Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
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Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring.
In the red dust, there are always new people for the old.
Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like the woman next door walking in spring, not oiled, not powdered, simple and natural.
She usually smiles, and occasionally harbors a faint sadness, as if a wisp of emotion has nowhere to say, just looking out the window, drizzling rain and smoke. There were expectations, longings, and ardent pursuits, but they were all drowned in the dull years day after day, year after year.
As a result, the eyes are no longer shining, there is no longer expectation in the heart, and the daily life is lived in peace with the encounter.
When I didn't know lilacs, I listened to "Lilacs" sung by Tang Lei, felt the longing and sentimentality in the beautiful melody, and regretted the passage of life and the ruthlessness of the years in the best years.
But life goes on, the living still create the story of the wind and snow, there are always people in the best years to interpret the touching sea-like affection, there are always many inseparable feelings between people, just like this blooming lilac.
Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
Suxin lilacs bloom early, and Pingxian poetry complains about spring. In the red dust, there are always new people for the old. Lilacs, small and delicate, pure and flawless, naturally beautiful, like walking next door in spring
