Time is quiet, a light of tea leisurely,
Smoke and rain, half a page of idleness,
Early autumn is shallow, a line of small characters is faint,
Flowing clouds, semi-dyed Fanghua,
The poems fall into the heart
The spring and autumn of the years, one twilight, one grass and one tree,
In the middle of the seasonal branches, is the encounter after a new rain, the vast sea of people floating and sinking, the left hand holding Qinghuan, the right hand clutching the longing, step by step, one line, one word, adding the makeup of spring to autumn, the rain spreads along the shade, the branches and leaves gather, the memories under the eyebrows, is the close connection between the mountains and the water, so many small words as the beginning, dipping a few strokes to continue to write, some spring and autumn, some summer and winter snow, are in the reincarnation, pour a cup of sake to drink it;
Respect this flower blossoms and leaves fall, drunk this cloud cirrus cloud shu.
Toast to July with a cup of clear bar
Facing the window, looking at the raindrops dripping under the old eaves;
And the summer smoke wind, washed away some less stuffy breath, a pot of quiet wandering flower tea, quietly blooming a light fragrance, half a page of unread past events, sandwiched with a flood, careful tasting, enriched the thinness of time, a gentle wisp of wind, cage a breeze into the eyes;
The gentleness hidden in the years continues to write the beginning of August.
Greet the cool breeze of August
Summer and autumn coincide at this fork in the August cycle, to the left or to the right, reminiscing, lingering;
Who is keeping some of the fallen colorful, on the left is the idea of going back, the lotus fragrance is overflowing, the green leaves are shaky, the breeze is blowing drizzle, it is the summer is brilliant as xia, the mast blossoms are fragrant and quiet, the little swallows under the eaves and other mothers return home, the night twilight, the opening of the curtain, the stars are like lights, the grasshoppers are calling, the grasshoppers are singing, and the night is at night;
Half a curtain of twilight clings to the window, and the wind crosses the distance.
Shake a cool fan
Looking at the autumn of a bay, the green leaves of the branches have retreated into new clothes, and the clusters have fallen;
Walking through the wind, the lotus pond lotus fragrance gradually recedes, the lotus blossoms hide the heart, the evening wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers, attracting flocks of flowing fireflies, sitting in the moonlight, some years climb up to the palm of the waddle into a pattern, the small swallows under the eaves are preparing for farewell to late autumn, planning to go north over the vicissitudes of the mulberry field, the courtyard small building Moon Shan, the flow of years are poured into the daily sweet and sour bittersweet;
Fragmented thoughts, slowly thinking far away, diluting.
Thinking far away, looking back, the years are shallow smiles
The August sky has the color of longing, like a string that has been played in the heart, deep, and shallow...
Reminiscing about the past, I want to raise a wispy Yanran at the corner of my eyebrows, and the dust edge of the flower is always worrying about the continuation, laying a note of autumn color into the roll flower language, holding a warm wind connection;
You, in the word, I, between the lines,
I can't read through this prosperous millennium.
You, in the word
Me, between the rows
Learn to connect sentences and paragraphs, write and write small characters as before
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