When the flowers are fragrant all over the path again

At night, the flowers are opened secretly, and in the dim twilight, the early morning birds fly back to my silent nest.

Looking at the years, haze blossoms in the heart of the mountain like love, and I feel her joy in the moisture of my heart. I still lean on the Xuan window, watching the lingering wind and flowers, quietly awakening the flowers outside the window; when the fragrance of flowers is full of path, they all miss each other.

The flowers bloom, the willow color becomes Yin; the time is bright and tender, and some of the past is like a moment of fireworks blooming in the memory.

On the day when I had a heart-to-heart talk with you, the dark clouds under the sky dispersed, the drizzle moistened the new green, and every inch of memories were the most beautiful time. At that moment, I felt your eyes falling on my heart, as if the gentle sunshine of the early morning fell silently on the field of harvesting wheat waves. Perhaps love is such a beautiful thing, just a glance, the flowers of the four seasons will be fragrant to each other's experience of every roadside, just because of love.

When you are alone, you will often be silent for no reason. Imagine your gentle eyes, through endless barriers in the night, falling on my missing heart; always, do not dare to touch the rain, it is too cold, cold to the pain of the heart; can not look at meteors and fireworks, dazzling only in an instant, darkness into forever; looking at the years, peacefully swaying in the wheat field, like a clear lotus, slowly blooming, blooming. There are thousands of words in my heart, why aren't you here? I wish you were here.

Melted spring rain, everything is quiet; under the breeze there is only deep blue lake, exquisite snow-white rocks and red and white goldfish swimming to and fro; green trees overlapping tender yellow leaves, on the steep marble, blown by the wind, the root knot says: born like summer flowers.

At that time you said: if there are ten thousand steps between us, you only need to take the first step, the remaining 9999 steps, all left to me, I will slowly close to you.

If you have feelings in your heart, why be afraid of parting?

At this point, there are still green leaves, clear water, white clouds floating back and forth in the water, and light Bodhi; but there is no more gentle exhortation from you under the ladder, no more happy play in plain oil paper umbrellas, no more faithful snuggling with each other, no more news from you.

I always love you, but I'm not good at words.

When the flowers are in bloom, pick up a green warmth, your tenderness I really want to cherish, see your shadow, flying all over the sky into a hundred flowers rain, no one knows the reason for my silence.

The sky looks like ink, and the window is very dark; who said: first, it is best not to meet, so that we can not fall in love with each other; second, it is best not to know each other, so that we can not miss each other; third, it is best not to accompany each other, so that we do not owe each other; fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that we can not remember each other; fifth, it is best not to love each other, so that we can not abandon each other; the sixth, it is best not to be opposite, so that we can not meet each other; the seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so that we can not lose each other. Eighth, it is best not to meet, so that we can not get together. Always believe that a kind of encounter, no agreement, has fallen in love, is providence; even if the pain through the heart, there will be no regrets, so, let me lean on the mottled shadow of the silent to love you, written on the paper, held in the palm of the hand, remember in the heart, a lifetime of love, endless.

The cold comes at night, and the silence leaves a shallow spring and cool vegetarian flower at the fingertips. A person's life seems like a passer-by in a hurry, a little sad and joyful. Annie Baby once said: in fact, love is just a game set by fate.

Time flies and time flies.

When the scent of flowers is full of flowers, I suddenly look back, but I just want to go back to the stone bench of the old house to see the flowers. I don't know if there is any newly sprouted Su Rui, who is experiencing the drizzle and breeze alone, and whether she is safe and sound; whether the early falling petals are floating in the sky, hovering reluctantly in mid-air, whispering A day spent in peace and beauty, deep in the heart quiet and leisurely, always, the mind is full of calm and gratitude, spring blooming days, fingertips years, but would like to be still.

What exactly does a person want to pursue in his life? Light clouds or passion; confused years, as if alone in the sea of flowers, and then look back when the road, the same creeping at the feet of others, and I continue to walk, continue to pursue some strange and distant other people's road; but time, such as across the glass scenery, always untruly show the illusion of the past, just because understand, so cherish.

In a person's life, love always begins with a smile, there is no need to blindly pursue appearance, because splendor can be camouflaged; there is no need to pursue money, fame and fortune, because wealth is only a glimpse of clouds after all. You should pursue the scenery that can make your heart smile and make your life calm and calm, because only a smile and calmness can light up the darkness and light, and you only have one chance to do what you want to do. to make yourself happy enough to be sweet.

Everyone has a beautiful and sad past, like epiphyllum blooming and depression; each flower has its own story, each flower failure has a charming spirit coming and going in the world; the flowers are silent, the flowers are silent; the extraordinary years are prosperous like a dream; a falling flower is in a period of time, and a flower picker is in a hurry. Years are hidden with a touch of temperature aroma, inadvertently, diffusing the distance between yesterday and today; silent.

When the fragrance of the flowers is full of the path, it smells dark and cool; look down and watch quietly, but it is full of fragrance; Zhou Guoping said: love is love without reason and tolerance that does not involve the premise. Life is like a flower blooming in the dust of time, blooming eyebrows, flowers Xie intoxicated; not not to see too light, always feel too light, the lack of human fireworks is a kind of gloomy depravity, Bai Luomei said: the person who looks too light is often the most tired person. So, in the world of mortals, content in the world of mortals; do not see light nor see through, take a random, warm heart, only free and easy.

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