Author: Wang Na. Original works are prohibited**.
That year, the peach blossoms bloomed all over, that year the grass was curtain, that year the catkins were continuous, and that year the drizzle. That year, you were drenched in the rain, meeting thousands of miles away, full of threads.
The days are just like this in the spring flowers and autumn months. Life has written one period after another of thoughts. Looking at each other from afar, close and near. There are years of love, and the heart is sweet.
The smile is warm in spring, and the love is good in winter. Together, the life is written with love, and the style is engraved.
Blank, plain, dream, prayer.
Needless to say, the beauty of the flowers is wanton. Shine with the sun, and become immortal with the moon. Dream with the mountains and rivers, and have a lot with the years. All things return to the cold, and the water phantoms the world.
Sleepless, tactful of the night. Amorous, charming and distant.
Walking together, the years are soft, and the Chinese years are tactful. Heart-to-heart connection, affection for each other.
The twilight of the year and the cold winter, the fireworks are warm, the fragrant food is more than the sky, and the wine is freely spoken. Day by day, make life fuller. Year after year, enjoy the joys and sorrows of life.
Across the mountains and rivers, I miss a lot, and I am tired of being affectionate.
"Knowing the Warmth Order".
Around Liang Yan, know the warm and cold. Meet thousands of miles away, and the years of love are wide. The spring willow folds and flies, smells the branches and is peaceful.
Turn to winter, and dye. The fragrant food is engraved with a long meaning, and the turbid wine is full of thousands of lamps. A sword of mountains and rivers makes the world barbaric.
Acacia Mo Yan is far away, and there is joy in the world