01, life is like a dream, last year today, spring color is affectionate, has been a thing is not human
Shallow years, how much affection, how many thoughts linger, the flow of years is quiet, the flowers are warm
Spring flowers bloom and fall, spring rain babbles, flowers flow water, and the road is not full of affection. Fly red dreams, dance, and complete the final return of life.
Spring rain and breeze, poetic and picturesque, and the dream flying flowers that have fallen into the mud and dust are wordlessly telling a faint sadness.
The apricot blossoms are raining in the spring, the flowers are blossoming and falling, the faces do not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring wind. Will be a heart, appeal to the spring, calm the end of the world lonely travel concerns.
Red dust is noisy, and the road ahead is long. Taste the indifference of the world, the sound of the piano is leisurely, the origin of the fate is extinguished, last night the west wind withered the green tree, the endless sorrow of this life, the endless road to the end of the world.
How many sorrows are parted, how many flowers bloom and fall, so that thoughts flow into a river.
The spring wind blows away the sorrow, the fragrance of flowers impacts the sense of smell, in this life, if the love is not over, they will still meet each other.
The fingers flicked Xiao Rui red, and the self-tuned Gong Yu pressed the song boy.
Face a tree blossoming, gaze at the years, cut a memory, and feel the poetry and beauty of life.
When the flowers bloom, no longer complain about the flowers falling and flowing. If there is a fate, even if it is across the world, it will be haunted by dreams.
02, gaze at the spring color of light dust, smoke and rain alley willow color new
Secluded rain alleys, bluestone slabs, oil-paper umbrellas, and asphalt. Long time, long dreams, long rain alleys.
Small bridges and flowing water people, a few more things, a few more Jiangnan your dreams. A slender figure with an oil-paper umbrella, at the end of the smoke and rain, walked softly.
The mountains and rivers are shadowy, the grass is fragrant, the years are quiet, and all the vicissitudes of the world are paid for the spring water of the river.
A curtain of dreams, dark incense floating, haunting how much love. Life is only a few decades, the wind and clouds are surging, and finally the sunset will set and return to dust.
Remnants of old dreams, dust falling, and sparkling waves, sinking into the water without a trace.
A little bit of white sail from big to small and finally gone, with the hope of spring, faintly away from homesickness, to the far side...
Duckweed drifting has no roots, and the wanderer of the world asks. How many times in my dreams, I can think of jiangnan smoke and rain, the lilac-like girl who came from the alley.
The vicissitudes of the mulberry field, who can delay the pace of time, the spring rain is misty, the time is shallow.
03, spring to spring and back, years and years of people are different
"Strange flowers bloom, but slowly return." A deep affection, a little ancient rhyme, a lilac girl, a beautiful ink painting.
The drizzle dances softly, sniffing the buds, and then gently leaving, year after year, red dust reincarnation, but things are not people, but under the umbrella is the old people for new people.
Lonely nights, lonely backs, lonely hearts, in the long river of time, all the youth passed, how many traces of years were taken away?
The fading youth, the old memories, the fate of the parting, the distant places as far as the eyes can see, the smoke is green, the clouds are raining, and the hearts are entangled.
Amorous is always ruthlessly hurt, and since ancient times, amorous and empty hate. A deep affection, in the end, is to be disappointed.
The rain beats the plantains idly listening to the rain, and the Tao is sad and worry-free. The sound of rain is pouring down, and those who have gone far can no longer find the traces of the past.
04. Spring is delayed in starting again
The old days were already in dreams, covered with moss, and how much love and hatred were entangled together. Flowers blossom and fall, people come and go, who is whose flower, who is who's night returns to people.
The world's love and hatred, right and wrong are entangled, who can say right and wrong. There is love in the heart, life in the wind and rain, and a smile.
Years flow like water, life gathers and disperses, red dust is reincarnated, and there is always a lamp of hope in the heart.
The love of life and death in the world is rare and confused, a thousand rivers have water, a thousand rivers and moons, and there are no clouds in the sky. Red dust came and went in a dream, how much helplessness was hidden in the heart, how much sorrow turned into speechlessness.
Everything is as promised! Everything in the world that has been moistened by the rain, receiving the light of this sun, emitting the light of hope, the most beautiful April day on earth, probably like this.