Time is eternal, and the fireworks in the world are quietly waiting for the arrival of a snow in the warm winter. The wind is fragrant, and the rain is a poem;With the fragrance of flowers, go around the stream and watch the smoke rise. Walking through the morning and dusk, in the corner of the years, looking for a place where the soul can be placed. Lighting a lamp to drive away the fear that seeps out of the darkness is like a wisp of wind that gently blows away daydreams.
Lie in the silence of the night and wait for the good times. Time has not been desolate, and the winds of the season have turned again. Don't think about the past, don't look forward to the future, don't say anything about the present, just lie down the helplessness of the years. The smoke and rain of the years, picturesque, quietly strolling in the country of words. Every warm word, like a twinkling star, lights up the night sky and leads us to find the beauty in life. Each heart-warming chapter is like a drop of sweet rain and dew, moistening our hearts and making us feel the true meaning of life. Here, you can hear the breath of the years, feel the beating of life, and taste the charm of life.
Familiar cities, familiar seasons, but you can't find the joy of the past.
I love the silence away from the hustle and bustle, no need to put on a false smile, no need to cater against my will. Just this bright full moon is enough to soothe the loneliness in the depths of my soul. In the poems and songs, there are neon clothes and feather clothes, and they still dance with beautiful yearning.
Every season when the wind blows, it leaves a faint trace. In fact, I really want to wait for a snow in this cold winter and be white for a while. Draw a heart, paint a warm color, don't let the snow fly, go to the spring flowers, no matter when, there is warmth in the heart, the soul will not drift.
Flowers bloom and fall, just like the flow of time, meeting and parting, all of which are the arrangements of fate. In this simple text, walking through the pure white lines of poetry, like elegant flowers, fragrant with the emotions of the world. Share the sunshine of the four seasons, spend the baptism of wind and rain together, and that snow has witnessed the flow and changes of the years.
The sound of the falling snow must be a pure heart, the dark fragrance blown by the wind must be a lingering feeling, the colorful falling dance of the falling flowers must be the most beautiful bloom.
The years are silent, and there are words for longing. In the seclusion of this night, a thought accompanies the moon, and a thought is verdant.
Life is trivial, and the days are complicated, and if you can't get out of the wind and rain of your heart, you can't go into the quiet of the soul. Different flowers bloom in different seasons, and think about different things on different days, this is the life of ordinary people and ordinary people.
The cold wind lifted the clothes of the dream again, as if hearing a voice echoing in the ears: the winter is deep, the year is approaching, the moon is round, the leaves are falling and the wind is gone, the night is quiet and people sleep, will there be a meeting on the road tomorrow, will the years look back?I hope that the world is safe, and the warm sun is not cold.
Author: Huang Shao).
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