In the season of lotus blooming, writing a clear word out of chapter, it is a floating dream that never grows old. It is as if my original intention, which I have never forgotten, has been whispering in this deep text. The youthful years, the dreams that have been carved with pen and ink, are like the bright moonlight reflected on the window lattice in the quiet night, it flows silently, sprinkled with unrepentant attachment.
It only takes a gentle look back, and the beauty will come like a tide, and people can't help but fall into it. I gently picked up this beauty and let it ripple in my heart, like the dew drops rolling on the lotus leaves, crystal clear, reflecting the colors of the world.
This word is my emotion for life, nostalgia for youth, and yearning for beauty. It is the white moonlight in my heart, illuminating my way forward, allowing me to always maintain the purity and longing of the first sight in the chaotic world.
I always love to gaze into the distance under the sun, greedily enjoying the enchanting light. As if in this way, I was able to grasp the passing time and hold it firmly in the palm of my hand with those youthful years that were fading away.
Those enchanting scenery are like the moonlight in front of the window, no matter how the years pass, they always shine in the heart. As depicted in a poem we loved many years ago, on the top of a mountain full of gardenias, we meet the person with whom we are destined, and we fold each other's emotions into poems and words.
Those passing landscapes, like bright stars, are forever engraved on the curtain of our lives. If life can always be as pure and beautiful as the first sight, we will be able to cherish and cherish every encounter and parting more, so as to avoid the endless melancholy of missing out due to fate.
In the years of youth and frivolity, I thought that the road ahead would be full of brilliant flowers and endless beauty. The fate of the once together, no matter how deep or shallow, has turned into a touch of indifferent compassion. Now, only that warm sentence lingers in my heart:"The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves that shelter from the rain with you. ”
In this unpredictable world, we are all travelers in a hurry. The laughter and tears of the past have become the most precious memories of our life journey. And now, those former fates, like faint ink, are gradually fading away under the washing of years. However, that compassion and emotion are still hidden deep in my heart.
When the raindrops gently beat the eaves, we used to cling to each other and survive the wind and rain together. At that moment, we felt each other's warmth and companionship. That friendship, that beauty, has surpassed the romance and poetry of a rainy day.
May we all remember the beauty and touching of those times in the days to come. May we cherish every moment of togetherness and feel that indifferent compassion and companionship with our hearts. Because, in this ever-changing world, only that sincere friendship and companionship are our eternal safe haven.
I long for time to be like a poem, where every drop of rain is the rhyme of this poem, and they are strung together under the eaves, nourishing the ivy of life. In every quiet dusk, they are like moving poems, singing the fragrance of time.
Not everyone in our lives can have a deep relationship with us. All we have to do is engrave those subtle moments of warmth in our hearts, and that's enough. If time is a song, then it must be a shallow singing and crooning, and the aftermath lingers. Every note is a unique swan song, which cannot be replicated and cannot be forgotten. 100 help plan