The leaves are whirling, reflecting the green all over the city. The simple time, picked up a little bit. The afternoon sun, scattered in the cracks in the branches, pulled the shadow of the city extra long. The sky is dark and blue, so that the rhythm of life suddenly returned to calm. Just over Greater Cold, the town is still as warm as ever because of the warm sun. The satisfaction of life also makes everything seem particularly happy. The scattered life, but also because of this understanding of the existence, become more heavy, affectionate.
I don't like rainy days all the time. I always feel that my heart will be heavy with the raindrops falling. By comparison, I still like sunny weather. Even if I don't like the warm sun in winter, I always feel sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and some are difficult to control. But the moment when the sun shines through the windowsill and touches the cheek, it can make you feel the shadow of life. So gentle and light.
In the dust of love, three thousand is prosperous, but it is difficult and difficult to take a ladle and drink it. The splendor of life may really have no voiceover, but the tranquillity of life is quite affectionate because of an understanding. A little bit of clear sound is good enough.
Everyone is a guest of the world. When it comes, it is remote; when it goes, it is silent. Maybe there will be no escape from firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea, but you can choose temples and ancient houses. Live by the stream and live by the forest.
Always like the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, small bridge and flowing water old tree, always can wash the soul of the elixir. The lake is clear and can always play the color of life. The misty rain of the road can always be seen on the balcony of the ancient temple. Misty distance, but also in a moment to see the clarity of the bottom of my heart. Understand the share of life, simple heart.
It's good to know life so comfortably. When the fate comes together, the lights are dim to talk about the thoughts of a flower. When the fate dies, you can also see Yunjun Yunshu together. Born in the world of mortals, there is a voice out of the strings in my heart. When the moon is clear, you can also sleep together with a flute in the breeze. If you can, in a deep love, to a remote agreement, but also so pleasing to the eye.
No words, no words, silently realize that an Enron is good. Embrace each other with ink fragrance and be in tune with books. Qingming drum music, dust-free invitation, with a deep love, seize half a season of flowers, warm Sansheng, that is, good. There is no need to say goodbye, understand, love as deep as the sea, quietly flow, never lost, just absent together. Just because we know, we never lose each other.
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