Author & Anchor / Flower Dance Flower Fly
In the warm sunshine of late spring, beside the peach blossom ferry, in the gentle poem of the flat, I once again remembered you. You are a clear word between my flowers, full of fragrant memories, you are a wisp of fragrance in my pen and ink, let time ripple in the galaxy, still standing quietly on the other shore, eyes clear, warm as jade.
Flower shadows floating, green as the sea, between the eyes, I saw you, in the spring breeze of ten miles, under the clear sun, your eyebrows are beautiful, your smile is like a flower, Anding is beautiful. So I gently twisted a strange flower, carried half a lifetime of fireworks, and went with you to the purple strange Qianqian, splendid embroidery. Let the time be hurried, let the galaxy shine, you are still the incense in my original heart. Dye a season of lotus incense, swim across the earthly vicissitudes. Therefore, in my deep thoughts, in the clear words I have written, you have retreated. Years later, I still clearly remember your original appearance, that year, you and the wind and moon looked at each other, like a green as ink, delete the complex and simplify, gently tact, it will surprise the time of a season.
I think I must be a woman who is attached to the fragrance of flowers, the color of water, the grass and trees of this world, and the feelings of finger-wrapping. Therefore, when you return home, you become a flower that blooms in time, for you, in the leisurely years to plant chrysanthemums and repair hedges, for you, in the morning light and twilight to guard the spring return.
This world is three thousand prosperous, but with such a gentle flick of a finger, I will do this for you, across the world, from the past to the present. Your eyes are as brilliant as a sea of stars, and they have not been dusted for many years, and you wave your long sleeves and dance in amazement, like the clear words between the flowers, stained with a faint fragrance.