The breeze is gentle, the mountains and rivers are unharmed, the fireworks are ordinary, and the world is safe.
I once wanted to go to the end of the world with a sword, and now I want to go home no matter how tired I am, the most beautiful thing in the world, but the whale falls, a thought of a hundred grasses, a thought of mountains and rivers, I can't keep the season to go, and I can't keep you who want to go, people always have to learn to say goodbye to things that don't belong to them.
Along the way, I am still me, but I know that I have changed, I have learned to disguise, I have learned to endure difficult times.
The spring breeze spreads quietly with the sun, so the flowers bloom, the grass wakes up, and there is green in the air, there is the fragrance of flowers, which is the unique sign of spring.
Life is as dazed as the sea, always ups and downs, there are many uncertain factors, walking through the smoke and rain of Pinghu, crossing the mountains and rivers of the years, and finally finding that life is fleeting, but Erer.
Twist a wisp of tea, keep half a lamp of time, feel the fingertips of the years, listen to a song of cloud water Zen heart, ringing in the ears.
The mountains and rivers are vast, the red dust is chaotic, the eyes are full of stars, each is well, and the fireworks in the world are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals. The scenery of this world, the spring mountain is verdant, and the scenery is picturesque.
Dapeng with the wind, the sky is thousands of miles, the most beautiful thing in the world is to ask for nothing but sunrise, sunset, early morning and sunset have our shadow. So, well!
The warm spring breeze blew slowly, like a gentle hand caressing my hair and face. The place it wants to go is the place where the mind cannot reach, maybe the end of the sky, maybe the cape of the sea.
The wind of the season, across the mountains and rivers, and I have a meeting that has been pregnant for thousands of years, but the love is shallow, and I can't escape the dream of the red dust.
Time is always too hurried, how many fleeting stories, just like fireworks are easy to cold, watching quicksand fall from between your fingers, thinking about it for a long time, in exchange for what you once had, a gorgeous encounter. At the end of the song, everyone is scattered, and the prosperity is empty.
The spring breeze doesn't know what is going on in my heart, and the water and moon are empty and the flowers are in front of me. The mountains and rivers are unharmed, the fireworks are ordinary, even if there are thousands of words, the road is not deep and shallow, this is spring, and the beating heart stirs up the floating clouds in the water.
The spring breeze is slow, in my wish to fold my hands, you have, the years are like a song, take care of a love with heart, watch this journey with love, and the hourglass of time is flowing quietly little by little.
I am in the spring, waiting for you, waiting for the fragrant fragrance to fill the sky, waiting for the mountains, rivers, clouds and moon to make poetry, blowing through the spring dream in my hometown, my obsession, my loneliness, my hope, and then brewing a glass of spring breeze wine, respecting the wind in this world, respecting the unfinished dream.