In this picturesque April, the acacia flowers have bloomed, full of acacia tree branches and forks. I carry a light mood, walking in the quiet mountain road, trying hard in search of a world that only belongs to themselves, want to put the heart of your shallow thoughts of sunshine to the sunshine and clear spring. Fingertips flowing with the beauty of the sun, the sweetness of the spring, the heart is also walking with this delicate season. However, whenever I walk peacefully alone in this quiet time, my heart will always inexplicably think of the warmth of your smile, a heart to hurry to see you, thoughts also quietly surged to the heart, the depths of the heart suddenly have endless thoughts of you, this kind of thought is filled with the whole body and mind, and occupy the entire space of my thinking, I let it in my heart and body to roam freely. In the sunrise, can reach out to scoop up a wisp of the season's warm fragrance, but not all the years of prosperity, let me use the pen of the heart, for you to write all the thoughts of this life to you, in the fingertips of the text under the dance for you to write a remorseless love song. This emotion is filled with my watery feelings, sublimation in the depths of the soul, making the wind and waves of the heart of the lake flooded with ripples, the text finally released all the secrets of my heart, the mood is incomparable comfort and pleasure, and even the time is also light shallow years.
Heart walking in the spring season, breathing fresh air, love your smile your warmth, touched the encounter with you, in this prosperous world of acacia fragrance of the season, accidentally for you to dye a pool of thoughts. Let this thought in the acacia fragrance in the elegant peace, quietly nurtured in this flourishing in the charming, so that happiness and joy, for your end of the world chanting a Que lovesickness flow, compose a song of the years love song, obsessed with the sea of my heart, drunkenness of my feelings.
The sunlight gently and softly sprinkled on my body, the sun warmed my heart, but also fine sunshine in the acacia tree on each branch, each small acacia flowers. Crystal clear acacia flowers are like a string of pearls hanging in the air, in the warm wind caressing the wind dance, acacia fragrance, whispering to the silent mountains and fields to tell me about you if the water-like feelings and thoughts, your face full of smiles in exchange for my endless thoughts of you, I wrote a world of prosperity for you in the acacia flowers in the fragrance of the ten thousand strands of writing, since I met in this life in the red dust, I will let this kind of thoughts in the rest of my life in the rain and the wind, in the The season of spring blossoms all the way fragrant and warm. The encounter with you is the most beautiful scenery of my life, ask how many times in life will meet to be stunning time? How many times can we meet in order to brighten our hearts? How many times do you have to meet in order to be accompanied by the warmth? This kind of feeling and feeling, whether it is a coincidence or chance encounter, will be touched and unforgettable. In the future, when people look back at the old will still feel happy, memories will still have the faint fragrance of acacia flowers, even if it is one day you leave, but also in the depths of my heart to leave the warmth of the past and the faint fragrance.
Walking along the way smelled the fragrance of the acacia flowers, with thoughts of you, walking in the quiet mountain road, the mountains and forests of other flowers also bloom colorful, colorful, for this soft April to add prosperity. The heart continues to walk, the acacia fragrance is still floating, I like to use the pen to write some of the words of silence, to record each time you miss the feeling, do not want to miss the slightest hint about you, your figure will be more and more clear in my ink. A warm wind came, the scent of acacia flowers is getting stronger and stronger, refreshing the heart. Time has given me wisdom and maturity, but mercilessly took away my face, so that my years into the death, can only use the words written on your thoughts to warm, and temporarily isolate themselves from loneliness and loneliness. At the same time also recalled the childhood when the acacia flowers in full bloom, acacia fragrant days, will carry a basket made of rattan, holding a long sickle to the back of the mountains not far from home, pick cut acacia trees on a string of acacia flowers back home, so that the mother washed and dried, to stay in New Year's steamed buns to eat. Sophora leaves are oval, thin, in the sunlight under the color of the special beauty, not the general words can describe the metaphor. Pick cut tired, hungry first run the acacia flower to the mouth, sweet, especially fragrant. Although the years have changed the face, the only thing that remains unchanged is my thoughts about you, and is not a paper shallow language can be written? You leave me a smile, I use the soft fingers for you to book a paper love affair, accompanied by your red dust all the way warm.