Reading is warm.

Moshang, Wutong sparse rain. We always carry a smile and calm. Enjoy the quiet good time, taste the years of peace and warmth, writing the eternal life, holding the fine happiness.

If you know, why not drink and sing, laugh proud Jianghu. Let all the mountains and rivers become a song, with the rising sun festival, accompanied by birds sing, pillow sunset and rest.

Time of water, follow the flowers without trace. Full moon, full of the four seasons cycle. Deep in life, those memories of heavy, can never stop the lightness of time. Past, through the years of fence, in our hearts through the brow.

Missing, dark fragrance floating, not thick not light, is after years of precipitation fragrance. Rising in the earthly fireworks, full of the fragrance of the passing year and the perception of the soul, giving life a quiet and eternal.

Winter, the edge of silence, deducing the passion of the plain. All the years, unconsciously become memories. Finally understand that from the moment of holding hands, has been destined to go this way. Smiling flower story, I do not know many years later will not be buried by the red dust? Who else will remember the vicissitudes of the past shining in the sun?

Always proud of their pride, bright with their own bright. After many joys and sorrows, through many hardships, always find some happy clues. Let all regret, leave a perfect corner, and time together eternal.

I first met in the ferry, fishing for a silent joy. Suddenly caught a glimpse, once bright as eye-catching, let people excited endless. Always a quiet girl. Good want to go on so quiet, keep a window warm sun, open a tree fragrance.

Look at the years gently across the fingertips, all the old time hazy into a poem first met. Graceful and restrained the most beautiful picture scroll, with ink incense fixed into our quiet years. And they are, and they are, and they are.

If you have compassion, all is well. Every day the white space is filled with flowers. Those silent feelings, those faint grass love. Even if the fleeting misty rain mottled, there is still a kind of Qinxin warmth. Such as life simple plain white, dark fragrance Ying sleeve.

Want to hold the hand of the years, surplus a smile in the heart, sit down under the eaves, lift a light sip. In the indifferent, staring at the clouds rolling cloud Shu, in the perception of static flowers bloom and fall.

Through the river of years, we can no longer return to the original point. But there are always how much fragrance lingering in the heart, there are always how much happiness warm missing. The years are quiet, my heart is leisurely. Time flies and never returns.

Suddenly look back, memory mottled all the vows. But, the person that passes by, the word that says, time can remember. Just like the wind will remember each flower bloom red, just like rain will understand each leaf fall deep feeling. American Reading Appreciation

Time, silent, hiding the changes of the seasons. The latitude and longitude of reincarnation change the vicissitudes of life. A set of Jiangnan dream, containing Qingshi Lane's infatuation without regret.

Graceful fleeting, continue to write the legend of not old. Let the deep feeling, dance back when the clothes fluttering. If the woman has been in, whether you no longer turn around, pour love together to keep a party between the clouds?

Years of pen, freehand spring flowers autumn moon, summer rain winter snow. Even though everything is hazy and the seasons are flat, I can still follow the old rhyme.

Everything is clear, so that the scene is still clear, people are still charming. Gradually accustomed to, separated by a poem distance, reading red dust. The fireworks in the encounter, always beautiful unparalleled.

Open palm, will hold all trivial banished to the horizon. Gray branches, connected with the spiritual rain and snow. Thank you for all the glory and verdure given by the years.

If flowers bloom is a poetic rhyme, the moon is a perfect reincarnation. Then, the flower is a wordless understanding, the moon is a Zen waiting. Through the cold dew heavy, we will always usher in colorful.

The wind had no intention of ruffling the lake water. Folded all the way smile sunny, replanted into a new green season. When the spring comes next year, the grass will still leave.

Following the breath of another year, my heart is like a green lotus, watching a warm sun disappear from Dongshan into the West Sea. The temperature of the eyebrows, has been enough to warm all the cold, let the warm in the passing years shallow spread.

Looking back, this way running, there are birds and flowers, there are stormy waves, there are moon shadow, there are still water flowing deep. Will be dribs and drabs of whispers, into the alluring ink, sweet hands on the painting.

I believe that memory will warm up the hardships of walking all the way. Keep each other's fleeting years, welcome heart and warm. Hand in hand time, embrace and pour.

Clenching hands, never leaving. Through summer wind, through winter snow. In fact, I just want to hold hands with you for years like this, with a touch of light fragrance in my heart.

Look at the evening, smell the flowers warm. Give time a shallow look back, give each other a smile calmly. Let the past settle into a wisp of fragrance. Reading is warm.