Author : Ban Xia / Recitation : Lu Xiaoqing / Photography: Style Dream / Editor: Love Song Heart Language
Holding a book, brewing a light cup of tea, sitting for an afternoon, lazy and very casual and comfortable. Reading a book will make you feel overwhelmed and fascinating. When the tea is drunk, it will leave a fragrance on the lips and teeth, the aftertaste is endless, and the gratuitous flat adds a bit of leisurely tranquility...
It's good to live like this, drinking nectar, listening to the wind, smelling the flowers, the most natural and appropriate and the most fascinating.
The flowers bloom as expected, the butterflies are enchanted by the flower buds, dancing, flying into the flowers, people do not know, the insects sing in the grass whisper and sing, singing beautiful melodies, as if playing a vivid and fragrant butterfly love flower.
The few vines planted in the spring have gone around the full steps, the green garden is full, and people are overjoyed, everything is exuberant and plump, and the heart is always full of expectations. It is as if time and I are static, vain, can be squandered at will, can also be handy, and can always produce a lot of beauty and touch.
I hope that there will be a snow that will unconsciously whiten the tips of our brows, and there will be a rain that is as fine as sorrow, and wet our hearts like a tide.
Looking forward to that flower fall has fallen full of plackets, full of fullness, beautiful our years, that night's white moonlight filled the window sills, fell all over the house, dappled our years. Everything is as unhurried as expected, as promised...
At the best of times we met, and happiness overflowed into our eyes and occupied the atrium of our hearts. At a corner, at an intersection of flowers, or on a strange red dust road, you are suddenly there, inexplicably rejoicing. When they meet, the flowers are in full bloom, the moon is round, and they are grateful for all the beautiful dust.
Wind and snow, the four seasons of reincarnation are not stained with dust, the essence is clean and clean, it is clean and transparent.
If you rejoice, it is the white moonlight, the red attack, the white moonlight that stops at your pillow, the red rose that blooms in your heart, the one that hurts and hurts, and the one that you love the most, the most delicate one. Opening and losing is also the most unwilling one.
If you rejoice, it is a sunny day that you hold up in the rain, a sweet spring after the snow melts, a harbor of love, the return of the heart... Just don't let the heart be covered with smoke and dust and contaminate the world.
The end of the world is no longer drifting, staying by your side to do the company of common feelings, those emotions are like a trickle, not burning, but warm nephrite-like intimacy.
A look, a low brow is the meeting of the heart, the understanding of the bottom of the heart. A smiling face is like a spring breeze, and if you want to talk about it, you are a flower of interpretation, and your heart also knows cold and warm. If you want to write, you will write a record, the book is pure and beautiful in the world, and if you want to collect that love in your heart, you will bow your head and do not say a word, and you will not speak affectionately, and you will not be more gentle and gentle, and everything will follow your heart.
If there is a wait, gentle years, I originally intend to wait for a long time, to keep the earth and the sky.
In the long river of years, we will forget the wandering suffering, the wounds of displacement, the vicissitudes of the wind, frost, sword and rain, only tell our joy, only spend our years. Don't ask what night is, don't ask about the return date, just keep the softness and warmth of the bottom of your heart.
If there is a kind of longing that can tie the two ends of the world, I will be tied to a line, a love affair! It is a flower lying around and does not want to go anywhere to quietly miss...