Text/Grassy
Drizzle knocks on the window, spring is a few points deeper; resign the old and welcome the new, spring is a few points deeper.
The rain hits the green tiles, and the shadows are affectionate. Before the meditation case, Breeze wrote a letter. Then unfold the paper and reply to the letter, write those small pieces of beauty, between the lines, like a fragrance little by little to moisten the heart.
People always have a page of heart incense, written by peach red willow green, written by the breeze, written by time and yin——— written in detail.
The rain knocking on the window, the wind that sends letters, the people who read the poems, and the firecrackers that welcome the new year are all a minute of spring depth, and the blessing of holding a fist, all of which are a few points deeper in spring, and they are also the most beautiful human feelings.
Spring is a few points deeper, the fragrance of flowers is dazzling, and the wisps are affectionate. Idly turn the pages, the sun comes as a guest, then drink with the sun, afternoon tea, clear eyes, listen to the sun to talk about the flowers of the next world, talk about the old pavilion of the lonely mountain in the depths of the hundred flowers.
Maybe we have chosen a life of seclusion, but there is no worry, no resentment, we have a big hidden heart, and we have our own little happiness. Cherish every minute and every second, there is a kind of secluded beauty, such a time, like crawling full of gentle flowers, because of affection, because of obsession, the fragrance of flowers is not easy to be elsewhere.
Spring is a few points deeper every day, and the flower season is good every year.
There should be such a little spring in people's hearts. Do daily things, love simple grass and trees, remember the past of old people, and bring new tea to flowers.
Deep spring is the style, but also the affection.
A few points deeper in spring is to experience the whole body, grow warm roots and whiskers from the bottom of the heart, pull out new shoots, pull out branches, hold up buds, and blossom.
Spring is a few points deeper, like the depth of the sea!
Deep in spring, there are many grasses and trees. Grass and trees are paintings, paintings are inexhaustible, beauty is inexhaustible; grass and trees are books, inexhaustible, inexhaustible.
I always feel that everyone has an extraterrestrial self. You should get up every morning to serve flowers, read at dusk, and smile silently.
In this way, the flowers will write letters, the sun will visit, and in the deepening of spring, listen to the rain knocking on the window, wait for the flowers to stain the eyes, and be leisurely.
Spring is a few points deeper, life is lucky; spring is a few points deeper, winter goes to spring.
The first day of the first lunar month
