February** Dynamic Incentive Program
Looking at all the prosperity, the most eye-catching thing is still full of red.
Xu is the poignant scene that can best set off the state of mind.
The prosperity is exhausted, the number is enchanting, the most is the affectionate red touched the thin coldness of the eyes, every morning and dusk, I want to let the feelings drift with the tears, just like the shallow weight of the morning bell and twilight drums, little by little to smash the heart of the heart.
I'm afraid to see the sentimental picture, but I can't help but love this red fluttering in the wind, which is affectionate and dignified, go there to find the warm sky.
The flying flowers all over the field, how many people's eyes have been intoxicated, but I have condensed into a wound mound that cannot be dissolved in my heart, and my heart has already picked up the crimson petals into the mound, and maybe I will be buried together with my dignified pain.
I love the deep affection of the flowers, but I can't bear to see the bleakness of the flowers, but I am afraid that the pieces of residual red will be painful.
Speechless tears slipped into the sea, annihilating the initial ignorance.
The first softness, the most real peace.
Words are always the quietest love in the bottom of my heart.
That finger is quiet and shallow to stir up all the feelings, and slowly let go of all the deep and shallow, which can properly stabilize all the ups and downs.
Only one word, all the thin and cold, cold into warm and warm mist;
With only one word, all the dreams will be bleak and verdant into bright silhouettes;
With just one word, all the hustle and bustle and noise are turned into mournful tunes ......
I love this soul-stained text, every morning, every afternoon, every dusk, with the morning bell and dusk drum I will be tired of the broken words, let a paper fragrance accompany my eyes and heart, maybe I can breathe less, but I know that I am indispensable to the pickled ...... of words
Just a clear, I want to see the shallowness of this red dust.
Only a clear light, I want to shine this plain wind and moon.
Only a clear light, I want to obsess over this hidden grudge.
Just a clear light, I want to caress this bleak life.
Just a clear light, I want to warm this quiet fireworks.
Only a clear, I want the green onion cage this languishing bleak.
Just a clear ......
At the end of the earth, there are still unclear worries, and at the end of the road, there is still no way back.
Even if the flowers bloom for four seasons, there will eventually be remnants of flowers withering and sorrowful.
In fact, the most beautiful wind and dust is the joy that falls on your fingertips.
Don't wait for the flowers to bloom and fall into remnants, so that you want to hold the cold cold.
If you are obsessed with a journey, you may not be able to find your way back.
Obsessed with a city, perhaps only a finger of empty city is locked, and scattered is only a mottled shadow of oneself.