Time flows and comes safely, without any communication and sighing with us, it is always a willful and arrogant child, coming and going freely.
The four seasons are beautiful existence, they bring us different scenery, are the additives of the years, and are also our best companions.
Love and tenderness are staged in this world every day, it is the cheer in our hearts, the smile on our faces, and the warm sentences, which bloom like flowers in the world, adding warm seeds to memories, and becoming the confidence of a better future in every moment.
The spring wind is a little soft and a little cool, and beautiful things will eventually carry a little melancholy, but the feelings of love are for us.
You see that the spring flowers are blooming, the sun is shining, the spring rain is continuous, etc., are the beautiful words that the world describes the spring, and those things that make people feel bad are ignored in the beauty, so that they have a fragrant taste and a happy smile.
When the wildflowers bloom all over the mountains, when the first spring breeze kisses our faces, when the rape flowers bloom all over the fields, we are immersed in the love of spring.
The summer rain is a beautiful thing after the heat, flowing freely everywhere in the world.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, storms, warm smiles, you can shout, you can jump, you can run, you can cry, and then let go of all your emotions in that rain.
The rain sprinkled on us cleared the heat in our hearts, the red dust, the years are not lived, only by saving ourselves and giving ourselves a coolness, can we get rid of all the sorrows in the world.
The autumn scenery is the gift of time. The ghostly sword of the earth portrays everything in the world beautifully, making people reluctant to take their eyes off.
The rice in those fields is like a carpet, showing so beautiful in this world.
When the golden leaves spread all over the earth, they dazzle like elves falling into the carpet, which makes people's hearts soft and warm.
The grand scenery is also the fruit of autumn, and only in autumn can we experience the extreme of this world.
Although at the moment when the leaves fall, the words of the poets embellish, the autumn will be a little sad, but it has to be said that life is prosperous and lonely, and only by accepting everything is worth coming to this world.
We are also like this, experiencing the most beautiful in life, but also melancholy, only with a peaceful heart, facing all, will not succumb to the lingering of the moment.
The warm winter sun is a touch of warmth and softness.
Its warmth can withstand all melancholy.
The sun is falling, the chill is passing through the wind on the ground, but it permeates a warmth in the world, and whenever the warmth comes to our hearts, we are relieved.
I like to dry the quilt in winter, the quilt after being pampered by the sun, smelling the fragrance and knowing the distance, just like a child reminiscing about the taste in his mother's arms.
Although everything is beginning to be silent at this time, we know that winter is coming, and spring is not far away. At this time, in the underground of the world, the seeds are accumulating strength and ready to move, and the next spring will be the day when it will bloom.
We don't need to be sad and we don't need to regret it. As suchThings in the world, there are gains and losses, there are goings and comings, and the next moment may be all you expect.
Time is silent, always moving forward step by step, leaving us ordinary people chattering in the back.
Time is safe, the four seasons are beautiful, and love is like fire in the world
The beauty of the four seasons always makes us sigh, although every year it comes as promised, but it makes us in the present time, all of us.
In this world, love is like a tide, and it is common for the tide to come and go.
Flowers bloom and fall, and each flower in its heyday, like a love fire, burns itself to its heart's content, only for its most beautiful top.
Love the world, love all things in this world, love our warm and living heart!
About the author: Jingjing years, the heart holds the green onion, tastes life, and shares with you.