There are always some memories, just like the spring color between the eyebrows, the branches of the years, in the depths of the clouds, folded into a landscape, like a flower, like a flowing wind, shallow and light, but always there.
There is always a kind of encounter, amazing time, gentle years, if a touch of warm sun, a new green tree, although separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, shake off the wind and dust, will still treasure your laughter.
There is always a landscape that renders joy, like a clear song, flowing in the sympathy of the heart and the heart, green for a season of flowers, freehand for a season of brightness.
Spring ignites the flowers of the season red and willow green, hides the warmth in the smile of a flower, picks up an intoxicating flower fragrance, and the beautiful flower affair becomes the most beautiful poetry in the year.
Spring is the season that belongs to the flowers, the encounter with the landscape is the fate, the encounter with the flowers is beautiful, there is bound to be such a person in life, thousands of mountains and rivers meet you, and you experience the gentleness of the spring breeze, put love in the place with the sun, deep love, such as flowers blooming in the depths of the soul, with the most brilliant colors, freehand the most beautiful scenery in life.
Love is a spring color in the eyes of the years, a flower that blooms in time, misses, and enriches life.
Love is the swaying and beautiful heart language of the breeze, the poetic moistness of the spring rain, the spring love of the purple and red, the sympathy of flowers and grasses, the poetry of making flowers and fragrances, and the most beautiful practice in life.
If love blooms in the spring, it must be spring water, spring breeze, and flowers. The poetry of love meets the spring light, the state of love is not stained by mortal dust, and the piety of love is meeting with warmth and joy.
Every kind of benefit in this world is only for the people who understand him to dress up, understand, is the surprise of the first sight of the two hearts, is the reunion of the original long-term farewell here, is the inseparable from the thousand sails, is the bright and beautiful of the peak circuit, is the sudden look back and touch, is the old and forgetful, but do not forget the love of love like the sea.
Understand you, why a thousand words, once you meet, it is forever. The most beautiful encounter at the corner of time is only one glance, it sinks in a person's eyes, and the flowers in your heart have to bloom alone, even if you wither, there is no regret.
If love blooms, the breeze comes, always thinking, in the spring of thousands of purples and thousands of reds, when I look at the flowers, the flowers must also be looking at me, and when I read you, you will also read me. On the echo wall of the years of time, there are all kinds of memories about the past, and it also hides the red of tomorrow's zi yan, and time is in the comings and goings, and the dark fragrance is full of sleeves.
Life, gathered by cause and effect, warmed by affection, we meet along the way, all the way goodbye, the end of the far away is just a memory, leaving behind is not abandoned in life.
Treasure the beautiful bits and pieces of the years, just to wait for the feast of spring and warm flowers, pick up all the sunshine and touch, only for the road of life to have warmth to rely on.
Because I understand, so compassion, the intersection of time, if the affection will not be disappointed in the end, I am willing to wait quietly, wait for the flowers to bloom, wait for the time to be beautiful, wait for you to pass through my bloom, so that all the joy and encounter can arrive in the spring, the years are accompanied by love, and from then on all the way to blossom.