Today, the morning dawn is dew, the morning glow is sprinkled in the world, I gently write a line of mood on the title page of time: In the prosperous world, the end of the world walked alone, because of your company, turned into a warm homecoming, no longer a lonely aria, but full of warm poetry.
The white lotus, which is as flexible as mine, even if it rises and falls on the surface of the lake in the dream world, it also blooms with an elegant smile because of your warmth.
Time flies, the years are like a brocade, looking back after the year, washing away the lead, only a simple heart remains, in the red dust of the light rain, quietly watching the clouds and clouds.
At this moment, the sun is shining on my face like a poem, and that understatement smile is the best declaration of darkness - no matter when, light will always pass through the dark night, like the dawn of the rising sun and the revival of all things.
Walking in the rainy and misty ancient city, the hesitation and loss on the stone road are now precipitated into a firm footnote, and the dream that was once unattainable gradually becomes clearly visible with each step of pursuit.
I leisurely placed myself in the world of tea fragrance, letting the autumn colors soak every inch of time, as if I had become a piece of tea, slowly stretching in the baptism of boiling water, releasing a faint fragrance, so that time slowed down at this moment, savoring the sweetness and tranquility of life.
On this day, I take poetry as a boat, love as a sail, ride the ups and downs of life, bathe in the sunshine and rain, taste the fragrance of tea and books, and enjoy the beauty of this world alone.
Those seemingly ordinary days, because of the abundance and perception of the heart, have achieved a different splendor and brilliance.
Life, in this ordinary day, flashes with poetic light, flows with warm emotions, and cherishes, engraves every happy moment into eternal memory, gently swaying in the breeze, spreading fragrance.