Leaning against the window, watching the pot of cyclamen quietly bloom in the sun, the heart-shaped leaves and veins are glowing in the sight, the eyes are full of softness, I can't help but revel in the heart, the huge flowers, shaped like rabbit ears, so cute, some people say that the most beautiful prayer and yearning in the world is a sincere smile, looking at it, the corners of the mouth are raised, then the flowers bloom at this time, it is also a different kind of beauty for people to enjoy.
Many times, walking on the embankment of the years, nourishing the love with the fireworks in the world, the dark fragrance planted in the depths of the soul also blooms, and the lonely fragrance leaves a faint shadow in the footer of time, freehanding the most gentle ordinary of the years.
Walking through the world, how much is warm and cold, the wind of the season always tells the sadness of reincarnation in the ears, looking up at the sky, the cold moon is still hanging.
Let the time flow quietly, love was once the yearning in the spring turmoil, the madness of summer, the melancholy of autumn, and now only the quiet thinking of winter.
The years are long, a heart after the four seasons of running and wandering, finally docked at the wharf of the soul to meditate, love, is the quiet placement of the soul, always give me the touch of sentimentality, the heart in the lonely melancholy, give birth to difficult poetry ......
In life, there is always a distressing memory, spreading and growing in the heart, like an unadjusted ** in front, and like an unforgettable attraction flooding in the heart, like a cross that ties itself firmly to it, powerless to struggle and resist any thought.
On that day, I once asked you how long the time was for a cup of tea, and when you were in a hurry, it was like a bird flying across the sky, and it disappeared in an instantIt's as short as a butterfly kissing a flower, and when you lower your eyebrows, your wings flutter, and then you forget about it.
The clouds and shadows in the distance are drifting, stealing a few wisps of flowers, because the flowers are blooming, and there is a mood to appreciate the warm sun outside the window.
I just want to be the same as the cyclamen on the balcony, facing the sunlight outside the window, the faint life, the faint fragrance, the quiet old, the peaceful appearance, the lonely fragrance, and the warm time.