Life coincides with its flowering season, amazed the travelers of the years, in the passage of time, maintain a peace of mind, let go of sorrow and distractions, let the heart return to the pure land, let the dream fly freely.
In the distant mountains and rivers, I can still find a long-lasting warmth, because there is light in the heart, so there will be warmth, and the warmth in the depths of the soul is the light of life.
Met the flower season, the flowers bloomed in a variety of ways, the red enthusiasm is like fire, the white is pure like jade, the pink is delicate, the blue is elegant and clear, after a long wait, only to usher in the spring season, and I am the time of the passerby.
After a season of hibiscus blossoms, the years are fragrant, and in the warm time, I drank the wine brewed by time, and recorded the most beautiful flowers with tenderness and poetry.
When I was still alone, I often listened to the rain under the eaves, the sound of the rain was so pure, revealing a little sadness, because of the ups and downs of fate, I was always full of sorrow, but there was a strong self hidden in the sad soul.
The crystal clear raindrops, moistened my body and mind, but washed myself, every rain, is the gift of heaven and earth, rain, is affectionate, it softens my soul.
Time passes, may your heart pick up a light smile and be safe, may you no longer have sorrow, no longer be filled with cranky thoughts, your heart may as well be simpler, it will be lighter.
At a ferry in the passing year, I met you, it seems to be an unexpected joy outside the reunion after a long absence, a movement that stirs my soul, and makes a season of dream flowers bloom, and I finally hold the hand of my son and join hands with you to grow old.