Listening to the wind coming from afar, as if with the news of flowers, waves of clear fragrance floated through the corridor of time, leaning against the window, like a colorful painting looking affectionately at the end of time.
Hyacinth stays on the windowsill, it says please let me wait quietly, a heart can only run aground the melancholy at the tip of the brow, those entangled thoughts and lovesickness in the heart will enter the ink into the soul and swim between the lines. I still remember that yesterday I read and read a poem you wrote, put a touch of fragrance into half a cup of tea, and broke the silence in a broken cicada on a summer afternoon.
Silence and time sit opposite, Acacia no color, only a lyric melody such as mountains and rivers to lingering. So, at this moment, stop thinking of flying wings, close your eyes and let the soul look for Taoyuan outside the soul, where the breeze is gentle, butterflies are flying all over the sky, and clear streams flow gently through the bamboo fence. I planted flowers and vegetables in the wall for four seasons. I don't read or write every day when morning and dusk comes. I just want to open my eyes and see you. I close my eyes and think of you.
The tea is half-warm, the cup is full of curl, the light fragrance of the leaves is warm and moist, and the day is quiet and shallow in the pen. Close the feelings of that page in the book, what is left on the fingertips is the traceless after reading, gently without a trace of dust, gently placed, leaving only a memory properly treasured in my mind. What could be more important in this life than having someone you want to love? Just in this life, I walked a lot of mountains, passed a lot of water, met a lot of people, but there is only one love in my heart, in the end, he is destined to be my destination, my only.
The warm sun shines across the branches of the years on the paper full of words, quiet and wanton warmth. At the moment, I want to keep falling in love with the rhyme of the words; if the cloud knows, it will allow me an empty bright and indifferent beautiful feelings, firmly adhere to the small happiness smile, safe. Let me a little closer, a little closer to you, when the gardenia blossoms, our love must be as sweet as petals, waiting for eternity. Yes, I know that the love you give is better than the bloom and enthusiasm of any flower.
Stop and stop the tip of the pen has never left the plain white world, occasionally look up at the sunny day out of the window, mind flying with the wind from time to time. Before the sun went down and the clouds on the horizon had not blushed my cheeks, I gently put words to feed with time, watered my heart words and made an appointment with it, and secretly told the secrets of my heart. I believe that many years later, my heart still retains the stunning throbbing when I first met. At that time, please allow me to love someone more deeply, hold hands and never give up until I grow old.
The passage of time light count of persistent love, with the vast expanse of the world covered with flashy clouds and smoke; a world, a life for a person, if you are well, I will be sunny. Sniff the taste of summer, there is warmth, the smell of flowers, the sun lingers throughout the afternoon, I just inadvertently burst into their world to deduce a city of Qinghuan. When a rendezvous date is over, pick up the happy mood to look at, the original heart to seek has been very simple, a good life in this world, a small Qinghuan, there is a person you can think of is the fulfillment of life without regret.
Several heavy rains over the past few days have not driven away the hot breath, and people have become increasingly lazy. I spend almost every day in silence except work, and I am more and more eager for peace and leisure of my heart. I may always be avoiding inexplicable melancholy, so the more silent I am, the more difficult it is to feel at ease. Many times, I picked up the pen and wanted to write something, but I always stranded my loneliness in a sigh, waiting for time to turn my mood into a pale look. Ushering in the lightness of June, it came to me with a ray of light and shadow, caressed my long hair, gazed at the sorrow in a pair of eyes, gently wiped the tears flowing in the corners of the eyes, and gently soothed the sadness in my heart.
At dusk, there will always be a trace of yearning entangled in the heart, such as when the wind is still, can not smell a bit cool into the ear. Thoughts will also be silent in looking forward to linger, what should be written in order to repair a heart intact, no sorrow, no worry, only happiness embellished, happiness brimming with lips? Waiting, using up my feelings for a thousand times, always standing at the window of the dusk watching the fading light take away the silent words. If the distant understanding can be understood, then all affection will live up to the love of wind and rain, no matter how far time goes and what kind of disaster they have experienced, they will not forget each other's promises to each other.
Fireworks have been having an affair with words, so is love, and everything in life is hugging each other with the day. Sometimes, some small emotions brew infamous passages, and they feel hypocritical after reading them. Always in the wind to meet the cool reverie, there is a kind of thought is can not give up the love, constantly sprouting and growing in the heart. Perhaps, at this moment, when I drink the remaining half-warm tea in the cup of time again, everything is still quiet and good. You and I are still in love and at peace with each other in the world of mortals.
Words: no makeup and silence
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