Author: Zhang Xueyong
Time is crossed, wind and rain are the series, read a line of spring river water green as blue, and taste a sentence of Jiangnan smoke and rain dark thousands of homes. The beauty spreads through the four seasons, the boat is painted to listen to the rain, and the wind is coming on the pillow.
Looking back on the past, the spring breeze is thin, the moonlight is gentle, a mountain and a landscape, and the clouds are idle. Qing words are full in euphemism, and acacia is looking forward to it in the dictionary. Step by step, the flowers bloom, and the fluttering belt is shallow.
Looking back on the past, who amazed the years? Who made the beauty of the past? In this world, there are always people who are gentle and affectionate, and there are always flowers and fragrances.
Every day, I believe that a wind and a month are landscapes, and innocence is Zen. Dropping in the water, graceful and pure, dripping in the heart, graceful and joyful.
Every past is a story, and every innocence is worth caring.
I would like to collect the breeze and drizzle, waiting for the old dreams to be like a rainbow, and the past is in my heart. Hide you in the spring, plant a page of peach blossoms on the human face, gentle willows and spring breeze.
The wind swept a curtain of spring, and the drunkenness was sleepy. Who is amazing the years? And who is the beauty of the past? It is better to miss each other than to miss each other, and liking is the best fate.
Who said that there is a long time to see each other? Meeting is fate, cherishing is love, maybe there are no more days to wait for.
The days go far, looking back, the four seasons are infinitely better, and they are all clear water and sky. Maybe all the future is a dream. Don't lose the beautiful scenery of the good day, give the years a mercy, and give the past a warmth.
Who amazed the years? Who was beautiful in the past? With one person, be content with the past, and a period of the past, be content with the passing years.