace of mind, dream far, time will be quiet good peace. Always believe that life gives you a piece of haze, will not be far away from you a ray of sunshine. People's lives will always experience illness, separation, disappointment troubles, as long as the heart of hope, there will be a bright light in the darkness.
In the patience of perseverance, in the suffering of the fingers together, will love and time to blend, the sun will overflow the heart. No matter how hard life is, no matter how much wind, rain and snow, the person who knows you and understands you, always accompanied by your side, the most beautiful life is from the depths of the heart of the joy.
Born in the north, like the north of the four seasons, like the northern people that thick and brilliant smile. The cold Northwest, if the winter is less snow, like Jiangnan less small bridge and water, no flavor. I just want to live quietly in this small town, after work, I can still listen to the snow, write, love a person. I have seen the most affectionate face and the softest smile, in the middle of the cool world, the lights like to give me the ability to live. Even in winter, welcome that gentle as the spring breeze, hand in hand to walk in the white-capped world, sunshine sprinkled with the place, is the place of happiness. I would like to bring a touch of warmth, with you into this tender years ......
There are too many landscapes in the world, some of which have been forgotten after seeing, and some of which have been rooted and sprouted in the heart. A leaf and know the fall, a frame of scenery should also be a story, as for the deep meaning of which, do not know. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
The warmth of the heart, even in the cold wind and rain of the winter night, still breeding thousands of warmth. I guard the silence of the night, such as guarding you, that love, in the years of wind and rain. That love, in the unspoken understanding. After many changes and stumbling, know how to cherish, know that only mutual understanding and support, in order to go farther. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this.
Like a quiet night, unloading the day's fatigue, can be lazy lying on the sofa, quiet think about the heart or someone, or bubble a cup of Pu'er look at the book, listen to the music. In the distance, the lights glazed the waterfront, misty, appendage. Let the snowflakes in the sky bring my thoughts to your side, let the silent cold wind send my ties to your heart. Listen to your thoughts in the snow, and warm your heart in the cold silence. My world has you, very warm ......
On the road of life, there is always a beautiful encounter, when I met you, everything is like a long acquaintance, without the need for gorgeous language, without special arrangements, you just so quietly appeared in front of me, appeared in my ordinary life. A touch of poetry, a touch of crystal, a touch of heart from the depths of the heart flow out of the state of mind, winter, we support each other, warm each other, just because you, I will not be alone, is you, gave me the most true care, is you, gave me the deepest touch! For you, I would like to whisper and sing in the text; for you, I would like to be a gentle woman in the world. Silent waiting, just like a cup of tea curling fragrance, warming the time of life.
Seasonal flow, those written in the fall of the poem, has been full of moss, and you, has been so silent with me, you will not say a lot of words of love, but will do a lot of things that make me touched by the warm heart. The winter, quiet as a vast expanse of blue water, all the worries will also go with the wind. Occasionally there will be snow and wind to come, silent you always as the beginning of the company by my side, give me a shelter from the wind and rain. The closest thing to a fallen leaf is the wind; the closest thing to me is your warm gaze.
It has always been believed that only to do things with a clear conscience, and seriously do people, and then, throw off the world of splendor and fickleness, cold view of the outside world of temptation and disturbance, in order to be in the soft depths of the heart, to restore themselves to their true selves. Like, tonight's hometown, the moon is exceptionally bright, keep a window of moonlight, around a seat fire, the heart is quiet, love is warm. Open the new computer you prepared for me, quietly playing the keyboard, a word, a sentence, a simple self, a frame like a flower time, really good!
Time, inadvertently moving away, looking back, the calendar has turned down a new page, aging is our face, unchanged is still the pace of forward movement, and that love for life persistent heart. This year, we have been happy, successful, there have been disillusionment and pain, all walk through all the growth and experience. I believe that life is fair to everyone, as long as you pay will have harvest.
The heart has expectations, the eyes have blossomed, love life, love themselves, love all the love, secure a warm, even if the cotton and linen cloth, tea and rice, that is also a kind of happiness. Life, there is no eternal beauty, stay a nostalgic warmth, can enrich our increasingly full soul. The moon still shines clear window, through the cold winter, let us smile and usher in a bright spring!