Plain days, turn around and have you
The years drift zero, those precipitated in the heart of the past, still blooming with the most beautiful memories, a hundred years of life, hurriedly passed, countless people have become passers-by in the journey, winter to spring and year, full of brilliant eyes.
Spring sun is feminine, the weather is mild, change a curtain of dreams, swaying in the spring flowers and spring moon, lingering around the wisp of fragrance, floating down, love is not old, love is just right, the breeze is not dry.
In this complicated human world, we have gone through countless hardships, only for the beauty in our hearts, the years are like songs, the journey is half over, when time slides through the warmth of the palm, the stories recorded in the depths of the heart, always rise quietly at a certain moment, flooding with a ripple, in the heart, in the heart, in the corner of a certain time to meet.
The bits and pieces of the past, the edges of the near and far, all the reunions and separations, are like a dream, and in the end, there is only a distance left to turn around.
Suddenly it is spring, light spring snow with rain and rain, the peach blossoms that have bloomed shiver in the warm weather, suddenly cold and hot, is the unique spring cold in the north, the season in another way, sigh changeable, spring and winter will always blend in a period of time, showing the most boring colors in the threshold of the season.
Spring breeze, the change of years, time always slips away inadvertently, yesterday's cold is still in the mind, and the spring flowers have bloomed into a tree of blossoms, peach red willow green has inadvertently spread all over the world. When the first young leaves of spring showed a smile, I was still lamenting the greatness of life, in just a few days, full of greenery has been in the world, the spring wind blows, and the spring rain drenches. When the first drop of spring dew ripples on the leaves, the spring sun shines and the spring moon accompanies.
After the efforts of the season, it is finally full of greenery and vitality, the seasons change, and the human story continues.
The years are mottled, the time can be expected, the vicissitudes awaken the seasons, and the thoughts are crushed. Time is rubbed into the finest gravel by the palm of the hand, slipping from the finger seam to the bottom of the heart, and time passes a little over the years, in exchange for a place of thoughts.
In the human world full of ordinary fireworks, there will always be many stories for us to keep, and there will always be too many that make us full of regrets, long time, withered love, a turn, close to the end of the world. The inseparable concerns in life, the deep love in the heart, in the flow of years, slowly precipitated in the corner of the heart sea, silently and quietly.
The end of life is discrete, but what fills our hearts is the warmth of the heart, the road has an end, and you have no end in my heart. Love rises, love remains.
The years are late, the gentle time, the amazing years, the fragrance flows through the years. The bells of the ancient temple reverberated, waking up a place of thoughts, familiar songs on the street, a little reverie, half drunk and half awake and half floating.
The end of life is the dispersion of love, the blossoming spring flowers, but you are missing, once the feelings are serious, they are more unforgettable than love.
Entering the heart, moving the emotion, there will no longer be wins or losses, with a kind of indifference ordinariness, to touch the heart, to feel life, to let yourself free, so as to enrich your own life, is a happy thing.
Spring, which gave me a special mission, was the old place of my soul, because the encounter of that year was in the spring light, and your white clothes fluttered, and your angelic kindness made me fall deeply into, and in the mercy of the spring flowers, laid out the pain that could not be surpassed in this life.
Time alternates, precipitating the past, the emotions placed in the heart, crisscrossing and crisscrossing on the original heart of the shallow stranger, dappled with the flow of years, although there is no longer a beautiful fragrance of the flowers that accompany you, but the flame in the heart is still burning as before, and the hustle and bustle given by time is inseparable, and it is dark in the original heart that time has stolen.
Always hope, a parting, pregnant with the next reunion, but every time in anticipation of the dream into the void, looking at the end of the world, do not see the deceased.
In the change of the four seasons, the reincarnation is turned, and the time of one season is spent in the dull, the flowers blossom and fall, and the clouds are cirrus and the clouds are comfortable. If the flower remembers the appearance of the wind, then how can I forget your face, copying in the fragrance of a flower, writing on a plain note, collecting in the gathering of scattered love, it is all you. Just wait for the years to grow old, time flies, my two sideburns are white, in the rest of my life, sinking with your bits and pieces, reliving your warm smile, as before the face.
You took my oath and disappeared into the sea of people, and the deep affection of the lonely life did not live up to Shaohua, while I was shadowed in loneliness. Missing someone, what it feels like, countless attachments, looking forward to reunion.
Thoughts stained with the fragrance of flowers, and the worries in my heart were depressed, and spring, in the dullness, piled up too many memories.
I just want to turn around and have you on a somber day.
With ordinary words, depicting the most sincere emotions in the heart, I am drifting away with the wind, I am waiting for you here, not to see or to disperse. If you can be pleased, you can follow and leave a message. Thank you!
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