Author: Zhang Xueyong
Time has passed the beginning of summer, and the floating light is picturesque. If there is a good time in life, pour wine and chant poetry to spend the year. There is always a ray of light floating in the flowers, and there are always thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to hide their likes. The rice is not full, and the dream is half poured.
The small is not full, and the time is shallow. How many flowers, the belief in a good harvest, how much rain, wet the tears of dreams. The summer breeze is mighty, the bay window on a sunny day, a bowl of wine with a meter of sunshine, and half a cup of tea with a half-open window.
The small is full of youthful years, half a dream is poured, and the smoke is deep and the water is wide. The lotus pond flowers are full of incense, and a wisp of cooking smoke hangs in the moonlight.
In this gentle years, full and not full, half a lamp likes, light pen and light ink are always appropriate, and poetry is drunk to spend the year. The roses are full of poetry and wine, and the beautiful scenery is sent to the distance.
The things in this world are the most taboo to be perfect, the moon is full, it is lost, and the water is full. Leave a little regret in everything, and you will be nostalgic to go back and forth. Half-dreaming and half-awake listening to the rain, half-closed and half-open to watch the flowers bloom.
Half of the flower blooms, the beauty is stunning, people have shortcomings, and they have a good end. Shy answer, half-closed eyes, gentle and gentle, half-calm.
In this world, light and thick are suitable for the scenery, and distance is peaceful. Xiaoman is not full, and he is at peace with you. Cut a piece of landscape to send feelings; Hide a note of pen and ink for the future.
The rice is not full, the dream is half a lamp, the life is not ripe, and the years can be expected.
Xiaoman, I hope that there will be expectations in the future, and the years will be shallow. Everything is bearish, and everything follows fate.